hello hello, everybody. I am back :)

Hello to DYMW...how interesting a thought. It takes me back to my childhood and one very interesing anecdote of that time.

I was 3+ years old living then in Bokaro steel city.
We lived in a small house with a vegetable garden in our backyard. My mother had, very lovingly grown some peas that winter, they were sweet and yummy.

As soon as the rickshaw from school dropped me to the gate at home, i used to run to the back (before greeting anyone or announcing my arrival back from school)and lovingly and with a lot of care and dexterity open the pea pods(without taking them off the creeper)I ate all the yummy mattar(peas)religiously every day.

For a few days my mother just wondered what strange creature was eating all those sweet peas, till one afternoon(ahhhhhhhh)she decided to keep a vigil on the garden. Lo behold here was her own little creature eating away her prized sweet peas.

That, well, was the end of my miscreant deeds:))

A warm welcome to Princess Baatcheet! Wow that was some grand entry you made into the world! We are all eagerly looking forward to share with you experiences of survival in a metro.

Hi Mads! Hearing from you after a loooong time! I'm sure there have been many more miscreant deeds after the pea episode too ;-) Afterall childhood is the best time to indulge in mischief :)

Hi Princess Baatcheet and welcome to the blog. Hi Mads, welcome back, that was a sweet story:-)

PB (can I call you that?) that was a really amusing story. I guess all children are 'trouble makers'. Actually I would prefer to say just curious and adventurous and so so spontaneous. We've all brewed our fair share of trouble for mum and dad.

I was a real trouble maker as a child and in retrospect I often think what a nightmare of a child to have:-) Constantly up to no good.

I don't know why but as a little kid eating toothpaste and soap were my favourite past times!! I used to spend long hours locked in the bathroom, eating them till I was sick in the stomach.....some strange karmic fields I came from. One day I left the door unlocked by mistake and my mother walked in..like, how unfair is that..I heard a shriek. Well of course that was the end of that. Still cant forget her expression lol.

Hi PB

Welcome to the blog and like everyone else I guess taking us back to the spontaneity and abandon of childhood is a wonderful place to start. Me I loved swallowing money and nearly had to have a tract surgery twice for my trouble. Another distressing habit(for my mother) was when I would pick up her gold jewellery of her dresser and bolt to the loo wanting to see how it would flush away from sight. Apparently I cost her quite a bit in assets lost to the gutters of Delhi lol.

hi bc, hi all, all have told interesting stories of their childhood...so have i a few...

once my mother along with some other ladies took me to a gurdawara of our village, in fact the same gurdawara where sant ji harnam singh had died and so was called his gurdawara. all including me sat on the chatai after bowing before guru granth sahib. just then i saw a coin hidden/entrapped in the chatai just before me. so for the next about half an hour while my mother and others were busy listening to the gurbani i was busy extracting that coin taking great care at the same time that nobody sees me doing this. finally i was able to extract it and as stealithily put it in my pocket. i felt so happy having deceived even the gods...

Princess, I pray all the time that toddlers remain toddlers forever. Just one reason for that - I just adore their infantile tantrums. These actions, if you ruminate on them, shows us a path actually, just like the mariner's compass. You see, the brain starts assimilating things from day one.. in the begining its all cluttered, slowly the entangled threads straighten up, and a child develops perspective, the seed of maturity. Time is only the manure as maturity gets nourishment, and shines. Laughter here is a guide, to smile and learn to look into the future.

Hi all "trouble makers", Thanks for such great stories you shared with me. How I wish all of us could remain kids forever.

I guess the best part is when you discover something and you feel that you are the only one who knows about it. You discover that there are treasures everywhere around you, succulents peas, bottles of pickles in hidden cupboards, small change in dad's shirt in the washing machine, a little abandoned lipstick in mummy's dresser.

The best part is neither did we know nor could we spell "procastination" and we just grabbed the first opurtunity to enjoy it. Unlike now when everything has to be put on hold with a numbing music for our brain -- "maybe on weekends, Maybe next month, next year, next season, next pay, when I am 30, when I am married, in my next job, next holiday, when I retire, when I thin down, when I have more money, when I have more time."

Another equally interesting things is the ability to loose something.

Remember the time you discovered that the flush actually takes things away 'Permanently' and never returns them... It is such a gr8 tool.

I wish we could use it more often in the metro for so many other things which we want to loose.

For example -- the complete income tax dept. How I wish we could flush IT away and enjoy the fruits of labour as we did in the villages.

Hi Princess,
Very nice reading your post.....makes me go back to my childhood days when I did not have a single worry and all that I did was to give worries to my parents....

It was great to read the experiences of other people here...wonderful forum

Princess, simple and awesome. Your words took me to the childhood alleys and naughty dirty tricks we played on one and all without prejudice and without any fear. I remember growing up on Holi festival.. as children we threw colors on other without thinking.. a lil older and we used to ask 'uncleji, aap par rang dal dein??' notice the natural fearless mind evaporating.. and now as grownups we dont even hesitate to play the most dirty holi.. transition.. this is just an example.. thank you for waking that child inside me.
Tarun