February 11, 2006

Hiding it from mommy!!

Filed under: Just For Laughs,Life as I know it — Celia Rexselin @ 5:03 pm

Ever since my childhood I had tried to hide a lotta things from my parents.. and all my attempts were futile.. But this time, I somehow managed to succeed.. Yeah, when am saying this, one group attempt of all the 3 siblings comes to my mind. Thought I’ll blog about it.
So now, relax, rewind yourselves to the last decade.

It was a period when my brother (older and we call him Judy) thought that “girls” shouldn’t be part of the gang. And anything, remotely considered a girl would be cast away as evil :(. Younger brother (eddy) was too young to think so many things about girls so I managed to get along with him.

Most of the times, Judy would be playing cricket along with his gang of motta pasanga. They had a nick name for each one of them too. Judy was in the Pakistan Team and was known as Imraan Khan ( I pity you, Khan). And while he was away, fighting for the country, eddy and myself gave ourselves for government service.

Yes, we chose a most popular service in that.. Its called the Pallavan Transport. Eddy was the driver and I was the conductor. Before, you start wondering where in the world we had a bus, I myself will unfold it. The road was none other than our bedroom and the bus was our master bed. We had a steel cot and hence it was easier to imagine stuff. We invited all other fellow friends to join us in the game and to get in our bus. At any point of time, the bus (bed) will carry between 5 to 10 people. Not to mention, that I’ll give them tickets (used tickets that I would save) and they should give us money. It can be anything from big-fun stickers, colored pebbles, fish to put in our fish tank, stamps or remains of sharpened pencil wood. There was a popular belief that marinating pencil wood in water over a period of months would make it the big white eraser that we loved.

Mother would give us weird looks though in the evenings and would question us as to how we could make the bed THAT DIRTY.. that it would take the whole of SURF COMPANY TEAM to clean it. And one fine day, she thought enough was enough and made Judy to spy on us. That day, he shouldn’t go out at all and should take care of the younger ones. He obliged reluctantly and asked her to buy something from Mc Rennet bakery and come. Mother also said yes. Dad never took part in all these conversations as he used to work overtime almost all the time.

And so that day, after papa and mom left for work and since it was christmas holidays for us, we had almost no work to do. Eddy was bored after sometime as there was nothing useful in DD1 too. (Those days tv and DD1 were synonyms for us). And then Judy decided that we’ll play cricket inside our house itself. The hall was very small, more like a pathway and only our bedroom suited the area for the pitch. We two quickly said yes. So we all came to gether for a common cause. As in, a friendly match between the Indian and Pakistan Cricket team. I was made to play the keeper for both the teams (Boy!! No wonder why I HATE cricket now). Eddy was the Indian Team (he was a sachin and sachin only fan then). And Judy was the Pakistan Team.

It was limited overs cricket and we played only for two hours. Towards the end of the play, Judy hit a six. It came so fast and I was too short like Parthiv that I missed it.. And right it went up and hit the clock that was hung on the wall. The glass broke into pieces and fell all over. For once, we were shocked.. Not because it broke, but because we had to answer mother. Quickly we made out a disaster recovery plan and executed it.

All went well and the clock struck 6:30. Mother returned and we were all sitting quietly and writing our holiday homework. The house sparkled clean and we had made coffee for mother too. She was awestruck and started gently probing us onto the sudden bodhi tree effect. I didn’t budge and neither did Judy. Stupid eddy gave in saying that we played cricket.

Well, what has your homework got to do with Cricket? asked mother.

At that time, she remembered a serial and quickly looked up to see the time. Alas, the clock was not there.. Puzzled, she again asked us. Meekly we pointed to under our bed. And there it was lying.. with all the glass pieces safetly picked and put in it. And then, we got a nice kuttu on our heads and Judy’s cricket playing permissions got revoked..

And so it was.. after that, we could never hide anything from her. She seemed a know-it-all with eyes all over her head and a sense of smell that could smell anything from jam bottle under bed -to- plastic -to- paper.

Ok, lets come to the end. This time I had lost my ATM card and I successfully managed to block, apply for new, and even get it addressed to my home without raising even a pinch of my mom’s suspicion πŸ˜‰ . Hope she never gets to read my blogs anyday!! πŸ™‚



  1. Ha.. you seem to had have a lot of fun.. Yeah, hiding things from mom espicially at home after breaking things is really tuff.. and most of the times almost impossible. You still remember most of the stuf.. hmm.. thats nice..!! wonderfull never forgettable..

    Comment by Sujit — February 12, 2006 @ 5:09 pm | Reply

  2. thanks for all those bus-driver memories! took me back to those days where I and my friends would invert the woven chair in my house such that it had a perch in front for the ‘driver’ and the rest of the passengers would clamber behind. It so happened one night that a bus rammed into a tree not far from my house and the driver fell to his doom into the well nearby. A legend promptly sprang up that the ill-fated driver now roams around our colony at nights in the form of a ghost called ‘Kaima’. Our fascinations for ‘driving buses’ was effectively killed for good!
    BTW, I dont understand why your mum should scold you for losing an ATM card.

    Comment by thetalkativeman — February 12, 2006 @ 5:16 pm | Reply

  3. Sweet memorries.. Had a hell lot of them.. We were three.. Nothing go out from us to Mom and Dad until we had a fight btw us. Once our unity is spoiled then three of us will come with a list and all of us were punished.

    While writing this comment some of childhood incidents were rolling around my mind..

    Thanks for rewinding my mind for few minutes..

    Comment by Babu — February 12, 2006 @ 6:11 pm | Reply

  4. @Sujit- Its hard to forget quite a few incidents.. Incidents that I still cherish that I hold it on close to my heart.. Or incidents that make me remind myself as to how vulnerable I am.. πŸ™‚ How about you?

