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Yes, this is basically a little post in which i will write about me. Or, more accurately, some comments about me, comments that, fortunately, were made in my presence.

My Hindi teachers daughter,Tanya, a 7 year old morally upright young lady, was studying. I was seated in a chair beside, copying notes. Aunty was out of earshot. I decided it wouldn't hurt to listen to good music alongside.

So, i put the earphones in my ear and began copying, now enjoying the process. A few moments later i found Tanya eying me critically.
"What?" i asked.
"Is this how you study?" She asked sanctimoniously.
It feels wonderful to be chided by a girl less than half my age. Take my word for it.



My mum was considering me thoughtfully. Never a good sign, except on extremely rare occasions.
I was feeling uncomfortable under her unwavering gaze.
"What?" i asked her, irritated.
"You know, you are a very innocent boy. Kids your age are so..."
The rest ,as I say, is immaterial. I had a quiet laugh to myself after i earnestly nodded and smiled at Mum. (This satisfies your curiosity, Timmy?)




I was coming home with the grocery. A couple of kids were playing Football on the road. One of them, whose aim was, at best, unorthodox, kicked the ball at me. When i was about to kick the ball back, displaying a small portion of my scintillating repertoire of football tricks, one of them called.
"Kaku, ball."

I think they told their mum that a tall boy from so and so house smacked them upside the head. I don't care. I'm sixteen and i don't look like any kaku, whosoever.




Roro smsed me.
"Rick, my man, your posts are a hell of a lot more mature than they were before."
Mum's still wondering why i grinned throughout the day and night.




The Food was taking a long time to make an appearance. i was eying all the other table loaded with dishes with undisguised envy.

Then i saw it. A magnificent looking chicken preparation on a table. I stared at it.
"You shouldn't stare at a girl in public." Mother told me, bursting my chicken fantasy with a echoing pop. I looked intently. There was a girl sitting behind that chicken, frowning at me.
Further, i saw that mum had remarked rather loudly. Dad, Aunt, Uncle were looking at me. Glee was etched unmistakably on my Uncle's face.
I discovered that my ear turned tell-tale red when i'm under pressure. Thankfully, i have long hair.
But, all in all, a very memorable night, if you know what i mean. I wont forget it in a hurry.




My little 8 year old cousin came to visit after 3 years.
"Wow, you have grown up a lot!" I said ebulliently.(Well, i know, it was quite stupid, but i had to say something.)
His answer wiped the smile right off my face.
"Well, you haven't particularly shrunk yourself."*


*I later found out that there's a joke that goes like that. Sheesh.