章節 9: Date: March 1, 1982
Dear Diary,
Date: March 1, 1982
Phew, readers, there you go—a whole two years of time skip!
For those of you weirdos eagerly waiting to read the diary of a 2-year-old, you can send all your love letters (read: hate mail) to these five individuals: Pankaj_Sharma_1099, PRADYUT_PAL, Samkelo_Jwara_9606, Hymaster986, and ChaosCarnate.
Yup, blame them for robbing you of your precious chance to peek into a 2-year baby.
Fear not, though, my devoted pedo-readers. Because I, your humble and generous narrator, will bestow upon you a brief history of these two lost years. If—and only if—you beg me, kneel down, and smash your own hand in front of this young master. I'm nothing if not benevolent, right?
So, I suppose you're already crawling on the ground, writhing in pain because of your broken hand? Good. As I said, I'm way too generous to leave you hanging—so here I am, keeping my word.
What happened in these two years?
Well, lots of things. I started doing new stuff and made some interesting discoveries, though nothing groundbreaking. Mostly, I just observed my family—what my dad does, what Grandpa's up to, and, of course, what Mama and Grandma spend their days doing.
First, my dad. As I mentioned earlier, he's in electronics manufacturing. And yes, I still stand by that. I finally learned the name of his company—Noor Electronics. It's not the most original name, but hey, we roll with it. (Or better yet, readers, if you've got a catchier name, drop it in the comments—I'll edit it later.)
So, what does Noor Electronics do? Mainly home appliances like bulbs, fans, and coolers. They also make smaller stuff—switches, wires, and the like. Yeah, we're the folks keeping your houses powered and cool.
Grandpa, on the other hand, isn't just a zamindar—I seriously underestimated him. Turns out, the old man also owns a small mining company that deals in ores, mostly copper. "Small" in his terms, of course, means something most of you peasants could only dream about.
Secondly, I discovered my family is a huge fan of cricket. I mean, they're obsessed—like the same level of craziness as Taylor Swift fans during a concert! But let me clarify: they're fans of cricket, not just the cricket team.
Now, the team support in our household is a wild ride. My grandpa? He supports Pakistan. Why? Because he grew up in that area during his childhood, and half of his family is still based in Pakistan. But then there's Grandma and my dad, who despise the Pakistan team. Seriously, they insult them like it's degrading their image if they don't verbally spit on them every over!
And then we have my mother, who's truly one of a kind. She doesn't support any team, really, but she's a crazy fan of Imran Khan. No one dares to insult him in front of her—not even my dad! I saw it once when my dad joked about him, and let me tell you, my mother transformed into a real-life version of an angry Kushina Uzumaki! I mean, her eyes practically turned into kurama mode, and I half expected her to start "Ice Pop Inspired Nimbus Jiraiya Twin Whorl Sphere"!
You might be wondering who I support in all this cricket madness. Well, let me tell you, I'm just as complicated as my mother! I do support India, no doubt about that. But I'm also a hardcore fan of Richard Hadlee. So sometimes, I might subconsciously find myself cheering for him, even if the batter facing him is Indian.
Seriously, I've got a soft spot for bowlers! I mean, watching a good bowling performance is like watching an artist paint a masterpiece—so much finesse and strategy involved.
But here's the twist: when it comes to playing myself, I'm all about batting. There's something thrilling about stepping up to the crease, bat in hand, ready to take on the world. Give me a bowler any day, and I'll be glued to the screen, heart racing with every delivery. But when it's my turn, I'm ready to smash that ball out of the park!
Moving on from cricket, my grandpa has taken to playing chess with me in his free time. (Seriously, the man has too much free time!) He's already handed over the reins of managing the company to my father, so now he spends afternoons with me, honing my chess skills.
Maybe it's because I've been reborn with some extra brainpower, or perhaps it's just the mental exercises I've done since childhood, but I've become quite the chess prodigy. I mean, when I say I'm good, I'm really good. My grandfather has started to pass me off as a natural, and it's something coming from him as he regularly plays with those old-timers at the chess club.
I've even joined him at the club a few times. Most of the folks there are retired men, leisurely spending their golden years. But in the past year, I haven't lost a single match to those old masters. It's a bit surreal, being just a kid and yet outmanoeuvring these seasoned players.
I'm even planning to become a professional chess player. Who knows? Maybe India will see its youngest World Chess Champion yet! Imagine me, a kid, bringing back the title from where the game originated. It's an exciting thought—being part of something so prestigious and historic.
For now, I'll keep practising with my grandpa and those old-timers, soaking in every lesson and strategy they have to offer. The dream is alive, and I'm ready to chase it!
When I was two years old, my parents decided it was time to kick off my education. Nothing too major—just the basics, like numbers and reading the alphabet. They planned to admit me to La Martiniere College, which is a pretty big deal around here.
But once they started teaching me, they were absolutely flabbergasted by how quickly I picked things up. Of course, they didn't realize that I already knew all this stuff! To them, I was just a child with a "genius" label, but little do they know that I've got the wisdom of a lifetime packed into this tiny body.
As the year went on, they gradually increased the difficulty of what they were teaching, trying to push my limits. However, they still treat me like a little kid. Even when they venture into advanced topics, they barely scratch the surface of what a first-grader would normally learn.
In terms of language, I'm pretty well-rounded. I speak Hindi and English fluently, and my grandma has been teaching me Arabic and Urdu. She's a small-time writer of Urdu poetry, and I love listening to her recite her verses.
Nothing else major happened in my life, particularly. Just the usual family stuff, playtime, and soaking up all the knowledge that's coming my way. Life is pretty simple and enjoyable right now, filled with little discoveries and the warmth of family.
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