This is a story of myself – a 10 years old boy.
I live with my parents, my 12 years old sister and
a 5 years old brother.
I am told that I was born in Kuwait and hence
my looks are different. I am fair and handsome. Lately I have become a bit
bulky – my father says. Others at home also tease me saying I am fat. But I
don’t think so. However, I follow my father’s advice of doing pushups and other
exercise daily – I remember only when he asks ;) !!!
I am fond of tasty food. Fast food, mughlai,
snacks, you name it and I like it. Of course, fruits and vegetables are not my
favourite.
I have a hectic life – school, tuitions,
religious studies, and more. But whenever possible, I like to lie on the bed
with the television remote in my hands. Mummy doesn’t like this habit of mine
and starts shouting. But I have to switch off the television as soon as my
father returns from office. He is a strict man. I have seen him punish my
sister quite often, although I have never had a beating from him as yet.
Perhaps he loves me more. There may be a reason for that too. My mother tells
me that when I was hardly a few days, I had a tooth already – which had to be
removed when I was all of 21 days old. My mother kept crying and my father had
me in his lap, while the astonished dentist carried out his ordeal. A couple of
months and I began showing symptoms of asthma. This is when my parents were
very stressed. Thrice a day I used to be taken to the hospital for nebulizer. I
used to cry a lot there – more because of fear than of pain. The asthmatic
attacks continued for quite a few years. During such attacks I wanted to be
carried with my head on the shoulder of my mother and then when my father, when
he returned from office. During these times I developed a kind of bond with my
parents which my sister couldn’t develop. My father used to be very disturbed
whenever I used to have a cold because the cold itself led me to asthmatic
attacks.
Gradually, to avoid the attacks, I was put on inhaler.
I didn’t like the after-taste in the mouth, but it did give me the much needed
relief from the breathlessness. My father used to tell about a time when during
my first of such attacks, he had almost lost hope while taking me to the
hospital and getting stuck in the traffic.
Ok, now something nice - when I was about a year
old, we came for a vacation to india. I became a cynosure of everyone’s eyes –
my eyes were grey, different from everyone in the extended family. My mother
fondly narrates that when we went to the zoo during the vacation, everyone from
the passengers in the passing vehicles to the visitors in the zoo, stopped in
their way to have a second look at me – though I never enjoyed the attention –
I was much too small.
Now to the present. I like digital games, new
watches, and good dress. These days I have my own hair-style. But long hairs
are not approved of at school. So every few days I have to get them cut. This
academic session I have started coming home alone. I have tried to get a
bicycle to go to school, but father has linked it to my results in school. Actually
my results have not been very good till now. But to get a bigger cycle, I plan
to work harder. My sister and myself already have a bicycle for the past few
years, but we have outgrown it and don’t like to ride it any more. My younger
brother will be happy when he is bit taller – a bicycle waiting for him
already!
Talking of my younger brother, he is very
naughty. Always picking up fights with me. I ignore him for sometime, but after
that I give him back. Then follows crying, complaining to mummy and a scolding
for me. I hate it. But otherwise he is good and I love him too. He is always
like, bhai this, bhai that…
Now my sister. She is only two years elder to
me but looks more than that. I have to keep away from her during fights. She is
very strong and a punch from her brings unbearable pain. But we stick together while
planning for outings, buying toys or games or when we get scolded together for
various reasons.
I wish a lot of things. Like a room of my own
with an air conditioner, my own bed, study table, cupboard, etc. If anyone
wants to enter into my room, he or she should knock and take my permission
first. I would like to have a mobile which I would flash around and sometimes call
my friends, and carry it outside.
Although my parents bring all the necessary
things that I need, and occasionally games and toys and good clothes and
eat-outs, I still don’t get other things like video games, remote-controlled
cars, and the like. But I have my uncles and a chachu to whom I send sms for my
wishes. And mind you, these wishes come true quite often – but at a price. They
impose all sorts of dos and donts.
My best time-pass is the TV although i sometime
read books too.
I don’t know why but my mother gets angry every
morning when after getting up from bed I make a round of the kitchen to ask
what I am going to get for breakfast. She doesn’t understand that I just
enquire to know if I am getting something nice. Of course, if she is making
something else, then I go into mourning and even skip meals, which rarely
happens, thanks to her. She always has some alternate dish so that I don’t have
to go hungry.
Talking of meals, it is dinner time! More later!
Bye for now!
