As soon as I read this topic, the question that came to my mind was – “Have I really grown up at all? :P” And I got the answer instantly – I still am a kid 🙂 My parents keep telling me that I act like a small kid and all my friends call me a kiddo. The topic would have made sense to me if it said “what if I was an old person?”. I, imagined, what my mom would have said if I had asked her about this.
- You still cry for all the petty things in the world. Do you think you have grown up?
- You trust every Tom, Dick and Harry and then get disappointed when they cheat you.
“She is just using you”.
Me: “No way! she is my best friend. She is a very close friend of mine. She will never do that”.
After some days:
Me: “You were right. Why did I trust her?”
- You cry whenever you do not exceed YOUR expectations.
Then: “Mom, I got less marks in Maths. I got 98 instead of 100.”
Today: “Mom, I did not get that prize, even though I did a lot of hard work”.
- You are still as naughty as you were when you were young.
Then: My mom took me to a temple and I ran away. She had a hard time searching for me in the temple.
Now: I was about to fall into the Grand Canyon, when I visited it with my friends. 😀 My friend came running after me and scolded me for going so close.
- Chocolates and dolls are still your favourites 🙂
Probably, it’s my build too. I look like a school girl 😦 People get shocked after they get to know my age 😛 Every time I tried to gamble in Vegas, people asked me for my ID. They still had a doubt that I was underage to gamble 😦 People have sometimes asked me which high school I am studying in.
But I still want to become a baby again, so that I can catch a glimpse of my grandfather again. I guess I still have every other privilege that I had when I was small. He died when I was too young but I still remember him. I can feel his presence in my life. There were times when I would cry in front of his photo. Whenever my mom scolded me, I would go and complain to his photo. I always thought he was omnipresent, like the god (after all, he is in heaven with the god). I never start a work without praying to him. He is equal to god, or more than the god himself to me. I feel his blessings will always be there with me. I made all his dreams (that he had for me) come true. I am sure, wherever he is, he will be proud of me at this moment.
I want to listen to all those stories from Mahabharat and Ramayan that he would tell me, in order to make me sleep. The day he died, I cried the most in my life, so far. I did not let people take his body away from me. I ate, slept, spent my entire day next to his body. I used to fight with god sometimes… why did you have to take my grandfather of all the people in this world? He was the most humble and noble person. Everyone who knew him, respected him. He was the perfect man, throughout his life. The perfect father, perfect husband, perfect colleague, perfect friend, perfect uncle, perfect son-in-law, who took care of his mother-in-law, when her own sons did not want her. Why him? I also never saw my grandmother. I remember those days in school when people would say “I am going to visit my grandparents”. I would come home and cry, because I never got that love which I should have got.
I tried a lot to make this post funny. But as soon as I wrote that temple incident, I remembered with whom we went to the temple and realized what I missed the most in my childhood. I miss you a lot grandpa. And I will never forgive those who were responsible for your death. Those people who made his life miserable and hurt him so much, when he did everything possible under the sun to make their lives better.