gibberish

I got up from sleep.... suddenly... the dark room did it's job of scaring me to wit's end. The door of the room was closed..... and i screamed. Mother came and picked me up.... and held me close to her. On reaching the living room.... i saw many people.... they were all laughing. It was six o' clock in the evening.... Mother made me drink a whole glass of milk. God.... why does she make me consume milk.... i can do without it, really.

Trying to escape... after drinking milk.... i ran to the other house. Grandpa and Grandma was there...... and when i walked in..... i was hugged by a lady. Struggling from her grip...i scrambled down. The first thing that caught my eyes was the telephone. Isn't it the greatest creation.... that man could make. Hearing the dial-tone..... i started blabbering into the mouth-piece. Grandpa....was also speaking to me.... though i think.... he could not comprehend my speech. Anyways.... a pen and a scrap of paper was lying beside the instrument.... father does the same thing..... it felt good to imitate him..... sounding like a grown-up.

Grandma went to the kitchen .... with me following her.... i went to the place where cashewnuts.... were kept.... demanding that i wanted them. Wait.... something else seems interesting.... the basket containing green chillies.... i think i've never seem them.... probably yes.... but could not remember having noticed them before. Grandma.... saw that..... told me to give it back to her... in a nice way. She was speaking to the lady..... about the burning sensation that those chillies would cause. Realising that.... they'd take it away from me.... i ran into the lady's room. I came back into the living room.... as the other room... was dark. Grandpa was watching the television...... with the remote control on the teapoy. Wishing to have the gadget... in my hand....i dropped the basket.... of chillies. Chillies had fallen everywhere....

The lady went to her room. Switching on the computer..... she sat in front of it. Trailing behind her..... i too went near the computer... started pressing the keys at random. Having liked the sound that each click made..... i continued with the new-found past-time. The lady came and switched the computer off..... with the moniter going blank. I saw the iron-box..... went to get it. Lifting the iron-box... i gave it to her..... she kept it on the bed.... away from my reach. I did not want to give it to her..... but i had no choice. The other day.... the iron-box..... went banging.... to the floor. Everybody scolded me.

Actually... Grandpa is the only one... who lets me have things my way...... be it.... the telephone.... the iron-box...... Grandma's reading glasses..... the cassettes..... One may notice.... i do have a fancy for electronic gadgets..... i don't know why? All of them seem to have push-buttons.... but nowadays.... they try to hide things away from me. I've learnt to be a good kid too..... even if i pick the basket containing chillies... i immediately give it to Grandma.

The lady.... too is not bad..... at all..... she makes me smile. She is the only one whom i can recognize.... with her face.... apart from Mother. I believe that she has sung me many songs.... right from... when i was a few days-old. Heard that... i used to fuss.... when i was told to sleep. Lulling me to sleep... was her job...... with gentle rocking..... accompanying a soothing lullaby. Lullaby.... actually is a misnomer... she used to sing..... devaranamas....other quiet old film songs. The practise continues even now.... but the variety is different. The most favourite of them all... is this song from.... 'The Sound Of Music'. The words... come along with actions performed by the lady. By way of mimicking ..... i tell her that i want the track to be sung again. It always ends..... in me being chased by her....... and a lot of laughter.

Wandering around as....is my way.... i came across... a particular cord of wire. Tugging at it for sometime.... i didn't feel the tension...... the wire had come loose with the plug hanging in mid-air!!! Basking in the light.... of having carried out something new...... i looked up........ to see an angry look on the lady's face. She was very angry this time..... i could make that out.... she was yelling at Grandpa. The wire.... was that of the telephone.....and it was required to be fixed..... again. Staying there.... i tried to make her laugh. Taking notice of the nasty look on her face i kept quiet. Various instrument were brought to the spot...... which included... a pair of scissors..... a paper-cutter.... some gum-tape. I tried to take them.... in vain. She did something with the wire..... fixing the plug back into it's socket. Noticing that she was successful..... i did something.... which made her laugh. She did laugh...... with me joining her......

Another incident..... where i chattered a lot was this: i was feeling bored at my house. Mother... was watching the television..... and i was roaming the living room. Somebody knocked on the door.....i was almost expecting it. Was wondering why... the lady hadn't come to take me to her house..... it was time..... about 11 in the night. Promptly..... going upto the door..... Mother.... opened it..... and the lady was there.... i lifted my arms... indicating that i wished to be carried. I went to Grandpa... and Grandma's room.... and there was this strange kind of cloth hanging around the bed. The lady lifted one end of it.... and put me inside it...... she also followed me inside. Was i excited??? The cloth was porous...... and in the bargain... i spoke.... without stopping for a minute. The lady tried to tell me something.... but Grandma told her to be quiet.... allowing me to continue my excited gibberish. Later, Grandma told me that the thing surrounding me was a mosquito-net.

I hope to come to Grandma's place again. My own house is plain... with no kids around..... not that Grandma' place has any... it's just that.... i'm made to feel nice...... with quite a number of people..... helping me to feel so.

Oh! I forgot this.... i'm a year and 5 months old. Can something be done.... by the virtue of which... i'd feel happy? I'd simply love it..... and the infectious enthusiasm.....the happiness... the thought of well-being that i spread.... is simply wonderful. I heard it correctly.....didn't I?