The thief in me and the cop in my MOM

Yes the title and the Pichha says it all abt my post !! :P :P

Lets start this post which is gonna be a mixture of many incidents which happened around me..
It all started when i was probably in 2nd standard and it went on for 3- 4 years or so..

STORY 1:
 My mom has a habit.. she visits Gurudwara every morning !! come whatever may, she will not miss the visit..
In our bedroom there is a slab , u know the types where in u dump ur suitcases or seldom used stuffs..Sooo on this slab there used to be a small wooden box kept. Not locked though.. (like a sandook types..)
I used to see that every fine day before leaving Mom used to reach our to this sandook and take something and then go to gurudwara.
as days passed , my curiosity to reach out on that sandook increased..
One fine day when mom left for gurudwara , dad left for shop and there was no one in the house i got enough courage to try and reach to it..
Dragged a table near it.. Put a chair on that table.. and then i hopped on the chair.
I could somehow reach to the destination , i was willing to reach since months.. In full excitement i opened that and found out coins.. Soooo many coins.. 2 rs coins, 1 re coin, 5 rs coins..
coins coins coins !!
My eyes lit up big time..
and then it became a daily routine.. started with one 1 re coin per day, reached a stage where i started flicking two 5 rs coins per day..
One fine day when mom left, i did this set up and hopped on to the chair again only to find mom back in the room as she had forgotten to take something..
See how fast i was to steal the coins :P :P
But then when mom was staring at me as in giving a look What the hell are u upto ?? i just looked around as though nothing happened , i didnt even touch the sandook, looked around the slab for some random stuffs and then got down and ignored as if mom had even come to the room.
Mom then didnt utter a word,, she left for gurudwara and generally she returns after 2 hrs or so..
that day when i failed in my 1st attempt, i obviosuly was thinking to try once more :P :P
and to my bad luck when i tried to flick the coins again after an hour.. Mom came back from gurudwara and found me in the same situation and i reacted the same way as though i dont even know what are COINS :P :P
 No points for guessing that the coin box changed its place that very evening and for around next 5 yrs i didnt know where the box was..

STORY 2..
My source of income reduced and i started feeling the pain ki bina paise ke kaam nahi chalne wala [W/o money what i am gonna do in life] - and mind it haan all this in 2-3rd std :P :P
I had to soon find a replacement and yess u guys are thinking in the right direction.. i found one soon :)
This time my granddad.. My BABA !!
An old man who wears kurta pyjama everyday :) He used to come home from shop around 4 p.m .. have his lunch and then take a nap .
                       "before he used to sleep he used to hang his kurta in the room..
                         and after he used to sleep , i used to enter the room :P :P "
It all started with few coins from his right pocket and one fine day by mistake i entered left pocket only to find notes :P :P
That was the day i became BIGGG..
i decided no more coin hunting from today.. its gotta be NOTE!!
Image ka sawwal tha yaar :P :P
Though my baba never caught me red handed but he got to know that something was missing from his pocket.. and he took me for a walk and threatened to complain to the most dangerous cop of my life .. MY MOM..
I said no no no no baba .. Leave it.. dont tell it to anyone.. i will stop loking into ur pocket..
and i kept my promise.. i didnt steal again from his pocket.. whenever i needed money i used to go pataufy him to gimme directly. and if he didnt give i used to pataufy my grand ma first who used to scold my baba in turn and made sure i get the cash..

STORY 3 :
Now that i was left with no choice, i decided i will earn and spend my money.
I wont beg borrow or steal others money :P :P
My ego got hurt yaar that no one used to gimme money..
Those days  i used to study in Ramakrishna Mission Vidya Mandir . i used to study well..
I used to be the rank holder those days.. And one amazing stuff my School did was - It used to give cash prize to the rank holders.
So every annual function i used to get cash prize..Masst hard hard notes..
but my Mom used to take it and lock it up the safe.. It was a matter of time before i gotta know where was the key kept :P :P
And then i started on my new mission, STEALING my hard EARNED money..
It was tough, but what to do i was lift with no choice..
one note a day had become my daily routine :P :P
one fine day after an year or so when mom opened the safe and looked into the Envelopes only to find a couple of notes left.
[Jaise boond boond se ghara bharta hai waise he boond boond se ghara khali bhi ho jaata hai]
[the way a pot gets filled with droplets of water, similarly it gets emptied as well if those droplets keep leaking]

Phir kya tha !! Meri mom , unka danda [Stick] , jhaaru [Broomstick] , almunium mug , slippers , Belan . jalti Mommbatti ki mom [Hot hot Wax] and many other things whichever she found near her were showered on me..
Got a day full of scoldings and beatings. A colony ful to support me, saying bachha hai chor do isse..
But that was not enough to stop my mom :P:P
Got belted and belted and belted..

BUT..
The question here is Did that stop me from stealing money..
Did i change overnight and become a good kid !!
Was i the new jitesh after that day..
All your answers in my next blogpost thats here
 http://jiteshpamnani.blogspot.in/2011/09/this-time-i-did-not-steal-it-trust-me.html?spref=fb !!! :) :)