When I started this blog, the only readers were my classmates from college. And I would’ve wrapped up this blog once college was over; but somewhere down the line, on a bright sunny day, bang came the comments from Anjali, Deepti and Mathew, the first bloggers I met in blogosphere (apart from school-mates and college-mates). The first people you meet in any place, are special, and they’ll always remain special to you. Now college is over, the classmates are all long gone, but these bloggers are still there, then and now, to read all the moronic stuff I write. Thanks a heap! And when I decided to take a break from blogging and keep a low profile, BAM!, Anjali gives me a stimulus in the form of a spanking new tag. I can’t think of any wisecrack replies for this tag, so I better be serious about it.
The Tag: Questions from the past, present and future. Answer them and then tag your friends from the blogosphere. Leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged and you are done.
YESTERDAY:-
Your oldest memories:
- Screaming out “Plane inte dyeroodu para plane thirichu vidaan!! Enikke Ammachiye kaananam!!” at the top of my voice. (My Ammachi looked after me when I was really young as my parents were not here. And I wouldn’t go with them when they finally came to take me with them.)
- Sitting on dad’s lap while he was driving and honking horns for him.
- Sprinkling salt on the report card as teacher told “Veettil ninnum uppu ittoondu varanam”.
- Standing on the swings and flying to and fro, sliding on the slides, playing football during lunch breaks simultaneously carrying the lunch box and eating, playing WWF on the white sands of UKG park, and the entire school shouting out “Happy Holidays” rhythmically on the last day of exams.
- Fr. Pulickal’s cane and his ladoos.
- Slowly approaching mom when she’s about to leave for office and handing her my not-so-impressive report card, face down.
- Thrashings with the chooral vadi from mom.
Well, 10 years ago I was in the 7th grade. Those were the times when I would get all the female roles in dramas and tableaus. For the youth festival that year, I was this French maid in an English play. And there was a scene in which the cop grabs hold of me, at which point, Abe got up from the crowd and screamed, “Avanee rape cheyyaatheda”, much to the dismay of the judges. Beat the pulp out of Abe after the play.
The Lady, the Maid and the Cop.
Photo Courtesy: Loyola Magazine 1998-‘99
TODAY:-
No job, no girl, no money!! But on hindsight, not joining the job was perhaps a good thing. I’ve got all the time in this world to do what I want to do. I’m reading all the books I always wanted to, learning cooking, planning to study a new language, and a million trillion pending things to do.
Nothing. Zilch. All my memories would remain in my inward eye.
TOMORROW:-
Honestly, I have no clue where I’ll be tomorrow. But I know where I don’t want to be tomorrow. Life’s what happens when you make other plans.
What do you see yourself doing 14 years from now?
Sitting in a yacht with my trophy wife and sipping icy cold bohemia style beer. Jokes apart, I’m not a very ambitious person. All I want is to lead a peaceful life without any enmity towards anyone, eat three meals a day, watch a good movie at weekends, and marry a simple girl who knows how to cook (Am I asking too much??)
There, the tageth is doneth. Now I need to stick it to someone else’s forehead. I tag Deepti, Hari and Praveen
15 comments:
hahaha..."report cardile uppum"..."plane daivarum" kalakki..infact, even I used to call him plane daivar:P..
and did he actually rape u;)
anyway will do the tag soon:D
"Sprinkling salt on the report card as teacher told “Veettil ninnum uppu ittoondu varanam”." too good...
ready few other takes on the tag..this is absolutely the best...just got me in a time machine!:-D
i mean.."read few other takes.."
lol "plane dyver" , "report cardil uppu ittondu varanam" were classic!
And wow you're a loyolite... i passed out this year :)
Great blog you've got (come across from silverine's)... bookmarking you!
That uppu had me puzzled too for a long time! :) That imagery of you crying for your grandma made me senti. After every hols, when we would pack to go back to Blr, my grandma would start sobbing quietly! And I would become sad too. And the memory of her standing on the porch waving goodbye as the car drew away, gives me heartaches even today!
You made a cute gal I must say! And LOL at the rape call. Cant imagine such things being said in Blr schools! :p Liked your tag very much!
LOL@salt on report card :)
Reminds me of my wise younger brother: I think this was when he was in 1st standard. Parents ask for report card in the evening. I show mine. My brother quickly runs to the show case, places a chair and reaches to the highest shelf his little arms could reach and pulls out a report card! The report card read 'Keep it up!' :-|
LOL @ The "Uppu" and "Dyvar"!! :))
I used to do a lot of WWF @ the UKG park! Used to be my favourite game till fourth grade or so. Miss "Happy Holidays" too... :(
I think I remember seeing your drama! :P
Great tag and thanks for tagging. Will do asap. :D
Loved your tag...
brought back lots of memories which I didn't know existed in the backyards of my mind..
Did your friend really shout out that line in between the play? Wow, he was so concerned for you!
And wishing for a girl who knows cooking nowadays is being very ambitious. But I'm happy to see that you are preparing for that eventuality by learning to cook :)
A tag well done.
Your oldest memories are so sweet...everything from the plane's dyer to Abe to sprinkling salt on the report card :))
Came here thru Mathew's and read some of your previous posts and it just brought lots of smiles on my face, on a boring winter day :) Thank You :)
Just back from vacation .. will d this soon!!
@praveen: At least, you called him daiver, I called him dyer; you're better than me anyway. :) And for your information, he didn't "rape" me. Stupid audience! ;)
@mathew: Thanks a lot Mathew. It got me too in a time machine.
@sriram: Thankyou junior comrade. :)
@silverine: Everytime I went to my native place, I would hide somewhere when it's time to leave. Once I even put some stones and bricks in front of the tyres of car. It was heart rending indeed. And don't you know calling a guy "cute" is the worst way in which you insult him!
:)
@karthik: LOL! And I thought I interpreted things badly. There sure is company for me. It's funny that kids are so innocent that they take the literal meanings of everything.
@hari: Everyday when I returned home my pockets used to be filled with those white sands. I guess the park is all gone now. How sad. Oh, you 'member the drama eh. Good good. See people, our performance were terrific that the audience never forget it. Hehe ;)
@layman: Thankyou. I too didn't think much about these until I got tagged. Dug up a lot of memories that was buried in the backyards of my mind. :)
@philip: Hmm, he was a lil bit too concerned; and I taught him how to be a lil less concerned . :) I know man, it's ambitious; that's why I'm taking some preemptive measures. But still, my hope is not lost; there are women in the footsteps of the person below you, like mishmash, that gives us ample to hope. I guess that'll be like one in a 100 but I'm optimistic. ;)
@mishmash: Thanks a lot mishmash. I'm glad I could bring a smile on your face. How about reciprocating by preparing me a delicious Kerala cuisine. ;)
@deepti: Thanks Deepti, take your time. :)
where art thou?
yeah.. Where, where??
@deepti & jane: Oh hai, I'm over here; raise your head a lil bit, and a lil towards the left; ya there; Hi hi hi there. Whazzup ladies, doing good eh. :) :) :)
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