Good Boy

Good Boy... Good boy. Everyone who used to come to my house used to call me a good boy! 

One day I ask my mother, 'Good Boy' is my second name. You and Papa call me as Ganesh, grandfather call me Ganu, she just given me a smile and started back doing her own work.

My uncle, aunty came to my house... I was too happy, as someone came home and they will play with me, Yes my aunty use to play with me, we use to make noise, laugh at small things! 

I use to sing, dance... She use to tease me, sometimes ask me what I want to become when I grownup my age.

I was not understanding much. Just laughing and by hand showing something.

I use to watch 'littil Champ' program on TV, with those little champs I use to sing and dance to, I was not knowing any song words, after looking at their performance, wanted to become like them... 

If anyone wants to ask me what you want to become, very loudly and happily I use to say.. 'littil Champs', littil champs.

I likes to sing with my own wordings, lyrics. And everybody use to laugh at my act of singing.

I use to enjoy myself singing and dancing... Whoever used to come to visit our house, I used to greet them, offer water, tea and start singing.. Then they use to say me 'Good Boy'

Some time they do not want to listen. Still I use to sing for them. My mother use to say I to behave like a good boy...

I do not know what she wants to say...

I started playing m

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y own way and become happy.

Slowly I came to know police. Doctor, engineer, teacher are the alternate words I can use instead of littil champs.

Then I started using them randomly.

One day my aunty asked me what I become...I said DocEngineer.. She does not understand it. Once again she asked.. Then I said, teacher. We both were enjoying our play.. She said what happened you do not want to become now a littil champ... No, and started crying..she opened her purse and showed me chochlate. I love chocolate...

I love diffrent brands chochlates, I know which brand is costly, which is imported.

By experience now I know when to cry loudly when to smile.

My mother shouted at me, keep quiet, do not cry... I just smiled!

Aunty showed me chocolate but did not give me. I raised my hand to take it from her. She also had egg chocolate but not given to me, I grabbed it from her purse... My grand father was around.. He saw my act of grabbing chocholates..he hold my hand and said.. Be a good boy..

My grandfather loves me, he use to tell me lots of good things, 

What is good, what is not good..not understanding any but I use to listen him.

Be a good boy. Be a good boy always... Doctor, the engineer you will become but before that you should be a 'Good Boy', good human by heart..

No one teaches you to become good boy, no school, collage for it! 

By your own experience, you have to become 'Good Boy'