    @thetalkativeman-Β  Well, its hard to understand only.. but to have a daughter who is capable of losing a card more than 3 times within a span of a year.. is quite a task πŸ˜‰ I just wanted to spare them from their worry..

    @Babu: Yeah. We too. But fight was inevitable.. And most of the times it would be a hard physical fight.. that my parents had to come between us as peace ambassadors to get us down to earth πŸ˜‰ Wonder, how we turned into friends once we entered adulthood..

    Comment by Bindu — February 13, 2006 @ 3:30 pm | Reply

  5. I too have pretty good number of incidents that I have passed through which cherish as me, as I think about them.

    Comment by Sujit — February 13, 2006 @ 6:50 pm | Reply

  6. Hey Bindhu,
    Thanks for the welcome to Blogger. Kids do have the best imagination! Somehow, I think we lose some of it as we become older and supposedly more “realistic” (whatever that means). . . .apparently, you still seem to have that wonderful imagination. Awesome blog!

    And yeah. . .Avial sounds like the stuff our mothers make (although I do like it better when my Grandma makes it – don’t tell my mom I said that. ha ha). People do have some weird Band names these day. Well, actually, I think weirdness has been around for a while. Who names bands “Beatles” (the bug) and “Crickets” (another insect, but also a sport)?! Yet, the Beatles have gone on to be the greatest trend-setters in the world of music. I suppose there are no limits to creativity.

    Have an awesome day!

    Comment by The Unknown One — February 14, 2006 @ 12:35 am | Reply

  7. Hi…I’m Roy, just start the journey in the blog-world. New….. so learning the tricks by peeping in others blog without any prior permission (sorry for that!!). Heii, why not take a look to my blog: ( & tell me where I need to improve. Most important, maybe you can also get something new & interesting stuff…..maybe!!
    Hoping to hear you..

    Comment by Roy — February 14, 2006 @ 5:12 am | Reply

  8. Hi…

    Nice to hear from you & getiing ur compliments..
    Hope to hear & get from u more..
    welcome again..

    Comment by Roy — February 15, 2006 @ 6:22 am | Reply

  9. i dont kno y ..but hiding things from parents is one of the hardest things …and they seem to find it out everytime ..che .

    Comment by jaganpathra — February 15, 2006 @ 11:25 am | Reply

  10. @Sujit- hope to hear some stories from your side πŸ˜‰

    @Susan- Yeah. Having brand names like this gives it a more colloquial look. And aunty!! where are you? did you hear what your daughter said about your cooking!!! ?

    @Roy: thanks πŸ™‚

    @Jagan- Yeah!! I know 😦

    Comment by Bindu — February 15, 2006 @ 3:54 pm | Reply

  11. okey one story: when we were in orissa and I was in 2nd std. All parents of the entire quarters had been out. So, we kids were playing cricket and one fellow hit neighbours blub and the blub brust into pieces. Everyone one scared.. but we continued to play.. and then one fellow hit a six and it fell on our house balcony. I did not have key.. so I climbed the pipes and jumped into balcony and got the ball. Later in the evening dad came home and he told foot ball is going on .. we will go.. So.. happily I went out.. after the match when I came home.. mom was blasting out.. and then suddenly screams at me.. I told the truth what had happened. And he said get out of house :).. I went out in a cool mood and was sitting outside.. from evening till late in the night!!.. Then dad called me back inside..! πŸ˜€

    Comment by Sujit — February 15, 2006 @ 4:53 pm | Reply

  12. Coool!!! we have broken a lot of such stuff… but somehow, I won’t get blasted that much.. was very timid during my early years and would supposedly cry for anything.. So managed to get away with all my mischief πŸ˜‰

    You being cool and sitting outside !! πŸ˜€ reminds me of my brother.. Once he went to beach without my parents knowing it (when he was in UKG or something) and then got blasted like anything.. He maintained the cool as if nothing had happened πŸ˜€

    Comment by Bindu — February 15, 2006 @ 5:05 pm | Reply

  13. I just luved reading ur blogpost … keep up the honest work

    Comment by Ankur Gupta — February 16, 2006 @ 9:15 am | Reply

  14. So, you used tears as armour to safegaurd yourself..!!… But your brother must be daring to go to beach… as the possiblity of get lost are high!!.. but at that age.. exploration is the talk rather than resposibility or scare for anything…!!

    Comment by Sujit — February 16, 2006 @ 11:51 am | Reply

  15. Brings back my own nostalgic memories of childhood.

    Comment by Hiren Shah — February 17, 2006 @ 3:38 pm | Reply

  16. @Ankur: Thanks!! Keep reading πŸ™‚

    @Sujit: Hmmmmm… I don’t know.. but I think that its more an involuntary action.. or rather.. I was very sensitive.

    @Hiren: Cool.. n thanks πŸ™‚

    Comment by Bindu — February 17, 2006 @ 4:34 pm | Reply

  17. Yeah sometimes reflexes takes over. And hope that you are not any more sensitive!!.. how is your work going on?

    Comment by Sujit — February 17, 2006 @ 5:30 pm | Reply

  18. Yeah! I hope so!!! and work is interesting.. going on fine..

    Comment by Bindu — February 18, 2006 @ 3:55 pm | Reply

  19. hehhehe:P


    Comment by ramsdom — February 19, 2006 @ 2:49 am | Reply

  20. he he he…remembering my childhood days:-)

    Comment by ammu — February 22, 2006 @ 11:50 am | Reply

  21. first time here

    Comment by ammu — February 22, 2006 @ 11:51 am | Reply

  22. @ramsdom, @ammu- Thanks πŸ™‚

    Comment by Bindu — February 26, 2006 @ 11:16 am | Reply

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