1.Never hide anything under the bed,especially test paper books and answer papers.It is the most obvious site , anyone with a morsel of intelligence is sure to search there in the first place.I learned this lesson quite late, in my tenth standard ,when Amma discovered my Malayalam test paper note,from under the bed,a book that was signed and maintained exclusively by me.Mathew was quick to take in this lesson.He chose the Malayalam shabdatharaavali, a Gargantuan compilation of words,a book that was barely touched and rarely opened,to hide his Social answer paper.I accidently discovered it after one year when it was too late to be used as a tool to blackmail him.
2.Never keep your colour pencils/drawing books near your elder sister/brother.It seems to arouse in them an irreristible urge to hone their drawing skills.I was caught one day at school,my teacher having discovered the inimitable painting of a lady playing Bharathanaattyam in my drawing note along with the clumsy representations of mountains and coconut trees,the only stuff I could manage to draw!The same rule applies to your personal diaries as well.Keep it out of their reach or you may have to face appalling situations as the grammamr mistakes in it being corrected in red ink or worse,in desperate circumstances they would take the book to college to write lecture notes.
3.Never impetuously obey whatever your elder siblings say.Exercise your grey cells,give a modicum of thought to the grievous consequences that may occur.This lesson would be clear when I tell you how I rashly placed my tongue inside the freezer when my wise sister told me about the wonderful feeling you experience when you perform this act(which she told she has done several times and that she couldnt stop herself from doing it again).I narrowly escaped a fatal death that day,only because I withdrew my tongue instinctively.When later questioned by papa she told that she read in 'Young World' that this could be dangerous and just wanted to confirm it!
4.If you have a doubt,better approach your parents than your siblings.They seem to derive a sort of unrelenting pleasure in deceiving you by exploiting your fundamental gullible nature.Mathew was a chronic victim to my fabricated tales in his naive days when he was unaware of the implications of this lesson.Once,the eight year old Mathew consulted me to clear certain doubts he had regarding the origin of earwax,which he said he had in plenty.I explained to him gravely about the existence of a channel named the 'Eustachian canal' that connects the ear with the brain and how when excess clay accumulates inside ones head it flows down this path into the ear.As his eyes welled up with tears at the realization of the bitter truth that he was a moron,I consoled him saying that everybody can't be born intelligent.Also to make the explanation sound more genuine,I added that Papa and Amma were planning to shift him to another school as they have realized that he was intellectually incompetent to continue his studies in the present one.Yet another time,on our way back home from school,I decided to take him through a route he was not familiar with.Mathew was puzzled as he saw the unacquainted road and asked me where we were heading.Solemnly,I let him knew that Amma and Papa have decided to sell him as they had no money and that we were going to his new home,the family that has agreed to adopt him.Also,I have told him umpteen times on how an unforgivable swap occurred at the 'Baby Memorial Hospital'' where he was born and how the 'real Mathews' was living at some alien home.Deechechi looked exactly like Papa and I was said to be a replica of Amma while he did not resemble anyone which proved that he was not the 'real one'.Now,these seem like the cruelest things to tell an eight year old kid,but back then exploiting his pediatric unsuspecting character was the most pleasurable pastime I indulged in.
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