Okie Dokie, yay! It was summer vacation where school had closed. Time for the nostalgic thing about summer vacations- a visit to India to meet Atta ji and Dada ji and well my best brother and okay sisters. Well, I imagine myself to be a scholar and well you know how they are- picky and innovative. Innovative means something invention unique. And I would say going retro is innovative (literally not figuratively). Retro means classic (Again literally), My grandma is kind of cool (exaggerating). Literally Atta ji goes up thinking she is Jack or Jill and up the slopes, why? I had the same doubt too. She wanted to apparently get *fresh* milk, that means straight from the cow. Not only that, she wants to get water from a larger well. Really, she is exaggerating, we have a well at home! Again, she then goes up to walk so she won’t be fat, that I get it. Ooh, and also, she goes to the groceries every day to buy curd. Guess what she does with that? Eat? You’re wrong! She makes homemade cheese with then churning. See- innovation am I right! When now I sit and remember the old years with two more days to go to India, I remember living with Atta ji. She made me rich. I got 1 penny everyday for doing chores, now I am a pennillionare! And I would walk every day with her to the Indian industries, see exactly what NCERT teaches me. If you don’t know NCERT, check the textbook. Its innovative!
So you see, the objectives of going to India is for studying and proving NCERT. Ya Still don’t get it? Last year, with hard work and dedication for my summer holiday work, I took a ship and went to Andaman and Nicobar Islands to research. Yeah, I am kind of weird. But this is what makes India so different. When I can think of India, I remember to that when I sit at home and help Atta ji cook, torture Atta ji, eat Atta ji’s chocolates and play board games with Atta ji. But me as a scholar I imagine, I look to sit in solitude in my metaphorical cave in India which is up the attic. Up the attic, when I sit all alone it is what I can call mere joy! In fact, a lot of my accomplishments came from sitting up the attic like publishing my books and able to call my exams ‘sarcastic’!
Oh yes, what disturbed my metaphorical man cave you ask? My lovely brother and okay sisters, I guess. I am fine with being an only child, when always I came to India there was no other kid than me. But last year, things changed. My aunty decided to finally visit India every year. And two days from now, I am going to hear the nuisance and craziness. As I was saying, in my man cave. There came and interrupted. I must say I felt like someone when they both wanted me to play with them. Have I forgot to mention this? My sister and brother are like volcanoes, one moment they get along and play. But, when I came they both wanted to play with me and then you know what happens. It turned into the Ancient Greece Arena of gladiators v..s beasts. Oh well, time to find another man cave.
Back then, I had quite an imagination. In India, I would hypnotize my Atta ji to buy ice cream, build secret rooms, read books, make rainbow portion with mixing turmeric and water. But now, with two days to go. I seemed to forget my old memories and imagination of India. I guess I am old now as I now turned eleven. I was not the same imaginative kid I was before, now I am logical. I don’t know whether to embrace it or long the past. But now, I don’t know what to think of India, I forgot half of it. I guess I will have to wait two more days. So, goodbye Bahrain for now! See you after two months in September.
Goodbye Dear Diary
