Living the life called 'Kachha limbu'

Before I start to scribble on my virtual note pad I would like to wish all of you making a serious effort to read my blog a very happy new year. :)

As I begin to pen down my thoughts on to the virtual world I sure hope many of you must know what "kaccha limbu' mean,and for those of you who don't know, it's a Hindi slang used to call some one who is amateur at anything; usually used for a kid. I being the youngest born in my family am very much aware of this word. I sure do remember all those beautiful evenings in mid and late 90s when my sweet adorable(not) elder sister would take me to the play grounds with her since amma would have forced her to take me along to play on swings. Oh,she would retort for that,but after the most clichéd sentence because I said so she wouldn't dare to not take me to the near by play ground. :)
Yes,I always did a tiny yessss! aah! I'm going to play with your friends as well dance mentally. :-D

So, as I was dragged toward the nice dusty play ground I always felt what a bunch of unexciting girls to play with dolls and poorly built forts.You must have understood how much it bored me and for the same I was always unwelcome. The annoying game of Hide and Seek, where I would pray till I exhaust that I shouldn't be the one to seek, when I'd hide no one would come and seek me. The freeze tag,oh boy all those 'big grown up kids' played brutally and expected me to pace up.. Hello I'm just 5 and I have tiny legs, my sister would defend me, poor thing she would say "Arey,kaccha limbu hai yaar chodd de."
It made me feel relaxed,those bullies became less hard on me. Back then I didn't realize how much would that word leave an effect on me for the rest of my life. I frequent to mumbai where most of my family lives,so again all of us cousins would play at evening. Now I didn't understand that Shweta(the elder sister in the story) was conspiring against me,the revenge of attending all of her friend's party with me,silly detours to the playground with me and calling it a treasure hunt where the priced treasure would be her life size doll milly.(oh! I always disliked that doll.), eavesdropping to her sleepover with her friends,my trying real hard to get accepted into the amazing girls gang of shweta,priya, and deepa, asking for dhana dal from her and never taking it from the container, those nights where amma would ask her teach me social studies because obviously Shweta was know it all of the family and had to be stuck with a retard like me, most importantly being in a same girl's convent school. As years passed on, my growing up didn't make Shweta to stop calling me kaccha limbu. That did puzzle me,as I would enter into the room of the 'girls gang' one of them would scream, shhhhh!! kaccha limbu aagaya,chup chup,kaccha limbu, oh god! kaccha limbu again. I easily accepted it, not being welcomed in any irrelevant gossip of theirs. Yes, I was and am ever since then called and addressed as 'kaccha limbu'.
And my contact number is saved under the name of 'kaccha limbu pain in the neck' till date on their phones. Sigh! My version of being called 'kaccha limbu' but you'll sure find the actual story differ a bit from mine, parantu aap sirf mera story hi jaante hai,read and sympathize for me. Dedicated to all the kaccha limbu's in their family. ;)
-take care.

Iyer Sneha.