Prodigal Kids

Years ago (don’t go too far) 
I may have been 5… I remember snippets of the incident but to keep it interesting I might bring out the writer in me… Please bear with me… 

PS: All the content you read here is just meant to be humour and anything taken out of context will be subject to punishment.

So… ya… I was playing in our living room. Most probably it was a Sunday because both my parents were at home. My brother, Ashish was having some conversation with my parents. After a while he stormed into one of the rooms, took some time and got out with his school bag. He was 7 then. 
He got out angrily and on the way out looked at me and said “Archana chal…pack whatever you need…

Still unaware of what had happened… I went straight to my room, took out my school bag… You have no idea how much I hated to touch my school bag during holidays….

Anyway “pack whatever you need… Hmm“…. First thing first, threw all the books out, filled my bag with clothes, toys and a drawing book and stuff… Zipped it and was all set to go….

My parents and Ashish were still standing at the door… Dad looked down at us and asked me “You sure you want to go?
I looked at my brother, looked back at my dad and nodded… 
 
He said, “okay then…
 
We took our first step out… I thought by then someone would jump in and stop us… But that didn’t happen… 
Now we had to stick to the plan… My brother looked furious hence I couldn’t ask him hua kya
 
Stop them” mom screamed at pa… I turned back… My house looked like 90s movie… Where my mom was pleading my dad… And he was stubborn. “Keh Diya na, bas keh diya…” 
 

Picture from our happy times

We walked slow enough for them to stop us but fast enough to protect our ego… How you ask your friend to hold your hand when you are about to enter a fight… Something like that…
 
Now we were a few stairs down… I asked my brother where we are going… And to my surprise he said, “I don’t know… We’ll figure out once we reach the main gate… 
We live in East Delhi… Outside our apartment’s main gate you will only find goons…
I knew if I left him now and went back home I would be tagged with Judas’ name for the rest of my life and if I continue walking… We’ll be kidnapped or killed for sure… I chose to get killed… We take betraying damn seriously…. 
 
We were two floors down when we heard a dog barking… Well they say dog is man’s best friend…. but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for another commitment…

Ashish stopped and I followed… I could hear my heart beat… We both turned and ran…
 
As we were about to reach home… Our little ego peeped in… Back to frown face… I didn’t even know what I was mad about! Grr…
 
When we reached our home the door was shut… We were expecting them to come looking for us… Clearly they didn’t care…
So my brother decided to convert the lobby area as our new home… We sat outside the house… Took everything we had in our bag and set it up… ghar-ghar has never been more real than this.
After a while my mom opened the door… She saw her two tiny angels making a mess outside her home…. We looked at her and continued to do whatever we were doing…. She went back…
 
Pa and ma took turns to check… But no one called us in…. Nor did we bother…
 
Once I remember Mom saying it’s been a while let us call them in… And my pa like typical Bollywood fathers said I didn’t ask anyone to leave hence I’m not calling anyone in… If they want they can come in….

God has gifted him Anupam Kher’s face but Om Puri’s heart… (I’m purely referring to the characters they have played on screen.)

dont fall for this face…
He is this

I looked at my brother he was adamant about not going in… I love my brother… but sometimes I feel love is stupid…
 
After a while I could smell fish fry… By then I was sure they would call us in… So I slowly started packing things… 
The first thing you see when you enter my parent’s apartment is the dining table…
I told my brother pack your things it’s lunch time…. No parent would let their kids starve.
My parents opened the door wide and sat down for lunch and ate shamelessly… 
I looked at my brother. We both unpacked our bags… By now ghar-ghar wasn’t fun anymore…

They left the food on the table….
 
It was 4 in the evening and my neighbour could hear our tummy growling.
So slowly we got up… Packed our things and went straight to the dining table… I don’t remember if we washed our hands… But I still remember that meal… 

No one asked us any question. We continued as nothing had happened in the first place… 
 
Prodigal son and daughter were back home…
 
And I knew either my pa was watching too many Bollywood films… 
or 
Our parents weren’t normal…

blurry hai per mera hai

13 Comments

  1. I too craved this life once, to have a sibling, to share my happiness with…. Even cried inside my room….after reading this blog, that childhood feeling came flashing before my eyes…..
    I really love this small incident of yours…..
    Thank you for sharing…..

  2. Good god! Tht was fabulous.. I’ve been reading your blogs n I gotta say, you’re fun to read.. super hilarious and inspiring! This blog took me back to my childhood.. (don’t noe why but I find you funnier thn abish :d) Please never stop writing.. 🙂

  3. I made this dramatic exit from home once because my mom slapped me. Packed my favourite clothes in my school bag. My mom didn’t stop me. I had plans of going and staying at my relatives who lived a bit far away but I thought I’ll make it to their house by walk. My neighbour who watched all this, played along and asked me to stay at their house. So I stayed there the whole day and in the evening went back home as if nothing happened 😝

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