Adventures with Maa

ACT 1:

A beautiful Sunday morning had birds chirping all across the neighborhood trees, including our compound. Morning walk enthusiasts brisked along the locality path. Human beings have always yearned for holidays and this one day of paramount solitude, when the entire week's workload is felt relieved is looked upon by office goers equally. The early morning sun, peeking through the freshly floating white clouds gave an ooze of benevolent feeling. Summer was loved by only a few humans, which included me. Read humidity. Also, the fact that summer vacation was the longest period of childhood break from school meant every day of the week had an akin to the Sunday feeling. If only those abhorrent summer vacation homeworks and projects didn't exist, my joy would've increased tenfold.

'Wake up. It's 9'o clock. Summer vacations do not give you permission to sleep till afternoon.' I was only about figuring out as to why my happy dream had to end with a background voice, when my reflex system recognized it. It sent warning signals and tremors through my nervous system. Code Red.

The fragmented dreams of my parallel universe gave way to my mainframe  reality. I jumped up. Terrified, I gave a liberated glance at the clock. It was 6:30 am. Phew! Holy Cow! Even Gandhi wouldn't have been this happier when he learnt that the British had decided to leave. I could go back to sleep. Tears of happiness ran across my body! Meanwhile, 9'o clock and afternoon were sub-consciously imprinted at the back of my head. I forgot that mom was in possession of the time stone in our house. Elation rendered into virtual cries. Time is elementary, my dear!

'How many times will I have to shout? Brush your teeth and get back on your study table. Don't waste time.'

My body begged me to go back to sleep. But my brain signaled my innocently half-opened eyes that if I abide by the cries of my body, a pair of chappals would come flying towards me. Some other day, I consoled my sweet self. I kicked myself out of the bed like a rabbit and ran to the wash basin like a chimpanzee. With my eyes barely opened, I was about to conquer the world when I accidentally hit the study table with the pinky finger on my feet.

'Aaaaaahhhh'
'Yes break off every single furniture. I will buy new ones and you go on breaking them'. Shouted my mom from the bedroom.

I was anguishing with an infinite decibel of pain and my mom was worried about the table. God, save the Queen. Sigh! I quickly picked myself up from this heartbreak and started brushing my teeth with whatever toothpaste I could apply on it. The toothpaste didn't contain salt. Back in the day, toothpastes tasted sweet. My upper eyelids were still hinged onto my eyes. While I was at it, I acrobatically turned my head to see if my little brother had woken up too. To my horror, that snorlax was still in bed, half naked(with his pants on!). Hell no!

'Why is fatso still sleeping? He should be up too like me.'
'Don't compare yourself with him. Let him sleep. He was up till late last night watching his favorite cartoon. I will wake him up when its time.'
'Whaaaaat??'

When we were kids, I often teased my younger brother that he was adopted and he was picked up from the nearby dustbin and brought home. But sometimes after such above mentioned incidents, I felt vice versa. I needed to teach this little fat monster a lesson. Involuntarily, I took the water jug kept at the dining and ran to his bed. And whack!

I overturned it and spilled it all on my brother. As it was summer, I assumed he would enjoy this minor early morning bath. I was already imagining the medal of the highest honor my mom would have presented me for my action. Claps! The tranquility of inner satisfaction was about to hit me when my brother gave the biggest ever shrill I had ever heard in my life.

'Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa'.

O' Dear Lord. The rest is history.