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Those were the best days of my life - II

I really sat and thought about the changes in me since my last post on this subject and I must admit-I am now feverishly trying to behave like a grownup. Thinking all the pros and cons of any situation, diplomacy in relationships, finding means of comfort and of course the money-money chants. Phew! Had never thought about it while as a kid. I remember, once my Papa ji (father) had given me a 100 rupees note in March and had smuggled it with me slyly into the hostel(money and eatables were not allowed there! sic!). I could do nothing with that amount, so when the summer vacations came next year, I spent the entire amount eating during the 3-day-trip back to home. With 5 figures remaining to hit 30, I am yet not able to figure out that how must I behave when I am to have kids and may be start disciplining them about life. No clue! I may turn out to be an exceptional parent... hahaha ... I will be continuing this one. For now, I just don't feel like writing anymore.

Those were the best days of my life - I

Note: This is an article, I had written some time back. BTW, it's no way related to my life here in the UK. I just thought of continuing this subject so needed to mention it here, as without the first part,the second one will seem vague... Read on -> -> -> Being practical is a trait that one develops to cope up with life's harsh realities. Gone are the days when one could smile and in return get a free lollipop or an ice cream, when the common goal of stealing raw mangoes from the neighbourhood would unite all the foes in half-pants, when all the pockets in the dress would be full of home made knick knacks to chomp on during the two hour evening game break and finishing the day with small nap at the tuition. Hmmm… My first initial stood for mischievous and till a few years back, I lived up to it. The remotest corner of my brain tells me that it all began when I was punished for fighting with a fellow classmate in first grade and the Nun honoured me by making me s...