Published Jun 14, 2021
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My Story Of Being A Curious Kid

Published Jun 14, 2021
5 mins read
939 words

Hello readers!!!

Today, I am again going to share a personal story from my childhood days. This one is funny though , one from my childhood Karnamas ( Lol!)

Enjoy and describe what you thought after reading it in comment section .

The Story :

I was around 4-5 years old playing in my room, enjoying my freedom of being a small kid, peacefully.

But, on that day my father was suffering from stomach ache , not  so serious though, normal one.

Mumma was in little tension for him. Then, she asked him to take a medicine named Pudeen Hara.

May be , you all have heard about it. It's good to take when your stomach is little bit disturbed.

So, my father , my Pitashri  concluded to take it. Then , he took a tablet and put the packet on the bed.

Now, from here, my karamaat started. You know what, I am a very curious type person and as I was a child so I was feeling more curious, excited to know what that medicine was for . I was looking at it, analysing it's spherical shape, that green-green colour (my favourite though) and the jelly- like substance inside. I was so interested in tasting it . 

But….

My father had warned me ; not to touch or use it. But I was thinking if he could take it then why couldn't I?

I also wanted to taste it , the jelly or whatever I was thinking it was (Lmao!). 

Then , I took one of the tablet out from the packet.

If , you , all were there, could have seen the spark , the curiosity in my eyes which I was having that time, my feelings after looking and touching that medicine.

It was so smooth and little bit warm in touch. I took it in my palm and rubbed it , wow… that feeling was really nice, I can still feel it . I rubbed it between my palms, then over my face,  ohh… I  became mad, doing totally insane things , and the reason was a medicine  ( it wasn't high, thought to confirm it) (Lol!).

 Then, the time came to end all my curiosity related to it's taste.

As I was a small kid, didn't know the process of taking a tablet , a capsule , so, I just put that one in my mouth and…. and …and….

then I did the most weird thing that one should not do while having any capsule and more precisely Pudeen Hara; the thing which ruined my happy day, totally.

I cut that medicine with my teeth right in my mouth, ohh…..ohh…ohhh…

Now one could imagine what was my condition after it ( whosoever had taken it ).

That capsule burst in my mouth, that thing which I thought was a jelly , spread all over my tongue, it's taste sucks . That was so weird. The taste was neither sweet nor bitter , it was something else.

Something that became my horrible dream then, means for few days my bad dreams were of a taste, lmao!!

I was in a terrible condition .

Didn't know what to do.

I couldn't tell it to anyone; not to Mumma , and definitely not to Pitashri. Oh God!!! 

Here , I could say :

“My time has came”. (Lol!)

I needed water no no not water , something sweet, sugar!!!

Just to remove that taste from my tongue .

I started weeping, the taste was that much bad. Mumma saw me ,and then Papa, both came to me and asked what happened. I could not say anything. What should I suppose to say? That , even after your warning, I took a tablet and crushed it in my mouth. No, never, I wasn't that much insane.

Actually, I was more than that.

I told them everything, whatever I did in a sobbing voice (as I wanted them to show sympathy not their anger).

But , they ,showed neither sympathy nor anger, even, they started laughing at me. Why? What was funny in that? I wanted to know. There, I was in such a situation but my parents were busy in laughing and calling others to tell what I did. Seriously? Wow!! Bravo Chhotu, you did a new scandal. Now , be ready for listening their comments and taunts. The news spread like fire. Ammaji, Nitya di, Chachaji, Babaji, even the maid , everyone was now aware of my Karamaat, breaking news in Mishra Khandaan.  Damned.

Your happy and peaceful day have been totally ruined , just because for your own curiosity and insane thoughts, Chhotu beta(:

Now, please don't ask about their comments , I don't want to remember them.

Whenever I remember my this incident, I always laugh and think what kind of kid I was.

Let me tell you one thing clearly,  I still do such weird things, even more childish than this one.

I truly love being curious and excited , it helped me in knowing many things ( good and bad both), mostly in my school days.

I never follow anyone's example about anything, any situation, I experience it by my own , this is a part of my life. It's very satisfying also.

For grabbing true knowledge, one need to be curious. As, one will never know what sugar actually taste like just by asking anyone and following their opinion.

I wanted to know why my parents were stoping me from eating that.

What was the fear? Now I know. They wanted me to be safe and healthy.

They didn't want to see their child in trouble(Parents' wish) .

I hope , you all enjoyed it.

Keep reading my blogs.

Don't forget to comment.

~Newly Risen Sun

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girl_with_dreams 6/15/21, 4:33 AM
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Curiosity level high sir!!!
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sumitsing 6/15/21, 9:21 AM
Very nice blog 👏well written 👏👏 I Am A " LEVEL 1, SEEKER" with huge audience believe in collaborative work.
writer_writing 6/16/21, 10:02 AM
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4-5 saal k bacche to itna yaad h.. Well!! High level brain..👻And yss..laugh was the best expression after the incidence😂😂u curiosity had given your parents a memorable day though.. 💚and a well finished 🏁 story by u 💛💛
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