Posts filed under “Growing Up”
Working on my music sense
While I was growing up we had an EC TV on which we would without fail watch Rangoli every Sunday. Exactly at 7 a.m. my mother would switch on the TV to watch Rangoli and enjoy good old Bollywood melodies. Around the same time, my father would start his rant that it wasn’t a program [...]
The British Empire
My father often told me: “The son never sits in the British Empire.” As a result I forced myself to be active – getting up at 5 am and going to bed at 10 pm – and achieving a lot of things as I grew into a full-blown-up man. My father is no more, but I still don’t sit.
My world came down crashing when yesterday I realized that my father had been saying the line wrong. It is actually: “The sun never sets in the British Empire.”
The initial days of my schooling
During my initial days in school, my father always compared me to the Prithvi missile, which was designed and developed by Defence Research and Development Organization.
I don’t know what my father’s reasoning was…but I guess it had something to do with the fact that Prithvi never hit its intended target.
“You are just like that surface-to-surface missile, Prithvi. Can’t even find Pakistan,” he would say.
The beauty of hand me downs
While I was growing up, receiving a box of hand-me-down clothes was like finding treasure. I think it all started when I was growing up too fast for the comfort of my parents. Before I tell you how me growing up troubled my parents, let me tell you how I interpreted my growth. For long [...]
Drinking no longer a sought after pastime
I will never forget how I tasted liquor for the first time. The biology teacher (whom I had a crush on, and thus went on to score 87% in XII so as to impress her) informed us that the next day we will be dissecting frogs and one of us had to volunteer to bring [...]