“Being responsible…”. “because you are a kid. Which class you…
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“why you treat me as a small kid?”- asking my mom who held my hand on the way to market.

“because you are a kid. Which class you are studying baby?”- my mom hand moved to my ear.

I am not sure if I am matured enough or these people had stopped maturing further. I was ready to take up any responsibility at this old age of 6.

“what’s the cost of tomatoes?”- mom picking up few from vegetable seller.

“madam, 40 per kg”- he was helping mom picking the right one.

“that guy over there was selling for 30. Why are you selling for so much?”- pointing to the other seller mom asked.

“mom! His tomatoes are green. We need red one”- here I am to bargain.

“you keep quite you don’t know”- mom asked me to shut my mouth.

I was still wondering how mom can compare green and red tomatoes! Need to take mom with me to school.

“mom, I need chocolate ice-cream”- pointing to the menu board at ice-cream bar.

“No! your teeth have decayed already, and you want ice-cream!” — I was expecting this with mom.

“mom!! Our toothpaste is at home to fight inside my mouth, why you worry get me one ice-cream”- remembering a tv add I objected.

Mom tried answering something before she begins, I said — “ice-cream!”- and I got one.

“these idiots don’t even know that they should not smoke in public places”- mom blabbered closing her nose with her scarf.

Mom went in a shop to check some dress; I kept on licking and watching the guy who smoked the cigarette.

“uncle, is the smoke coming from your mouth or that stick? — I was just being curious.

He was laughing at me and asked me to eat my ice-cream.

I was bit more curious now and even angry.

“I think your stomach is burning and producing smoke have some cold ice-cream”- handing over my ice-cream cone towards him.

He continued laughing and said “kid, this is for elders you don’t understand, you go”

“try me!”- I was confident.

“well, this is cigarette it produces smoke”- explaining me as if I do not know what cigarette is.

“bro, I know what cigarette is, I am asking about smoke”- there come the cool champ with the bro code which we use in our school.

Uncle was shocked hearing ‘bro’ — “do I look like your bro?”

“Oh ho! Tell me about smoke” — I was not in a situation to explain him the bro code.

“if you light up the cigarette and smoke it will produce smoke, now please go”- pointing me towards the road uncle coughed.

“oh! you are Mukesh uncle?”- I was connecting a scene.

“which Mukesh uncle? I am Suresh, not Mukesh!”- he was angry now.

“you acted in movie, sleeping on bed, smoking cigarette and they took black chocolate from your sponge, I saw it”- I was not planning to be a savage.

Before he said something, my mom came from shop and took me with her.

I look behind licking my ice-cream giving him weird smile. Not sure what was running in his mind he threw his cigarette and went on his way. I even had in my mind that the matured responsible guys will smoke.

I was trying to light incense sticks from our god room.

“why are you lighting those now? We do prayer in evening”- mom went inside kitchen saying that.

I used almost a box of matchstick to light a stick and at last I succeeded.

I tried imitation game now. This stick was bigger than the cigarette, but still want to act like Mukesh uncle.

“Hi granz! What are you doing?”- holding lit stick between 2 fingers standing in between granny and tv with style.

“what are you doing with the incense sticks? Get off the tv view”- granny peeping tv between my hand.

“bro, you are not matured to understand what’s this”- letting the imaginary smoke to come out of my lips.

“I think your back is itchy”- granny started calling my mom.

“hi momz! Done with your cooking?”- mom started watching my act with serving spoon in hand.

“oh! Therefore, you were lighting that stick to become a smoker?”- mom eyes have become red and I should have understood the signal.

“I am a good smoker, see this how nice it is, wear your scarf it’s not good for your health”- pointing to smoke line I imitated coughing.

“you are not even the size of cigarette and this acting”- I was not expecting a sudden action on my back.

This time it was twice and painful. As usual my eyes were wet, and mouth was shut. I consoled myself these are not matured to understand all this.

“hope you don’t say it to dad, what had happened” — rubbing my eyes with my hands asked mom.

“I think, I will a good smoker should be appreciated”- mom started wiping kitchen slab.

“No mom! Dad will remove chocolate from my sponge it is not good” — recalling the scene.

“will you try smoking again?”- mom was expecting an answer.

“of course not! Why should I smoke that incense sticks? Its quite thin to fit between my fingers”-did not matched with mom’s expectation.

“what do you mean?”- mom was curious now.

“I mean I am responsible will never smoke that incense sticks”- I answered a matured way.

Mom was still in little dilemma and I was hoping mom will not say a word with dad.

My evening was tough with lots of pain once dad came from work. People hate when you act responsibly. Enjoy being dumb, responsibly 😉