I hate it! - Part II

So on a continued zest of recounting some more things that i can only cherish now ...

There were these heavenly blissful summer holidays... With or without summer homework, this prolly is the time of life
I guess summer hols are god's way of doting on kids and showing His affection..... And you must be really favorite with god if ur parents were working! So u know even I had these brownie points with god back then and so did my bro! ..and together we were such a riot back home...
back to back tv, all the forbidden foods, sampling all the millions of thaeley walahs that go by, buckets of cold coffee and zillions of experiments that would often go haywire...and then all the cleaning up of the mess so that ma doesn't get to know to the effect that even before ma would step in, she would ve already smelled the rat! ...all the fights and physical ones mind u and no marks for guessing who won with the opponent all battered and bruised and I mean literally!...

This one time i remember, after one such violent encounter - my bro had his hands all scratched -with the scratches that have a bloody trail and form a ridge like exterior on the skin...deadly scary...
he of course like a chauvinist younger brother dint hit me back but went to ma like a cry baby....ma being ma first din't listen to such 'unmanly' complaints, but on seeing his hands turned towards me, smiled and said...'shiti yeh kya hai'...aage se mat karna! and got back to her work
my bro obviously expected more than this 'polite' conversation...and infuriated, he retorted back ' kya ma u always take her side'...then ma called me again..this time i feared a scolding...she stroked my hair and said...."beta aisa nahin karte"...
My bro just so appalled at this complete neglect of his hurt stormed out of room rambling 'hamare ghar mein toh zabardast gender discrimination hai'....and this as they say became his 'legendary' dialogue...that still lives on and that he still uses..often when situations take such a turn!

i really miss that cold coffee, that chuski wala thaeyla, that tikki waali tak tak on his tawa, that bottle full of rasna orange, that home made rooh-afzaa malai ice cream, ma's gajar halwa on sat cold night in rajai, followed by her pav bhaj on sun morning, that 2 rod heater that was my only company on the night before exam when i was chewing up my course, that blue rain coat that was my outer skin on rainy mornings when i hopped to bus stand with baba & badima.. i miss those skies and those rains too...it smelt different!