I am four
and a half years old.
I live with
my parents and siblings. My sister is 11 years old and brother 9 years.
I love my
father very much. Then my mother. I can’t get along with my siblings as we
always end up fighting. My brother has a soft corner for me, perhaps because I
am his only brother. But my sister doesn’t, because perhaps she has two
brothers. Besides, I always do something which annoys her. I want all those
things, toys or gadgets that my siblings have, although I can’t run those
gadgets without their help.
I like to
watch cartoons and the TV remote always has to be in my hands. My father
objects to some cartoons which don’t look like humans. But I like the weird looks
of them. I don’t know what is there that my father hates in these cute figures.
My mother
loves me very much, and so does my father. But my father gets angry very
quickly. So I have to be careful with him. He makes me do so many things that I
don’t like, e.g., going to school, getting a haircut, taking a bath, etc.
But I am
growing up. Before I had to be taken to the toilet, used diapers, etc. Now I
don’t use diapers and I go to the toilet myself. I even lock the toilet door
from inside. J
Every day I
ask my mother if tomorrow is holiday at school. Actually I don’t like to go to
school. Every morning my father wakes me up and I dread the thought. But my
father always manages to take me to school. He wakes me up without mentioning
school, whispering nice things in my ear, like what I would like to have for
breakfast, some story that he has made up just then, and so on. But when I
think of getting a chance to ride the TARZAN, my father’s two-wheeler, I agree
to his persuasion.
Till I get
the keys to Tarzan, my mood is off quite often and I bid goodbye to my mom,
grandpa and grandma with tears in my eyes. They console me and promise good
things when I return from school.
On reaching
school again I hate it and with great difficulty I leave my father’s hand. I
walk forward but look back again and again at my father waving his hand at me.
Till few months ago, my brother who is also in the same school would come to
meet me during his tiffin time. But the Headmistress doesn’t like this and now
I don’t see him as often.
At school I
like it when the teachers give something to colour. I like colouring, you know.
I also like to write alphabets and numbers. I am even writing small letters!
I am very
shy and don’t talk to anyone in my class. My parents often tell me to talk to
other kids, ask their names, play with them but I can’t, I don’t know why.
I like to
play games on computers, on TV, on PSP and even on mobile phones. Whenever I
can persuade grandpa to take me to the computer room, I play there. But when
there is no one in the room, I feel scared. So I don’t let grandpa leave the
room. Sometimes he falls asleep while reading newspaper there, perhaps he feels
bored. When he cannot be there, I rush up to mom and ask her if I can play on
the TV. If she agrees I promptly start playing. But when she doesn’t, I keep
pestering her till she has no other way. It works. ;) However, when she has
programs to watch, I start playing on the PSP. If I feel bored there too, then
I take charge of my mom’s mobile. Ha-ha. I have so many things to do, see?
One Saturday
I made my father agree to bicycle-shopping. Actually since morning I kept pestering
him to buy me a bicycle. As expected, he replied that I already had a tricycle.
But my answer for him was ready – I am big now and I should have a bicycle like
my elder brother. Mom also played her part and in the evening the three of us
were in the market. By the time the shops closed, I already had my own ‘two-wheeler’
– my own Tarzan!
I will tell
you more as I grow up. Bye for now.
