Growing up in a land blessed with nature’s bounty is something very few people are privileged 
with these days. Staring at the concrete jungle that my daughter lives in makes me miss the lush green fields of my birth place Lakhimpur. Well, from an investor’s point of view, the place hasn’t much to offer except for a business route that connects Arunachal Pradesh to Assam. But, for a man who has seen the place from his infancy Lakhimpur is a haven of love, familiarity, miles and miles of scenic greenery with the cuckoo singing in glory and most importantly a legion of cheerful memories.
Life wasn’t as it is today for kids back then. We didn’t have I phones, MP3 players or play stations back then. Not that I am complaining, our games and pranks were quite COOL too, although it would be tough for kids cannot relate to them today.
I clearly remember we used to have bamboo trees in our backyard and some prankster, someone just like me was upto some notoriety. It is embarrassing to mention his act, but if I don’t it will drain the fun out of my story. There were these bunch of kids actually who would come to chop down our bamboos, worse they would pee on them
(kind of a gang war thing actually).
“This calls for some serious measures”, I told myself.
So one fine day, I hid behind the bamboo bushes and waited for the strikers to hit. The kids gathered at our bamboo bushes for their ritual mischief. They saw one bamboo of the branches lying flat on the ground and perhaps decided to urinate on it before chopping it off, and so they did… pee on it.
The moment their nitrogenous discharge fell on the branch, Whooosh, the bamboo branch suddenly rose up to the sky, all on its own, as if it was offended by the kids. It barely missed hitting the kids on their heads. The rising bamboo created quite a havoc as no one in our village had even seen anything like that before. The phenomenon that the kids witnessed seemed supernatural to their rustic knowledge. I sat there watching and much to my delight and the kid’s disgust, the mysterious bamboo branch actually spilled drops of their own urine on their faces as it rose. The kids, mortified, dispersed like startled ants and vanished out of my sight within minutes.
Word soon spread that the bamboo trees in our backyard are haunted by evil spirits. People started staying away from them, while the old and the wise suggested that we perform puja for it. With lesser human proximity the bamboo bush ended up being an abode for monkeys which continues to be so even today (as if we didn’t have enough trouble already). The little bastards however stopped chopping our and molesting our trees and dared not to cross even a miles distance from the trees.
Meanwhile I forgot to mention that while I was hiding behind the bushes, I had actually pulled the Bamboo branch and held it down while waiting for the boys. The moment they pissed on the branched, I let of the branch scaring the crap or in this case piss out of them.
I know it’s not a great story, just a personal feat, a treasured memory that cheers me up amidst my daily dose of bland food and nauseating medicines.
with these days. Staring at the concrete jungle that my daughter lives in makes me miss the lush green fields of my birth place Lakhimpur. Well, from an investor’s point of view, the place hasn’t much to offer except for a business route that connects Arunachal Pradesh to Assam. But, for a man who has seen the place from his infancy Lakhimpur is a haven of love, familiarity, miles and miles of scenic greenery with the cuckoo singing in glory and most importantly a legion of cheerful memories.Life wasn’t as it is today for kids back then. We didn’t have I phones, MP3 players or play stations back then. Not that I am complaining, our games and pranks were quite COOL too, although it would be tough for kids cannot relate to them today.
I clearly remember we used to have bamboo trees in our backyard and some prankster, someone just like me was upto some notoriety. It is embarrassing to mention his act, but if I don’t it will drain the fun out of my story. There were these bunch of kids actually who would come to chop down our bamboos, worse they would pee on them
(kind of a gang war thing actually).“This calls for some serious measures”, I told myself.
So one fine day, I hid behind the bamboo bushes and waited for the strikers to hit. The kids gathered at our bamboo bushes for their ritual mischief. They saw one bamboo of the branches lying flat on the ground and perhaps decided to urinate on it before chopping it off, and so they did… pee on it.
The moment their nitrogenous discharge fell on the branch, Whooosh, the bamboo branch suddenly rose up to the sky, all on its own, as if it was offended by the kids. It barely missed hitting the kids on their heads. The rising bamboo created quite a havoc as no one in our village had even seen anything like that before. The phenomenon that the kids witnessed seemed supernatural to their rustic knowledge. I sat there watching and much to my delight and the kid’s disgust, the mysterious bamboo branch actually spilled drops of their own urine on their faces as it rose. The kids, mortified, dispersed like startled ants and vanished out of my sight within minutes.
Word soon spread that the bamboo trees in our backyard are haunted by evil spirits. People started staying away from them, while the old and the wise suggested that we perform puja for it. With lesser human proximity the bamboo bush ended up being an abode for monkeys which continues to be so even today (as if we didn’t have enough trouble already). The little bastards however stopped chopping our and molesting our trees and dared not to cross even a miles distance from the trees.
Meanwhile I forgot to mention that while I was hiding behind the bushes, I had actually pulled the Bamboo branch and held it down while waiting for the boys. The moment they pissed on the branched, I let of the branch scaring the crap or in this case piss out of them.
I know it’s not a great story, just a personal feat, a treasured memory that cheers me up amidst my daily dose of bland food and nauseating medicines.
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