METAMORPHOSIS seems like such a heavy word. Sure does sound heavy and complicated to me.
My brother and his friends use this word all the time. Thanks to a cartoon show called "Pokemon" --(Pocket Monster).
I was so intrigued by this show that I started following it closely. Very closely, rather!
Definition of METAMORPHOSIS--> a striking alteration in appearance, character, or circumstances ---(courtesy-> merriam-webster.com).
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There was a fair, intelligent, chubby guy who was always upto some prank. I would personally relate him as liquid metal, Mercury. He was never stable(Not mentally!!). Mind running like a super computer, thinking of "what, how, when,who and why" all the time. Lets call him "Traitor boy".
He wondered if clouds are edible, imagined things about the sky and how it changes colour before and after 6am(6am , cos that was the time he would wake up from his super animated dreams).
Loved puppies, so much so that he would even risk getting a bite from an angry momma dog. He was this way; careless, happy go lucky, intelligent and lively. Best thing-- He was always this way. He had to stay in the school Crèche after school hours because his mom and pop, both worked.
Chapter I : The Crèche
He made good friends and others did bad things to Traitor boy, out of jealousy. One day, a girl scribbled his shirt with weird hieroglyphics. Another boy hit Traitor boy with a stone. He was also fed charcoal and sweet mixed together. Traitor boy had to eat this because the Bully was a senior and also the Crèche owner's son. Hurt because he was never subjected to such acts, traitor boy told this to his mother. That same evening, traitor boy's mom and maternal uncle went to the Crèche and made sure the caretaker and his son apologized. Traitor boy was happy go lucky kinds AGAIN. Traitor boy never liked staying in the Crèche after sunset. His ma and pa used to pick him up sometime round 7pm. He never liked this and so, he used to stick to the main gate; looking for family members so that he could persuade them into taking him home. He was almost always lucky. Someone would take him home and they loved it. One day, traitor boy's, then best friend told him that one has to be a king to marry a beautiful girl. Instantly, traitor boy decided that he would become the king. Such was his confidence and his arrogance.**Never mind the beautiful girl talk.. It was too early!!**. Traitor boy, fought with a group of people because a girl snatched away his biscuit and his best friend's lunch box. He was successful in the fight. He tore a guy's shirt and he managed to break the girl's "First in Class" badge. He became a bully, who studied well. One interesting thing traitor boy learnt during his stay in the crèche was that, monkeys don't walk using their tails. He somehow had the impression that monkeys walk on 5 limbs including the tail. One bad thing traitor boy learnt during his stay in the crèche was to sleep with the index finger in his mouth.
Excerpt of the Chapter--->Hail the Traitor boy!!
Chapter II : NEWs[News in this case is the plural of NEW!!]
Part 1: First year at school.
Come 1993 June and he was put into a different school. This one was definitely bigger and better. This school had everything and more, a student would require. It was like a dream come true for traitor boy. He could swim, skate, play Basketball, Tennis, Football, Shuttle Badminton and learn Karate. It also had a CANTEEN. Traitor boy loved food and he simply loved it just for the sake of loving it!! A bus would come and pick him up from school and then drop him back after school hours. Everything was new and other children were new faces to him. Traitor boy had to establish his reign all over again. He did not like it. There was not much he could help about it. It wasn't long before he could make friends and jealous foes, AGAIN. This time, there were more jealous ones because Traitor boy was the best in his class at English and Science. Also was the one who made a ruckus in the class. Nevertheless, his teachers loved him and he got positive comments from all, but one. She was his Math Teacher. Traitor boy was good at every subject except Mathematics. He shuddered at the very thought of arithmetic. Traitor boy loved dogs. Puppies in particular. His paternal grandfather had a Pomeranian. Traitor boy loved it so much that he would hug it and play with it all day whenever he visited his grandpa's place. Pommy's name was Tommy. Tommy somehow did not like Traitor boy and bit him whenever it could. It was in one of these bite instances, that he was bribed with Chicken Soup in exchange for a prick on his butt(The fearsome needle). Traitor boy slowly started developing hatred towards Tommy and he stopped playing with it. He disliked the Pomeranian breed because he determined, through research and reviews that; This breed is good for nothing. It barks at strangers and bites people it knows. It runs away when a thief comes in and blah blah...... Traitor boy loved his new school and learnt to swim in his first year at school itself. He was in his 3rd class.
