The Thing Called Childhood!

Sai Santhosh
Nov 2 · 2 min read

Growing up as a kid was supposed to be sweet sweet thing. Well for most kids anyway… mine was an eternal Halloween, not in any sense there was a treat just one trick after an another. I do agree with Deadpool when he says family is an ‘F’ word. My parents split up when I was 2 years old, and I never blamed myself for any of the this….but my relatives did. The F people were at it. This was just the beginning. The one thing my family was good at was reminding me of my past again and again. I know history repeats, but this is was more like a bad tape recorder stuck singing the same Himesh Reshammiya song on repeat for 20 years! Talk about not sending that Sai Baba picture to 10 people on Whatsapp.

Well by this time i understood people are dumb and can’t mind their own business also the same time i realized something about sarcasm. Fortunately for me many people didn’t understand sarcasm and thought i was genuinely funny. Well the Jokes were on them, either way.

School was fun and I hated it. Kids telling how great their dad was and how amazing they were being treated and how much love they had. Ugh the amount of contempt i had towards these tiny tots. This was when i started disliking people….. well then again in a social setting like this (i mean a school) being sarcastic wonders!!! Way better than being rude or straightforward. Well then again these tiny monsters thought i was funny!! Ha ha Jokes on them! There were days when kids asked me about my dad I used to tell my dad and mom split due to Kaveri Water issue. Well this is the part where I tell that my Dad is from Tamil Nadu and my Mum from Karnataka.

I fondly remember my dreams growing up. It wasn’t to have a bicycle or toys (although I loved Toys) but to grow up as fast as I could and be an adult. The only reason to grow up was to run away from my psycho family. Again the Family never told me anything about being an adult (so right now there is child trapped in an adult’s body). I am slowly realizing that running away wasn’t the best solution, but my family is too old so i don’t see anyway they trying to catch up with me. If you ask me I am Usian bolt in running away from the childhood trauma. Life as a kid wasn’t easy in anyway the only memories that are fond to me are the ones where I have been sarcastic.

I do take Freelance Sarcasm Classes every other Friday 6am to 7am… Feel free to join.

Sai Santhosh

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