I noticed a peculiar thing at my
workstation yesterday. My keyboard has 105 keys. I’ve never used some of them…
because I don’t know what they’re for. A sudden sense of déjà vu overwhelmed
me. It seemed as though, in the blink of an eye I had teleported to some other place.
I was sitting on a cream coloured Nilkamal chair whose smooth surface had been
scratched into a hideous texture. There was a 26” Onida CRT television in front
of me on whose screen was a short, pudgy, mustachioed Italian plumber trying to
save Princess Peach. I was trying to figure out the brand new joystick in my
hand. Okay. I got this. This button makes
Mario jump. This one to make him move… and all this while my whiny little
baby brother cradled in amma’s arms, screaming in his high pitched baby voice, ‘Lemme play… lemme play’. Realization hit
me like a ton of bricks. This was the place I’d learned to call home… some
fifteen years ago.
After five minutes or so I had to
yield when amma spoke in the I-will-tell-Dad-if-you-don’t-move
voice. Oh… how I hated my brother for all the baby-privileges he got. And
so he played and played and played till he felt drowsy and I sulked in one
corner cursing God, ‘I didn’t know it was
going to be this way! Take him back!’, because they had told me it was God
who gave him to amma. I just assumed God could as easily take him back. Later at night amma would call me aside
in the kitchen and give me a few extra pieces of mussel fry and say, ‘Only for you. Don’t tell anyone.’, and
just like that I would forget that I was sulking.
Slowly, my brother started
growing up and I started hating him less… because his baby-privileges were
downgraded to he-is-the-younger-one privileges.
Subsequently he started hating me… because at some point his privileges were
withdrawn and I started getting certain privileges. When my brother sulked, the
only explanation he got was ‘because your
brother is elder than you’. That is when I started to like growing up. I
wanted to be an adult now. I wanted the adult-privileges.
I wanted to stay out till late evening. I wanted to take a bath when I wanted
to and not when amma told me to. I wanted to learn to ride my father’s Bajaj
Chetak. I wanted the channel not to be changed every time two sets of lips came
close to each other on TV. I wanted to know what happened during those times in
the movie Titanic when amma had changed
the channel. I wanted to grow up as fast as possible.
Now I know all of it was a trap.
Growing up is a trap. They told me about the privileges. They didn’t mention
the responsibilities. They didn’t tell me how much of a burden it is to live
with the knowledge that you are responsible for certain things. They didn’t
tell me that all I really needed to know about Titanic was that all of them had
died in the end.
I read something yesterday, which
affected me greatly. “Resign yourself to
the lifelong sadness that comes from never being satisfied.” All I want now
is to go back to that Bajaj Chetak, that Nilkamal chair, that Onida TV, that
Super Mario game and my whiny little brother. I want to go home.
Couldn't relate to it more... You really know how to write cause I don't usually read till the end of some random blog... Keep writing and BTW you use words really concisely and that screams 'good writer' ;)
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