An Ode To Father
I was a shrewd child. A maverick by birth. Being youngest among the siblings, I had a devil-may-care attitude. Reckless and fierce I would often put my parents in an embarrassing situation as I had mastered the art of dropping a clanger. But I had a thing for adventurism too. So much so that if a Mark Twain lived nearby Tom Sawyer would have had a strong female competitor. Besides this Sawyerishness, I had a hint of Robin Hood also. I would rob from the kitchen gardens of the rich and give it to....Neah! I would eat it all! That is why I said ‘a hint’ of Robin Hood. As far as my way at my School is concerned, I am sure my kindergarten teachers remember me as an epitome of mischief, a child who was acerbically quick-witted and uncontrollably canny. I was brazen-faced and my remarks would leave them stupefied. Poor mother would always have to listen to my seditious stories. I call them escapades though. The standard childlike purity would bore me to tears and I always did ...