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..