Shades Of Thirteen

Lucky Me

I turned back at the clock and I was freaking shocked it was 12'O clock and God knows when time flew so fast and how come I didn't realise it's so late, before my brain asked these questions and came to an answer these five big black mosquitoes started singing together above 500 decibels, that to banging on my door and floor. Lots of balloons, flowers, with a cake and a bottle of champagne was just in-front of me and these idiots were screaming that loud that all my neighbours joined them too. I came back to the moment when my security came up all over 24th floor just to remind me that, this much loud noises are not allowed in the society.

They're my three idiots not the Aamir khan's movie ones but the real ones - Kabir, Shashank, Raju along with my daughter and mother celebrating my b'day at 12'O clock...
At 39 I felt it was awkward for me and also not expected. But I am really thankful to these five people who sweating badly without AC or fan, hungry without food, thirsty without drinks and must be sleepy at this time but still decorating (no idea from how long) and was arranging a surprise for my day. Love you all guys. After opening champagne bottle and cake cutting they all gone and I came to my bed with my clinging kitten, lights off and my eyes too... I closed my eyes and went back 39 years ago, and I start seeing all so clear!

13-04-1985 early morning at 8 O'clock I landed on this earth.
City Agartala, State Tripura, North-East India. A fatty fluffy, super-cute, whitish, bald, 4.3kg baby girl with an intelligent brain & emotional mind (Bad Combo). I was more like a cup cake. Mom gave a name after my birth for my birth certificate "Amisha" but as usual my aunt (ChhotoMaa) opposed & renamed me with a name that define my eyes - Naina (Above mentioned informations by family). Though I have got many names in my life, so I don't have any regret for my name collections.
Where Maa called me Mona, D'bhai called me Chicoo, Granny called Shona & others Naina.

Honestly, my memory is not that sharp that I can recall every single thing of my past but the most prominent ones I still can recall. Not so much of my childhood memories but still few are unforgettable. As far as I recall my childhood memories, very first that jumps in, is - Those days the epic Mahabharat was coming on Doordarshan Channel. As I was really too tiny to understand what Bhishma & Arjuna was doing inside a box with light & sounds, so I used to disturb everyone who came to watch this series in our house, because that time our family had TV among the entire colony. I disturbed them like I put my little fingers into their ears or nose, and when I felt my fingers are sticky than I would try with their eyes. Sometimes I got punished by Maa & sometime people shooed me like a street dog.

But from my very childhood I was so consistent doing same mistakes repeatedly. Somehow I have start managing to understand that I must stop repeating and start doing new things to disturb people specially her, when I realised I had a punching bag to hit anytime & anywhere, and bonus part is that the punching bag never hits me back, and that punching bag was my only sibling, and she is my loving one and only elder sister whom I call D'bhai sometimes only D (Preet).
I used to hit her, scratch her, and bite her & whatever cruelty a human baby can do to show their anger I did every possible thing with her. She was three and half years elder than me and she loved me unlimited. She was the first girl in my life who had narrate me the definition of beauty. She had long hairs, milky white skin, chinky eyes, and beautiful voice. She sings so nice that sometimes I fell asleep & her figure was so well maintained then, that today's generation is paying enough for this type of figures, but still at 90's she was called a thin, skinny girl. But these all qualities were not enough for me to admire her or jealous with her. I had a super jealousy with her for her fluency in English. She was studying in the top best English medium school of Agartala - Holycross. She went to school by a yellow bus, I saw her going to school every day by bus, at her bus stop where maa took me on her lap to drop D'bhai. At the bus stand other parents who come to drop their kids, were thinking I was a free soft toy to cuddle with. They not only kissed or snatched me from Maa and I was transferred from one to another lap, but few crazy among them used to throw me in the air and to catch me, Dude I am human baby not a volley ball.