Morph

So there i was smoking, drinking and doing everything possibly unethical.but it felt perfect for the time.it actually pulled me towards knowing how easy it is for me to morph in a crowd.i could be anything they wanted me to be- entertaining, philosophical, matured. After a point i really couldnt flush out what i was and what i was pretending to be.
back in school i was different. I was actually scared of people around me which lead to me reacting to things in a very random manner, most of the times, lame jokes. I started to enjoy cracking lame jokes.i knew i had a great sense of humour.i could ease up any situation.but when u crack sad jokes you deliberately make the opposite person distance away from you and parallelly make him curious.So the plan worked. As time grew by i had few friends but enough number of people interested in what the fuck i was upto. It soon turned into a phase where i just could control muself anymore and my lame attitude went a bit overboard.
But something new in me built up.from my day to day life's experience, suddenly realized a new talent in me- ACTING!
I suddenly started getting picked for the lead roles in the plays that were performed for our school's annual days.that became my claim to fame eventually.

Apart from that i remained boring and not at all interesting.There was nothing great about me, i was just a simple guy who, thanks to his past freak shows would come across as kinda retarded.

Girls...

by the time i reached 7th i desperately wanted a girlfriend....and although it was out of no sexual desperation...i started going out with the hottest girl ever...she was very pretty...extremely sweet and very smart..i dated her for exactly 9 months.This would have been a brilliant relationship had i not been stupid..I broke up with her when she kissed me...and told her that we are going too fast!!Mind you i was not over the fourth grade crush even now...infact this crush changed my whole life...i have always fallen for girls who are sweet to me...was just amazingly irresistible.but i shall come to that soon enough.

The Cool Quotient

Life till i was 9 yrs old was full of pranks but still innocent.Things for me actually changed when we moved to a better place (at least that's what we thought).It was a very posh locality...rich people, rich lifestyle,rich friends,and poor me....soon i became a part of the new artificial world i had entered...For the first time i actually introduced myself to kid in ENGLISH.No one would say,"Kaisa hai yaar"...or,"Aye popat"..here every1 would say,"Hey man!!wassup man...wat a loser!!!".
Trust me...it made me feel like a wannabe...coz i new it will take me ages to fit into this crowd...and it did take me almost a whole year to be a part of them...
Life back in my new house was not as bad as my new school where people were very different compared to the friends i had made in my previous school it was very difficult for me to break the ice with most of them.One girl i remember who approached me for friendship.We had the same mother tongue so it was fun to talk to her.She was the prettiest girl ever who just swept me off my feet.And now i will talk about one of my closest friends...he met me in a workshop in a theatre and soon we joined the same school...we had allot of things in common...same friends...similar girl interests and everything...but things with him became worse when i suddenly joined a group of spoiled kids....few of them were from my building and the others were through them only...by the age of 12 i started smoking...it definitely was not an ideal life ...but wat can a guy do wen he desperately wants to be "cool"...

The Problem Child

Apart from studies....i was an animal!!!loved to fool around although time.My Parents would be called by my teachers almost every 2nd week for various reasons-be it pulling down a girl's skirt or throwing a bottle of water on my teacher's purse.But my academic record always saved me from getting into big troubles!!!I also used to give my class teacher a few periwinkles every morning - flowers that i used to pluck out on my way to school.One factor of primary school life that i will never forget is Pratikshah. I had a major crush on her.Would write ,"I Love You" on chits of paper and send to her through her partner.I liked her for almost 3 years-right from 1st grade to 3rd grade.1nce i was slapped by the teacher for passing such a chit to her...but i did not react badly to that...just smiled at her and went back to my desk.
Another person whom i haven't forgotten for a weird reason is my tuition teacher.We all have read about Hitler....but trust me i have seen a Hitler,but in a women's disguise.She was an Anglo-Indian lady who taught me all the subjects-ya ya she was a genius,but was a serious pain in the ass!!!She would spank me on my ass for every spelling mistake,every grammatical error and every wrong answer...wat a bitch!!!But ya i must give her some credit for the reason that under her guidance i always came first in my class (It meant allot to my parents...they anyways wanted me to be a doctor or an engineer).
I was a kleptomaniac or rather just a thief from the age of 8..would take 2-3 buck's from mother's purse just from a hajmola candy or kulfi which was sold outside my house in Malad.But soon my mother discovered my "hidden talents" and made me get over it..

The first few steps..

Soon i started going to school, made many friends for the first time (since i had no children of my age in the house i stayed). I had never stayed amongst such a big crowd for such a long time. So the first year of school was more of a thrill than a threat to me. I was 4 when i had my first crush (SERIOUSLY). She was this cute, little, chubby-cheeked, fairly tanned doll.Whatever be the topic, I would always draw her by my side in every art class. I used to be my teacher's pet. Every day on my way to the school i would pluck out a flower and give it to her.

I changed school and home when i reached the 1st grade. Mother got a flat from the place where she worked and also they were now able to get me admitted into a private school. There i met many new guys few of whom i still am in touch with. My mother had by now started taking my lessons. So i didn't get much time to waste on television. I am grateful to her for that because i sincerely believe that had she not guided me back then i would not have had such a good base for the rest of my academic life.I was pretty decent in my studies back then...till 3rd grade i always secured the first rank in class-something that made my parents very proud of me...or rather the only thing!

The Beginning....

I was born in Calcutta (now Kolkata) but came to Mumbai within a month. My father had been promised a job in Mumbai which later turned out be a mistake the firm's administration. Anyways we still decided to stay in Mumbai because father would not want to go back to Kolkata as a failure. Fortunately a family gave us a 1 bedroom flat on rent. The house was in Jogeshwari. My mother was also searching for a job back then. Both were trying their best to make life simpler. Soon baba (Father) took up photography for a short term profession and after a couple of years he got a good job in an advertising company. My mother too got a good post in a bank.

I believe my parents got married at a very young age. My mother was only 25 when i was born and my father was 27. But their sense of responsibility towards the family they had begun was too strong for them to be called immature parents. My father, although, used to be quite frustrated due to the family tensions and all the anger would shower down on me at the end of the day.This physical rage continued for a long time. They had assigned a maid for me. Her name was Marjina. She was was my closest friend and a great guide. I don't know how she did it but all i know is she never let me feel that my parents don't have time for me ( the context being generally children with both working parents develop a negative approach towards them).