You turn any page of the history of man. Not the history of kings and governments, nor that of wars and elections. I mean the history of the mundane life of man. You do find, amidst many stories of family feuds and romance, the stories of the marvellous childhood of man. The incidents from the episodes of childhood are something so capturing and luring to listen to or read about. In fact, that's what you may overhear if you pass by a house which might have temporarily forgotten the tussles of ordinary life. What you hear may contain these phrases: "You know what varun did last night? ...." or "Oh! I can't contain myself laughing. He gave me such a reply that I was dumbstruck for a moment." .... or "These days children are really par excellent when you compare our childhood days, aren't they?" The stories are endless. One more such anecdote, I feel, is worthy of such mention here in my blog entry so that the readers savour the same amusement that we experienced when it occurred.
Here is the naughtiest child of my uncle's family. He is my uncle's grandson. That's his son's son. Now he is around four. Even when he was three years old, I chanced to visit my aunt's where my uncle's family too was present for some occasion. We all were in an air conditioned room chit chatting with each other and eating the sumptuous meal served to us. In the mean while, the 'little master' kept himself busy checking the door of that room closed after every visit of someone or the other to the room. He could not shut his mouth as usual. He kept dictating the rules of confining oneself in the air conditioned room, the important one being that the door should be kept tightly closed so as to save energy and to keep the room cool enough. That's what he had learnt from his maternal grandfather. So he was busy handing down the knowledge to all the members of the family present there.
Not able to stand by it any more, my cousin, my aunt's son and an adult nearing his thirties, said, "For the room to remain cool, it is better you be quiet for sometime so that it doesn't become too hot here." Pat came the reply from our hero: "Hmm.. if that's so, then everyone should be cooperative... all of us should eat quietly without talking to each other!"
Of course, you could hear the blast of laughter ensuing the child's wise reply.
Here is the naughtiest child of my uncle's family. He is my uncle's grandson. That's his son's son. Now he is around four. Even when he was three years old, I chanced to visit my aunt's where my uncle's family too was present for some occasion. We all were in an air conditioned room chit chatting with each other and eating the sumptuous meal served to us. In the mean while, the 'little master' kept himself busy checking the door of that room closed after every visit of someone or the other to the room. He could not shut his mouth as usual. He kept dictating the rules of confining oneself in the air conditioned room, the important one being that the door should be kept tightly closed so as to save energy and to keep the room cool enough. That's what he had learnt from his maternal grandfather. So he was busy handing down the knowledge to all the members of the family present there.
Not able to stand by it any more, my cousin, my aunt's son and an adult nearing his thirties, said, "For the room to remain cool, it is better you be quiet for sometime so that it doesn't become too hot here." Pat came the reply from our hero: "Hmm.. if that's so, then everyone should be cooperative... all of us should eat quietly without talking to each other!"
Of course, you could hear the blast of laughter ensuing the child's wise reply.
