Petty things

I learned one thing today. I learned that things are so temporary. Everything I mean. Happiness,joy,sadness,anger,etc. I think it’s good that it is this way. It would be really difficult if things were permanent. Imagine worrying about your next bottle of milk for your whole life. That would be a really sad life. But I guess nature intended us to be the way we are for our own sake.

I remember when I was a kid,…… actually I don’t remember anything that I did when I was a kid. I just wanted the article to sound mature. But I do remember stuff that I did when I was thirteen years old. There was this kid in my class. Well you can’t really call that hell of a mountain a kid. He was this really hefty lad. I could have said that the earth shook when this lad walked around. But then that would be a hyperbole. Because you never know that what you just said could be misinterpreted by taking it literally.

So I am going to call this heavy lad ‘Drumstick’. I like to give people sarcastic names. And I think creating irony while calling people names is the coolest form of sarcasm. I know I sound as cool as a cow when I use the word cool. (For those who weren’t fast enough to get that one, a cow is a really uncool animal). So drumstick here used to bully me. He used to hit me on the head everytime he saw me. Be it in class or the dormitory(Yeah I was in a hostel) or even the bathroom! How does a decent person trying to come first in class react to that? (I know I just gave away useless information that I always tried to come first in class. But then I am too proud of the fact that I did come first after all. You tend to feel proud of your past success once it becomes extinct from your present.) So this drumstick used to hit me. All the time. I spent countless sleepless nights I remember. I used to make plans for the next day as to how I would spend the entire day without being spotted by him. I used to sit far away from him in class. And always behind his row. And the weird thing was that I actually succeeded. I had drumstick believe that I had gone home for five days! That happens to be my greatest achievement till date.

But then you can never be too careful. He finally noticed that something was wrong with his palms. They weren’t getting to dash themselves against some skull that was full of brain for a long time now. They missed it. And they sent the restlessness signal inwards which finally came to that huge mouth of his which then opened in front of the lad whose bed was next to me in the dormitory. ‘Where is that lil fella dude? Haven’t seen him for long now? Gone home is he?’. After two days the lad whose bed was next to me found ink all over his bed sheet and even the mattress. His pillow also had got some of it. It took him some real hard work to clean his bed sheet. Word has it that he was looking for me for help. But then I was never around. You think it was a coincidence?

But revenge doesn’t help to heal the wounds. It just makes the enemy realise that this guy that he tortured is seriously wounded. It had been five days since drumstick had seen me. It was a weekend. And he was all ready to see me that day. He knew I would be on my bed on Sunday morning. What he didn’t know was that under my blanket wouldn’t just be me but my radio also. Those small radios that you get whose antennae are as long as the body of the radio itself. I used to like Sunday mornings. I used to lie inside my blanket. The sun would be out and shining. The sunlight would be all over my blanket. That’s how I liked it. Made me feel that I am in the sun and yet protected. And the radio. Aah! I just loved to listen to that radio jockey chatter on and on about stuff that was totally useless. I didn’t get half of the stuff that they said. But I liked the way they talked. And the songs were also quite good. So I was listening to radio and that’s when it came. The hand that I had always hated. I felt it touch outside my blanket to find where my face was. And it had touched at the right place and found it. In the two second time that I had to realise what was happening, I took one second to realise what was happening. And the other second, out of reflex, I brought my radio in front of my face. And the hand struck.

I heard something break. But it didn’t hurt (yet!). It was the antenna of my radio. It was broken. And that’s when I realised that it did hurt me. I started crying instantly. Drumstick saw my face and ran away. I haven’t spoken to him ever since then. I cried for two hours continuously. The lad whose bed was next to me tried to console me by staring at my face continuously for those two hours. Kids don’t really know the meaning of consoling. I heard him explain to one of our other friend as to why I was crying. That was how I had found out that he was the one who had betrayed me. The person who had given away my location. Now I realise that he didn’t have the slightest idea as to what he had done. And I don’t think that he still does. Unless he is reading this!

That was such a terrible loss for me then. But now it seems so trivial. Now if I think about the radio, I say that I don’t give a damn! And when I think about drumstick, I miss him! Weird isn’t it? (Although I do think that I owe his clothes some ink!) I never took my revenge from drumstick. I was too scared to do so. But my point is, that was the time I was so worried about life. And now I am looking back at it and saying ‘You got to be kidding me for being so childish!’. So I think my current troubles in life will also seem trivial after a few years.

I just hope that I don’t look back and say ‘Dude seriously!What were you thinking when you started blogging?’