When we entered the high school my brother was preparing for IIT/JEE/AIEE. Well all these are nothing but competitive exams to get admission into the best engineering colleges and Indian institute of technology.Since i am a year younger than him, I was studying for board exam. In India we have tenth and twelfth as board exam. Board exam is nothing but external exam. My parents were really proud that we were studying in CBSE Board which is one of the known university in India until high school. Alarm clock really played an important role in our life. While studying i used to put the alarm for 5 minutes and try writing an answer as fast as i can because i had to finish one answer in those 5 minutes and be ready for the next one. I literally used to solve the mock question paper, sitting in my room, for continuous 0300 hours.. We were always told that its very difficult to complete the whole paper and so we used to practice hard. My brother used to carry big and heavy books for studies..All with options and 1000 odd questions. But i remember very clearly that my mom and dad never forced both of us to do certain thing or study something particular. They always used be awake with us while we were studying. My mom used to come and ask in midnight if i need something. She was on her toes for us.
We never wanted to grow old. Especially me..I always wanted to be that small little kid who can just run to mom or dad when something happens in the life. or when i fight with someone on small thing. I never decided to grow old..but at one point i was excited..to see the world on my own. To have my own identity. To carry my own opinions and not to listen to parents. I wanted to because i saw my friends growing in front of me. I wanted to because i heard my parents saying " you are 18 and still act like a kid. you need to grow up". And so gradually i did.
But i miss those days..i miss my mom's lunch box. GOsh i have tears in my eyes.. I literally miss how my mom used to every morning be at my back to drink a glass of milk or eat the lunch box . How she used to force my to have my dinner on time and sleep on time. How she was behind me alll the time with on thing or the other. She used to move her hand with enough of love..to make me sleep. Once i was sick and i was coughing. I asked my mom " Mom, your sleep won't get disturbed if i cough in middle of the night? Well, her answer was "Nahi Bittu(No baby) and gave a kiss on my cheeks." Believe me i used to hate that kiss of her. But now i miss.
I really miss my childhood. I miss that innocence, i miss that Kiddish behavior, i miss everything. I miss that Alarm clock! And the voice of the alarm clock. Teeteeteeete Teeteeteetee!! I wish i can go back. Also i want to say sorry to my mom and dad for fighting with them on silly things..for not listening to them and at times not talking to them. I am sorry mom. I am sorry baba. But i do remember what you did for me. But i like being a kid in front of you. I like acting immature. I want to be your kid always who is dependent on you .
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