My first Victory …..and I broke my maternal grandfather’s last sign.

I was a very mischievous kid but in disguise. Everyone looked at me as a sober child, in fact, I was a chobar (naughty in Punjabi). I was in class 3^rd I guess and did my first case (guess it's my first experiment) as I used to open my maternal grandfather’s last sign he left in our house a wooden chair by tilting it upside down and used to stand up on that chair.

                 It was a chair of walnut wood (really strong) as mother used to tell me that, combined with a net of cane built to support a person’s back and his/her ass (tashreef). Overall it was a very strong chair that gave full competition to me by not breaking up but I was full of determination and gave my regular attempts devoting to break it (for unknown reasons) Even God would have used to think that WHY??? What’s the reason behind your conspiracy of breaking that innocent chair? I would first start putting it down opposite and step on its back. But believe me, guys my grandfather was a very mind-blowing carpenter it was really hard-core that fought with me till its last breath. Don’t get me wrong but I was also practising and making regular attempts to make it surrender but it didn’t. It was very difficult to defeat such a big problem (But why I was breaking it please tell me that) I would use to think about my mission during the school time thinking of new strategies of taking the shit out of it. It was a challenge to me as I would have to save myself from the eyes of my mother and brother while doing so really man, it took a lot of hard work, patience and planning to execute my sober plan. And that day came finally after regular attempts of about 1 month I was successful when a long crack was visible clearly and openly on its back with a crackle-sound.

                                               My mother was gone to the neighbours and while she came back it was dawn and she hardly noticed anything. Have I mentioned earlier that my mother was really attached to that dragon (whom she thought was a chair)? Next morning I knew that my victory would definitely cause me trouble so I left for school early that morning and thought about that victory for a full day and also wanted to save myself from the lover of that dragon (mother). As I told I was really sober (which I definitely was not) my mother would not target me for this but my big brother as he was a naughty kid not like me but he showed it openly. So you people can easily guess what I am trying to say from this statement. Yeah! You guys guessed it correctly I made my brother faulty for defeating that strong dragon. My mother asked me in a serious tone did you break it……NO…definitely not. Why would I do so? I didn’t want any beatings. Then the ultimate target of my mom without any question was my mischievous brother. I went to my room and then after some time, I realised that I was the one who set that dragon’s soul free. Then I came out of my room to confess and saw my brother getting  beaten  ……….after seeing this horrifying situation outside I quickly slipped back in my room thinking that some truths need not be said but one thing pleasured me …not my brother getting beaten but defeating my first dragon…….much more innocent dragons to defeat ahead.