a child writes ::ROUND 20 - days to remember....

wen i looked back at my life....i realised dat dere was nuin so special dat has happened....apart frm de fact dat i leaped and scrambled my way into degree college....

it may not be special for YOU....it is for me.....considerin de fact dat i was always a below average student.....me gettin this far is all thanks to divine intervention.....courtesy YOU.....thank u......

so people ask me wad ROUND 20 is all about...er.....no one has really asked me abt it...its me hu has been advertisin abt it (quite mercilessly). anyways....R-20 is sumthing dat commences on the 16th of November 2007.....my birthday.....i call it R-20 coz dat is wen ill be enterin adulthood.....it will be de 20th year of my hopelessly dry life which will be running....hence ROUND 20.....

but i feel R-20 will have a defining impact on my career and personal life.....

my career hasnt really looked up in de past 18 years......not coz ive wasted it.....coz it neva really was for me....rong decisions at rong times had me in a fix....

and to top it all.....extra smart cousins......but ill keep em out of this....coz this is my story.....my history..... a sort of MEIN KAMPF......only thing dat this is in english and a bit more immature dan de original version......

on with our story now.....

There was a boy...lets name him brat.....

Now brat......to be frank....was a very intelligent and witty....err.......ummmmm......brat??

anyways.....brat in his childhood days (age :4yrs) was de pearl of his mother's eyes....he still is....but we'll cum to tat later....

so brat spent his childhood in bharuch and ahmedabad....de only thing worthwhile on TV in dose days was MAHABHARAT......no F.R.I.E.N.D.S....no dragon ball z....no T-20 cricket....

But believe me....brat would have enjoyed mahabharat more than all dese TV shows even if dey were relayed in those times....

so brat used to move around in his undies in and out of bharuch with a bow and an arrow....{{those were de days of ur childhood.....u dun care about de world....ur not conscious of hus lukin at u.....}}

and brat had this huge pillow which was his horse....so brat wud jus sit on it and start rainin imaginary arrows frm his imaginary GANDIVA and shoot down de bad guys on duryodhan's side (yeah....brat was an ARJUN fan in dose days and was shit afraid of duryodhan!).....brat also had this lil scooter (the one hrithik had in krish)....brat used this scooter to zip around bharuch.... and woo de girls......and to stone the monkeys....brat liked this scooter of his a lot.....and even made it look like a chariot......had an umbrella fitted on its butt......and all sots of crazy things.....

brat knew each n evry alley of bharuch so well dat brat's dad used to ask him for directions....

this worried brats mum a lot....coz brat would go missing evry now n then.....and be sumwhr in bharuch with his GANDIVA prototype......

but brats mum dint need to worry much.....coz dere was a girls skool nearby......and de girls would jus cum home n tell mum dat brat was near de river (river narmada behind our house) now brats mum wouldnt have worried if he was near de skool (yeah brat was a huge hit with de girls....de girls luved to pull brat's cheeks) anyways.....mum was shit petrified wen told dat brat was near de narmada.....

mum ran so fast dat she would have given P.T. usha de creeps.......wen she reached de banks she saw brat sitin on a rock doin his own stoopid stuff.....she took him home and gave him sum nice good kharcha-paani.....

now brat was like kid Lord Krishna.......luved to trouble his mom....

he would make it a point to fall into trouble atleast once in a day.....no make dat once in an hour....and get de punishment for de same at de same rate.....sumtimes.....2 times de rate....

den Ramanand Sagar's Ramayana came into brats life.....same old story....bows and arrows......but with added flavour!!!! MONKEYS!!!!

yeah....bharuch was a home for monkeys.....and deadly langoors too.....now langoors arent bad....deyre jus a bit psychotic.....luved to gobble up kids.......brat dint know y.....now brat used to watch ramayana a lot....and was crazy about Hanuman.....so he blackmailed his parents into gettin him a mace....(he stopped drinkin his milk and started feedin it back to de cows) ... brat started to adorn himself like Hanuman.....like a tail jutting out of his pants....(yeah brat had started to wear his pants jus to fix dat tail)

so one fine day....mum was busy cookin in de kitchen and it was time for brat to drink his milk....mum called out to brat....but brat said dat he was playin.....now mum was a bit surprised at dis answere....coz mum used to give biscuits along with milk which brat luved....and nuin in this world could seperate brat frm his biscuits....so mum went to chk on wad brat was doing....wen she went out of de house....brat was surrounded by langoors....mum froze....but brat was so damn comfy with dose monkeys....y u ask.....coz brat had a tail and he pretty much luked like a langoor himself....anyways jokes apart....mum sumhow called out to brat and using brats fav biscuits lured him back into de house.....and as usual....gave him sum more kharcha-paani .......along with his fav biscuit and milk ofcourse....

dat way....brat has had a lot of kharcha-paani.....broken a lot of cycles n scooters....brat still recollects goin to de market with his dad to buy wheels for his scooter.....

brat duznt really remember wad happened after all of his escapades.....brats dad had an evil boss (i mean....which boss isnt??)....but this boss was like...real evil....he dint let brats dad attend his dad's funeral.....brat would have thumped him with his mace had he known.....but brat was senseless n stoopid in those days....so no issues.....shortly therafter....dad resigned frm dat evil company n joined sumwhr else....sumwhr in ahmedabad.....

now i dont really remember wad happened dere.....but i do know for one thing.....brat had a seriosu attack of malaria bang in the middle of de shift....brats mum used to make him drink crocin evry now n then...brat hated it.....n would spit it out in return for sum kharcha-paani......still it dint work.....so brats mum bought him a ferarri f-50....a miniature version ofcourse and used to show it to him evry time he had to drink medicine....

so there u go...tata bubye gandiva and mace.....brat had shaken hands with cars....a nightmare for brats dad.....brat made him buy a new car evry now n then..... n brats mum would smile.....

now brat was a loner in those days.....he dint have any frnds....and all de girls frm de girls skool in bharuch werent dere either....

brats maternal grand parents had cum over to ahmedabad to stay....one de day of their arrival brats granddad bought him a baloon.....

now this balloon was special...it wasn’t ordinary....it was a helium balloon....brat dint know this then....he thot it was a normal baloon n would jus stay with him all along.....but for a split second brat made de mistake of lettin it go....n de balloon flew away.....brat looked towards de sky till he lost sight of de balloon.....brat had got his first science lesson.....helium baloons fly away! boo-hoo! brat cried a lot that day....it took sum more kharcha-paani to shut him up.......

thats probably the last thing i remember about brat's life in gujrat.... i think brat just wouldnt leave gujrat...even in life threatening circumstances....remembering this much about his life itself was a pain.... over to mumbai now