How about
certain moments of our life which makes itself very memorable due to certain of
our lies, misdeeds ….yes I am talking about the darker side of an individual,
the so called ‘grey shades’ of a person. It may or may not be as serious as to
be called a “crime” which ends somebody in jail but it may or may not be as
casual also as not be called a “crime” because after all it was intentional.
My sister was
born when I was exactly eight years and seven months. So my reign ended, not
that I was a victim of “sibling rivalry” but sometimes I just felt plain
happiness in scaring her. When she was around four or five, I used to take her
to our beloved Gymkhana ground; this is our desi “Eden Garden”. Those days it
was covered with tall grasses and for a four year old it used to reach till her
chest. I basically used to take her for a small play so that she can run around
and get some open fresh air. Of course I used to play with her but in between I
used to leave her in the middle of the grass and hide myself far away. After
three to four minutes she used to get really scared standing alone and the
moment her face got distorted into a big cry, I used to emerge and I played
this several times in one outing and simply loved her scared expressions. Ive
told her this; I mean after she grew up but haven’t told my mother yet.
This incident
happened in Shanta mam’s class when I was in fourth standard. I was really
quite a dumb girl in my primary classes. I was a below average student and not
into sports or any extracurricular activities and also very silent. Once when
we were reading through our lesson “The Tajmahal”, our teacher suddenly asked
us “Who all have seen The Tajmahal?” I knew Tajmahal was somewhere in Delhi and
it was one of the wonders of the world and that was it. Till today I don’t
understand what had gotten into me that I stood up with seven others of my
class. I lied that I had seen “Tajmahal” and the whole universe were a witness
to it. I was so affected by this lie of mine that whenever any conversation
between any friends had “Tajmahal” in it, I used to go numb fearing that
someone would point out just now “Hey Shaima, you had been to it, how many
front doors are there” or “how many minars are there” . This lie of mine
actually became a nightmare for me and I was living with this until finally one
day my would be husband to impress her would be wife asked “Where do you want
to go for honeymoon?” No guesses for the correct answer. As I stood in front of
the Tajmahal along with my husband, I was all smiles as I was finally getting
relieved from this lie.
I hated bathing
when I was young. I lie again; okay I still hate to take bathe so I skip the
Sundays. During those lazy childhood days whenever I felt like not having bath,
I used to throw mugs of water inside the bathroom pretending as if I am taking
bath to my mother who used to be in the next door kitchen. I just used to wash
my face and hands and come out. I very recently told her this and she gave me
very dirty look. Well I deserved it.
Our favorite pastime
during my childhood days was going to “Marina Park”, this park has been the
sole companion of all the children here in Andamans especially kids born in the
70s and 80s (until of course “Gandhi Park” came into picture). Those days
Marina Park was like a huge gorgeous garden with flowers of beautiful colors
and varieties adorning the entire place. It was such a splendid sight entering
into the park and taking in the beauty. And not forgetting to mention the
’maalis’ who might have really done such a task of decorating and maintaining
the entire place. And yes “nobody was allowed to pluck any flowers”. Okay, so
once I had gone like the normal evening-outs with my friend Hema and Devamma(
she was my mom’s helper) to the park and were playing in the swing. Later as we
were roaming in the garden, I very carefully plucked a beautiful huge (yes it
was...) hibiscus flower and put it in my jeans pocket. Then after much playing
as we proceeded back to home, a maali blocked our way and asked us “u guys are
plucking flowers, isn’t it?” I was shocked but tried to keep the expression
away from my face and boldly answered back to him(You see, among Hema who was
three years younger to me and Devamma, I was the smartest) “ what are u saying,
we were just playing”. Within a snap he came forward and pulled out the
hibiscus flower from my jeans pocket which I was hiding securely (well I was a
kid) and asked “What is this, then?” I was dumbstruck, in fact we all were.
Saying this he scolded us and left. I was embarrassed to the core and we all
ran from there. Needless to say, I did not visit Marina Park for so many months
after that. Very unfortunately Tsunami destroyed the entire park and they had
it rebuilt but nothing close to what we had experienced in terms of the garden.
I think this
happened in class seven, this incident doesn’t exactly fall into this category
but come on, it is my blog, I can write whatever I want, wherever I want, isn’t
it? As I said, I was a dumb girl in my childhood days (I stress this every time
coz I became a real bookworm in my Senior Secondary and very very vocal during
my college days). Quite obvious, I was not the first ten choices for any girl’s
friend options. I had limited friends and I was happy among them. There was a
girl “Devarchana” and she used to be the hot favorite among all and I don’t
remember exactly but we had some serious conflicts those days. She was hosting
a big party and those days having a party only for the friends was not even
luxury, it was considered to be a phenomenon. Everybody was busy talking about
the party venue, dress what one is going to wear and I again had a silly fight
with her. In front of my entire friend circle, she shouted at me and asked me
“You don’t like me, isn’t it?” It was a moment of decision, the party, food,
fun, friends were dancing in front of me and I blurted out at the top of my
voice ” I hate u, I hate u” ( Yes, you got it right, I said that twice). I
think only seven of us including both the sections did not make to her precious
party list. Rest as we all say, Que sera sera.
This incident occurred
in Axis Bank. One of my so called friend’s (wait when you read what I did) birthday
was there and I was very much aware of it. Now the custom of Axis Bank was this
that we all celebrated every employee’s birthday (some definitely got missed due
to it falling on holidays or some new entrants whom we never bothered and some rare
forgotten cases). I was so pissed from her behavior in the bank that I did not wish
her and did not remind others also so that nobody wishes her on her big day. That
day somehow passed and quite obviously, she was so depressed. Things took a turn
when early next morning my boss called me and told me that we had skipped her birthday
and we need to makeup that mistake so I was give the charge of celebrating it. I
couldn’t believe it but still I did not lose hope. I went to the market to get a
gift and selected the worst possible necklace for her (tacky and cheapo type). The
look on her face when she opened her gift…..PRICELESS.
I could think only
of these as of now but I would definitely add the wicked side of me more.
This was one of the best cakes to be baked by me. It had simple vanilla cake with choclate chips.
