A bit of desi-pardesi touch

When you are a child, you are besotted by grown-up ambitions. You look at a bus conductor and notice that tickety-tick ticker in his hand and you want to be a bus conductor simply because you love that sound. You notice the careless abandon of a sugarcane juice guy and you want to set up your own shop someday. You observe how Sachin lifts his MRF bat in front of the camera and you want to be him. You are sometimes intrigued by the people in your family and want to emulate them as soon as you grow up. Very rarely we see a child blossom into an adult carrying the same magnetic attitude towards life they once held when they were tinier and more vulnerable. Teenage is meant to deliver us towards a more practical self.

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