Walking down the memory lane

After months of delay, and over coming the sheer lethargy to type I am here to start my next blog. Unlike last time, I have decided that I'll write something subjective, so I'm going to recount some of the mischievous moments of my life.

1. I can recall my first mischief when I was about 2.5 yrs. I remember it was Sealdah station and I could stop myself from gazing at the milk carrier the mil man accompanied. Till then I had grown enough of not-so-good feeling towards milks. As soon as the milkman disappeared answering to natures call, I came to action and opened the tap of the milk container. Within seconds, the railway platform was overflown with milk and I was as nonchalant as possible.

2. This was my early school days, and I had just discovered the joy of playing basket ball. Along with a friend we managed to sneak out a basket ball just for the two of us. Eventually a third one came to know about it and threatened us to report it to the concerned teacher. We had meticulously planned to keep her mouth shut by actually locking up the poor girl in one of the less used rooms in our school premises. Though we freed her after a couple of hours but we made sure she never opened her mouth about that issue. This was when I was probably 7 yrs.

3. Next, I discovered the joy of using scissors. Not a single thing at home was spared from my cut work. everywhere one could find shreds of cloth or paper. When that was not available I had to fall back to my own hair ;)

4. This hair cutting thing soon grew on me. There was a time I had the most unevenly ended hair because I used to cut of strands of hair daily. Ultimately I had to fall back to the very unwanted 'boy cut'.

5.My dislike for milk slowly but steadily grew with each passing year. I used to milk the plants ( just like watering them!) with bournvita..... plants too needed man ki shakti tan ki shakti what say??

6.Then there is a time when most young girls , used to play ghar ghar or ranna bati as we say in bangla. I was always fascinated by this kitchen as it was always a form of lab to be. All the spices and colourful stuff available in kitchen made it even more attractive. Coming back to ranna bati i used to sneak out masalas, and cooking utensils to play my ranna bati. I involved my cousin to cook up a broth whose main ingedient was some detergent, most probably surf. As great chefs we tasted what we cooked and after a few hours we were admitted to hospital reporting severe dysentery.

As I grew up, my mischief making gained subtlety and precision. this slowly became a part of my life. I still look at my docile best but you never know I might be halfway to my next job!!!

Tell me about your experiences during your childhood. Should be great to read............
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