It all began in the year 1976 .I bieng my father's best had finally born on 11 December at 10.50 Pm in the night . A handsome kid if I must say .My early childhood was a dream run until my brother was born one and a half years later .Being a pampered kid ( my father would take me for a colddrink and a packet of gems every day) I saw him as a potential danger to the status and my reasons for not liking my brother were some what true as during the later years he actually stole a lot of my mental peace by performing excellent in school and life .I was a naughty kid and a speed freak .I used to ride my tragically at top speed in the colony and did make a lot of friends . I remeber on my birth day I was given a train set and I actually ran it up and down the ramp till it finally broke for good .
Destruction was a part of my nature at that time . Its not that I could create every any thing but the curiosity to find out how things worked took the better of me every time till every toy would become just a piece of junk.
When I was three I joined St. Marys academy in A place called Eeta , a small township in the heart of Uttar pradesh .I would take advantage of the crowds and kick big kids on there legs while coming and going to school. As far as I can remember it used to fun kicking them. My father was transfered from eeta to Agra and this was the first time I was in the city of Taj . I remember having a lot of fun at that time although the people loved me for my good looks I was slowly loosing it out at an early age as my brother started school and was performing excellently in class he was even given a double promotion and never did standard two . This brought him to a class just below me and if I ever failed in school I would have to study in the same class as he would be in and this was a task I had to make sure I never did although I managed to accomplish it with ease (I was nt a poor student )I could never really take on him or score better marks .It also meant he became friends with all my friends and used to be a part of all our cricket teams and would play with all of them .
My brother is called Anshul , An airforce officer is a nice guy who today falls in love and falls out of it the hard way crying in my dads arms everytime hes heart broken on the other hand I really don't care for love because it does hurt and I know it so every thing in my life today is an arrangement . Now I am not saying I fall in love for the coochie coo stuff or the kisses its more like if I am gaining some thing out of it . Sorry to tell you but that is the way I am .
It all started when I was in standard tenth . Yup , I had managed to reach class ten after lot of struggle in school and had decided that in my class ten board exams I was going to score good marks . My relation ship with my parents had not be so good till this time and I had been planning to run away from house since I was in class three . A fact that my parents never came to know because some how I always had the courage to go upto them and tell them that I had failed in one of the subjects till it had become a custom in my house to get beaten up on the day of the result .
I was in my study room and my father and brother walked in to my room
"He is studying a lot .Seems he is going to score more than eighty percent" I felt the taunt in my brothers voice ."Yeah , what do you say?"My father had said .
Now it was customary in my house that who ever between the two brother came first in class or scored more than eighty percent would get what he wanted .So my brother got a cycle before me ,a walkman before me and a camera before me .( I always saved money for these items and I remember I bought my first Mac one racer from my savings of many many years in my handiplast piggy bank.)
"If I score eighty percent what do I get ?"I Asked my dad .
"Any thing you like " Was the answer.
Now in those days there was a scooter called LML t-5 .A beautiful scooter that Mr kapil dev use to advertise for and I remember him driving at top speeds a black t-5 around the city in that advertisement .
"I want a t-5.""ok ,its a deal ,you get eighty percent and the scooter is yours."the deal had been made and very soon i was studying through the night to get that ever elusive eighty percent .Which I certainly managed to score as I was adamant to prove my father wrong this time . I was hurt and I wanted to get back at them . I never know if it was the charm of getting the scooter at that time or the charm of getting back at my brother but I did it and the scooter never came . My father clearly not wanting to spend the money on a scooter . I was shattered . Suddenly my life was in a upheaval .My young mind unable to understand why when brother who could score those marks and get the item of his desire the very same day ,why I cant get it .
My high scores were treated as a positive sighn of my career and my thirst for destruction was satisfied with a purchase of a air pistol .
I went about killing a lot of frogs with it . During those days I wanted to be an engineer and the attitude of my father had left me with a bad taste in my mouth .
To be continued.......
