A piece of paradise

Childhood memories, just curtain down your eyes with the aid of your eye lashes and your face wil wear a refreshing smile with out any effort. Those are the best part of my life. And i can bet for most of us. Everything was so easy and cozy. No tensions, no worries, no usual linings on the forehead, just lost in our ownselves, far away from the jargon of this complicated world. Everybody believes that, people get more sensible and mature and disciplined with their age but when i recaptualate those memories, i discover that i was more disciplined at that time than today. Waking up at the dawn, regular bath, (now i skip some days) regular attendance in school, joining my hands in the name of god in the evening pre switching on the lights, regular update of assignments and homeworks, i will not feel at all shy to call myself a mummas boy, yes i was. And that was a divine blessing that i have lost. Again i want to become the same mumma's boy. I myself couldn't identify, who i was and now who i m.
Everything was so light. When anybody ask me, who was your first crush, i throw a 'dont ask me please' look. Then i ponder, over past, ok in class 10th, no in class 7th, no, it was perhaps in, and my sight goes vague, and i couldnt find any plausible reply, from my brain history section. Love happened in every session of my school days, and with every increase in the count of my academic standard, i felt this time it is real love. I still remember, when i was in 10th standard, every morning, with my first step in my class, i used to check my crushes's school bag, that whether she have come today or not. And just after returning home from school, crushing all the crushes, and get engage in playing, watching tom n jerry, and other. Which is way much better than todays breakups, shattering and scattering of hearts, betrayals, bluffs, n all.
No backbitings, no jealousy, no ill feelings, no corrupt and polluted mind, now i understand why childrens are considered next to God.
I miss that part of my life. I miss that piece of paradise.

pappu bada ho gaya!!!!!!!!!

well this is my debut blog.... i m not a hardcore auothor or writer or narrator or something i just Two days before when i stepped in my house, everybody greeted me with glee and warm welcome......just like they cuddle with my two elder brothers, who resides in US and Korea....... the prestige and respect they get is entirly unparrallel with mine...but this time it was quite uncommon.....
in the starting few hours, i was conceiving every uttered words by my family mates in a very sarcastic way....
i was waiting for something peculiar........ later i discovered and explored that i m no more the same 'golu molu' of the family, i have grown up!!!!!! i know, there is nothing underlining thought in this, but the top of the story, is my family has recognized this thing.....the moment i found this i got delighted, that very time, a thought parked in my mind, now i am also equivalent to my elder bros n sis....
after two days, i have to company my paa to bhu, for a minor eye's operation, then i have to manage the celebration of the most lovely couple's silver jubliee of marraige anniversary, i.e. my parents one.....and have to take my younger bro to lucknow for admission in an institute...... bundles of work,,,, loads of responsibility......... feels good, a sense of responsibility, when you get that much man enough to assure everyone that they can rely on you....