Sunday, July 18, 2010

Reminiscing

For once, I wish to count from 1 to 100 facing a wall, with the chattering and the laughter slowly subsiding, with me looking for places where even a ghost would fear entering, but in the madness of the moment and oblivious to the surrounding, I would make my way through to surprise the hidden one and shout 'caught'-- the disappointment clear on face.

For once, I wish to climb the hanging branch on my rooftop with pickle in my hand and bruises on my knees, swinging with the blowing wind and swinging my legs along with.

For once, I wish to get all dirty in the sand in the backyard of my house, trying to make the perfect sand castle no matter how much I have to dig and how much dirt enters my nails.

For once, I wish to watch Scrooge, Morticia, Ray, Egons, Johnny, Alladin, Ariel, Dexter, Popaye, Baloo, Kid cloudwala, Moglee and loose track of the moving time till I get a good earful from Mamma.

For once, I wish to get lost in Contra, Mario and Duck Hunt till my eyes start watering and I am practically exhausted after the duel of which I became a virtual part.

For once, I wish to take the prized tasty sandwich in tiffin and showoff to friends in tiffin break who have not been as lucky as me that day.

For once, I wish to get scared as if I have been just sentenced to death when the teacher says "Show me your homeworks".

For once, I wish to jump on the sand mountain till the owner of the treasure would come and howl the world at me.

For once, I wish to pull someones hair for messing with me or not listening to 'what I said'.

For once, I wish to win the much coveted title of 'The Cycle Race Winner' among the local gang members.

For once, I wish to have the jitters of understanding the unknown feelings after catching 'the cute shy one' in my imagination.

For once,I wish to stealthily tip-toe into the kitchen and grab as much as I can in that one life-or-death shot at having the delicacy which mom has been hiding since long.

For once, I wish to be dragged by papa to face 'Miss' in the parent-teacher meeting, praying for what was coming next.

For once, I wish to be that stupid-silly-unassuming-irascible-shy kid for whom the world was what she saw.