MY FAVOURITE NEIGHBOUR
Once during my initial days in school, maybe class 1st, I got a homework to write an essay in English on the topic 'My Favourite Neighbour'.
I came back home and started to think which neighbour is worthy to be written about. What should be the criteria of selection? Whether it should be that uncle who gives me toffees everytime he meets me or whether it should be the aunt who shows how much she loves me by pulling out my cheeks everytime I encountered her? Well on different parameters, different names popped up.
— % &We used to live in a government quarter alloted to the officers of Water Works Department, the department in which my father served for 31 long years. So basically there was a colony consisting of 8 quarters for the families of 8 officers. So to choose my favourite neighbour I had seven options. And eventually for me as a child, it got very difficult to choose one name.
I really wanted to take help of my parents or elder sisters but probably I wanted to prove myself in front of my family that I can write an essay on my own and that too in English. I guess I had a fight with one of my sisters the other day back in which she might have said that I can't do anything on my own and that might have hurt my self pride.
— % &Highly determined as I was, I picked up a name of one of my neighbours and wrote down a two page essay on the topic. I closed the notebook and went out to play deeply happy with satisfaction. For the first time, I have completed my homework on my own. That too an English essay of two pages- cherry on the cake. My father and mother would be so proud of me when I will show them that essay. Thinking this, I was playing with my friends waiting for my father's return restlessly. Maybe that was the first time I was excited for the showcase of my first literary work.
Finally the time came. Delighted, as I was, I told my parents that today I myself have written the homework essay on the topic 'My Favourite Neighbour' without my sister's help. So I asked my father to quickly freshen up and then read the essay and tell me if I have written it good or not.
— % &To my utter surprise, as he read the very first line he started laughing. Then he showed my notebook to my sisters and they also started laughing. My mother then asked out of curiosity, " What is it you all are laughing about?"
My father read out loud the first line of my essay, " My favourite neighbour is uncle Munshi Red..." and he continued laughing followed by my sisters. My mother also joined their company. I was sure that essay is good enough to hear some praise from parents, but it was that good that they will laugh their hearts out, I never imagined.
Honestly, I didn't understood why they all are laughing. I thought maybe they are laughing because I didn't translated Munshi in English. I said, smiling shyly, "Oh, that. Actually I didn't knew the English of Munshi, but of all the neighbours I was able to translate his name in English to some extent. That's why I chose him to write this essay."— % &My father then told me that even when I had to write essay in English there was no need to translate the name.
"It's good that you used your brain to write your essay in full English but remember there is no need to translate the name. Let Munshi Lal be Munshi Lal, not Munshi Red. And by the way, English for Munshi might be clerk but you don't need it now I guess."
This was one of my silliest yet cutest mistake from my childhood. Don't you all ever wonder how amazing a child's mind is. He thinks of things so differently which might be so obvious for adults. Yet when we hear their thoughts, their questions, we are awestruck and amazed. Can you recall any such mistake that you committed in you childhood ?— % &
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