Growing up, I was a spoiled kid. The kind of kid who can roll around in the mud until his demands are met. The kind of kid who would cry-out-loud for the sake of it.
Being the first-born, you’re by default the favorite of your entire clan. You’re basically a superstar and most popular among neighbours and relatives. And I used to be this fat little kid who was crazy about Frooty and everything Cadbury. Everyday, while returning from school, Abbu would buy me that from small Indian Bakery outlet next to our shop. Everyday. While my dada would warn me of how this will harm my teeth, everyday.
I used to love throwing tantrums around and would go hide in the godown just to scare my Dadi, who will then shout at my parents and ensure that I get what I wanted in the first place.
One of my other regular tantrum was, “Aaj main khaana nahi khaunga” when there was some random vegetable cooked. I would be okay if they had a dessert at the end of it, otherwise my Raag Allap would begin.
You remember that kid from the Dhaara Ad, who runs away and his Dada would bring him back, with the promise of Jalebi ? Oh, he was my inspiration back then.
As of now, even I don’t remember most of those things I did and got away with. People from my family, colony and relatives, often remember it when they meet me now with, “Kitna badmaash tha ye pehle..”.