here i go again when my series of faint blasts from the past. theres an overwhelming flow of past memories occupying me these days and so i often find myself swinging away with a few blurry images from different times during my childhood. dont worry, unlike part one, this one is just tit bits from the past :P enjoy
one funny and really faint 'waqiya' (incident) i remember when i must have been around 4 is as follows. we used to come to Pakistan to spend our summer vacations. half of our summer was spent with my nano and mamoo. Used to be fun times with a hot summer, my mamoo's motor bike rides and ice creams and mosquitoes, frogs; the latter two being rare back home. frogs. this one is about this tiny little frog that my mamoo put in my brother's shalwar kameez's pocket. lol. i remember my brother running towards the washroom and trying to empty his pocket. mamoo's mischievous laugh and my bro's amusement on the prank trails behind the frail curtains of my memory...
my mother's birthday. she wore a yellow dress, with a black net dupatta. she clipped her hair in a dull gold hair clip, and a prim puff of hair settled right in the front( fashion in those days). with a big smile on her radiant, young face (with a huge frame of spectacles) she knew what i hid behind me. the reason i remember this piece of memory so well is that it was recorded. my birthday present to her was a picture of my mum, a rather comical one with just three locks of hair standing straight on her head. i remember how ma loved her sketch that i drew for her :)
i used to have fastidious habit of being ultra particular about the socks i used to wear. 9 out of 10 times there was bound to be some problem with my socks with one of its loose threads inside tickling my little toes.
while making breakfast for myself early in the morning today i gave myself a generous chuckle. as i pushed down the bread loaves into the toaster, i remembered what a silly kid i used to be( i still am, the latter :p) gadgets have always been something above my IQ level, seriously. i have never been good, not even average in science and thus my ignorance. now that explains my deplorable grades in o levels *blush*. coming back to the way my kid hood imagination worked was rather amusing. i picked up this weird idea or created my own that there are two tiny men with spades down there in the toaster, who on pushing the button start to throw coal on the bread!!!
well the above came a long with me and then unknowingly i forgot all about this scatty idea; the heavy built two tiny men with torch helmets working down in the toaster left me.
i once shaved the head of one of my many dolls in the dark of night and oh hell, how victorious and evil i felt that night.my partner in crime was my crazy brother. on waking up the next morning, however, i had forgotten everything about committing such a deed with my poor lil dolly with yellowish curly locks and kept on looking for it later to have realized what a cruel owner i was.
guess i am done for today. hopefully syndrome 3 wont show up :p