Part2: One his most happiest days
Traitor boy was halfway through his first year at school when a new member to the family came in. His parents wished for a girl and Traitor boy prayed for a boy. Traitor boy won. He rushed to see the addition to the family and was overjoyed when he saw his little brother. He went home with pops and that same night, he had a horrible stomach ache. He was taken to the doc in the morning and was diagnosed with appendicitis and the doc said traitor boy needs to be operated urgently. He pleaded that he shouldn't be operated . He was fooled into believing that he would not be operated and the doc's would only connect an oxygen mask to his face. Traitor boy agreed and the appendix was removed via surgery.He relished the 8 day stay at the hospital because he had so many people visit him each day. He didn't have to eat. Somebody would feed him everyday, his grandmother in particular. He loved " RASAM" made by her. It was nothing short of the word "heavenly" to him. That night, traitor boy slept in his usual manner, with his finger in his mouth, not realising he snapped the needle which was in his wrist. He was bleeding slowly, unawares of what is happening to him. His pops, for some reason woke up and found that traitor boy was bleeding profusely. The nurses came, cleaned the bedsheets, traitor boy's wrist and also changed his dress! He was happily(Or so I should believe!!) sleeping. He struck a great rapport with the nurses and taught them a new game-"Syringe Tower". He used the syringes which were used on him and connected one end of a syringe to another one and created towers. The physio's helped traitor boy walk and perform small exercises. and this extended for 4 days. Soon, it was time to bid adieu to the hospital.
Part 3 : New Place, New Friends and NEW School.
A lot of things happened when he was 8 years old. New school, a new addition to the family- his kid brother and his appendicitis operation. If all this wasn't enough, he also changed his house. He moved to a new place. It was an apartment. Not many children lived in that apartment, except for a girl(She was 2 years elder!! ). They became good friends and spent most of our times roaming around on our cycles. Their favourite game was Mica Mining!!(Yeah!! They dug till they found any silvery piece of crap).
He had lots of fun, though he missed his friends. And then, they shifted to an apartment, a bigger one and this one was his own!! There weren't many residents at that time. There were just 4 occupied flats, including his. There were 3 kids, including him and he was the only boy!! Soon, people started occupying he building and there were lots of kids of his age. He became very good friends with one boy. They were almost inseparable. They had lots of fun and were pranksters united. This was not meant to be long. They had a rift between them and traitor boy decided that he would not speak to him, ever again. And this was after 4 years of fun-filled friendship. In this interim, he had to change his school and made a very good friend. They were almost inseparable AGAIN. It wasn't meant to be long again. This time it was traitor boy's fault and he severed ties with this friend of his. He regretted it, but it was too late. He was done with his Schooling.
Excerpt of the Chapter--> Traitor boy is fun-filled, loves dogs and is a weirdo.
I am sorry for all this BAD formatting...... I am hating WINDOWS LIVE because they have this restricted formatting text thingy.....will figure a way out and publish all of ma blog in one piece "SOON"...This is the copy paste from Windows Live, for the moment..... Peace till en' and bear me wid this incomplete story.....----RoHiT
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-->"The phone is ringing, attend it". I know that was a direct translation, but it makes more sense when translated directly!!
. It seemed like she was calling me from a light year's distance 
. A few seconds later, joins a more screeching loud voice of my brother. Both of them, making desperate attempts to wake me up. I then mumble something and wake up from my 12 hour long slumber
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) on my phone; 12:30pm! I call it quits to my sleepathon whilst praising myself for the wonderful treatment given to my not so tired body
. Still sleepy, I walk in a zig-zag pattern towards the sink
. I take my beautiful blue toothbrush, lace it with tasty blue toothpaste and head for the kitchen to start an argument; The kitchen's where my mother is, and she is a teddy bear to my younger brother. I was sure I'd find both of them there. The argument then starts. Topic--> "That wasn't a call ringtone(
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!! I decide on not arguing anymore because my mouth is filled with lather--Remember, I was brushing my teeth..lol
), almost immediately after brushing my Glitters(
) and with sleepy(
) eyes, open G-mail. In a flash, it says "Page Cannot be displayed". I hit F5(For non-computer savvy people, let me introduce you to F5. It means REFRESH!). "Page Cannot be Displayed"
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) was interesting right from the first second. Just like no good love story
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). I was starting to get into a much merrier mood and, then the phone rings. Its my friend. He needs some help and that requires me to check his email.
