There are many living organisms on this planet and i am one of them. What Kind? Good question ... ... ... ... .. I am thinking .... ... ... !! If you get to know once you have read through the blog ... and think you have found out ..... do let me know ... I'll be glad to know t00 ... !!
This might turn out to be the longest or the shortest possible blog over a certain period of time defined to be just over 10 days (from when the first post is made apart from the introduction of course .... just the next abnormally long weekend) ..... !! Either ways I hope i make history ..... even Guinness book of world records would do .... but if i do not .... i have no regrets .... !! Asking me why ??
Well some great goon once said just before he was caught swindling the world... "Prevention is better than cure !!", and i like goons. I believe they are my brothers like all dogs all over, and they pooed the day i was born in joy and will be the only ones to mourn the day i die by actually crying ... yes dogs cry too .... unbelievable but true .... if you do own one, leave one at home and go away ...... i can bet a million bucks (even if i lose u pay me since i am broke) that their eyes will be swollen but will still bark with happiness at the sight of u!!
Coming back to the prevention better than cure part of the entire thing ...... i am writing this blog for just one purpose ..... !! I have heard that bad smoking and drinking habits cause memory failure ..... and if i ever have a memory failure ..., i am sure if some one reads this blog out to me ..... i might get back to normalcy once more ....... !!! Thus proving the point prevention is better than cure, as today i am preventing the scope of lifetime memory loss ...... !!
Some posts maybe really small some maybe big, some maybe hilarious, some maybe sad, ..... do not go by the size or emotions .... go by the what you feel about it ... Its About how we can continuously live on the edge and not lament, how we can struggle to enjoy but still laugh, its about how we rebel, its about what we think about a situation ... how we cope with it .... and how we live/do not live/ stop living around it. But yes ...... the blogs will be written in such a manner that no one will be disappointed .... !!!
And oh yes ... unlike other blogs, this one you have to read from top to bottom and not from bottom to up ..... (ignore the dates, they are as fictitious as me !!).
Dedicated to patientce and belief
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Prelude ....
The tales as they appear are in the order they occur to my forgetful mind as i recall incidents dear to me .... and not in the order of any affection to a particular memory ... !!
All incidents are real .... but the character's are fictitious .... any resemblance to a person living or dead is purely coincidental ... !!
Dedicated to the lawmakers who might catch me breaking the law
All incidents are real .... but the character's are fictitious .... any resemblance to a person living or dead is purely coincidental ... !!
Dedicated to the lawmakers who might catch me breaking the law
Sunday, August 24, 2008
The first memory ...
The first memory I have is more from some pictures and hearsay .... where i was sitting on the bed, chubby cheeked, bald headed, wearing my first birthday conical cap and wagging my invisible tail eating cake out of a steel bowl really excited at having so many visitors at the same time that i managed to crawl with cap head body tail cake and everything else towards them and fell from the bed where i was sitting .... !!!
No wonder the memories are only from pictures and hearsay ..... !! They also say that i developed a nice potato on my forehead due to the fall but well its not really documented nor pictured so we shall feign that it never happened !!
And here in starts my journey ...... from the beds edge to life's edge ..... !!
Dedicated to the potato on my head and cut near my eye which still exists
No wonder the memories are only from pictures and hearsay ..... !! They also say that i developed a nice potato on my forehead due to the fall but well its not really documented nor pictured so we shall feign that it never happened !!
And here in starts my journey ...... from the beds edge to life's edge ..... !!
Dedicated to the potato on my head and cut near my eye which still exists
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Those infant Days ....
After a bump on the head, some people learn, some people like getting bumps on their head as they are kind of not normal. I am one of them, and even after the first birthday 'bash' i continued to get regularly having such wounds all over the body as i had a bad habit of jumping from place to place or even trying to do some acrobatics while being on all fours.
Well that phase in life was over when i joined my first school. A school with a rather feminine name, "Queens Park", i of course would have preferred if the name had been "Queen Spark". At least it would have been more like some super heroines name or something. Hm mm even if i try really hard i do not remember much of that place apart from the sliding boards and the enormous field that it had where i could raise Cain and cause enough trouble.
Due to some peculiar circumstance not known by me (however what my elder brother tells me it was because all teachers retired at once since they considered themselves a failure as they could not tame me) the school shut down, and i had to move to another school called Tiny Tots. I liked this school. At least i liked the name, and was scared that even this might shut down, hence tried to control my animal instincts while i was there.
This was not good from my momsie's (moms) perspective as all the suppressed desires came out while i was at home, and she had a whale of a time trying to control me. From putting acid into my eyes to see if it becomes as white as the pot to rolling down the stairs to see if i was a human or a ball or to small pranks like climbing up trees to see the horizon from the top of the shed or just simply trying to pull of the gardener's dhoti while he was at work, i did make a lot of mischief. The only time when i was quiet was when i listened to music. My mom found that out soon, and every time she had to go do some work, she would put on the record player and make me sit in front of it and go away. I would sit there like an angel not even batting my eyelids. But as soon as the record got over, the two horns on the head would start coming out once more. But mom would get the signal, and would be back in her rocking chair keeping an eagle eye on me.
People ask me what my mom does. Well factually she is a designer, but actually i think in those early days, she had a bigger job to do, and retired from that job once i grew up and took to designing.
I never regretted growing up, cause even though today i may no longer be an infant, in every step of my life, i still try and maintain the same level of innocent mischief wherever i go and in whatever i do. Someday if the two twain's (the devil and the evil, since i have no good in me) in myself meet, i hope they shake hands and say "It was teamwork, we made him realize life was never an empty dream!!"
Dedicated to the infants of the world
Well that phase in life was over when i joined my first school. A school with a rather feminine name, "Queens Park", i of course would have preferred if the name had been "Queen Spark". At least it would have been more like some super heroines name or something. Hm mm even if i try really hard i do not remember much of that place apart from the sliding boards and the enormous field that it had where i could raise Cain and cause enough trouble.
Due to some peculiar circumstance not known by me (however what my elder brother tells me it was because all teachers retired at once since they considered themselves a failure as they could not tame me) the school shut down, and i had to move to another school called Tiny Tots. I liked this school. At least i liked the name, and was scared that even this might shut down, hence tried to control my animal instincts while i was there.
This was not good from my momsie's (moms) perspective as all the suppressed desires came out while i was at home, and she had a whale of a time trying to control me. From putting acid into my eyes to see if it becomes as white as the pot to rolling down the stairs to see if i was a human or a ball or to small pranks like climbing up trees to see the horizon from the top of the shed or just simply trying to pull of the gardener's dhoti while he was at work, i did make a lot of mischief. The only time when i was quiet was when i listened to music. My mom found that out soon, and every time she had to go do some work, she would put on the record player and make me sit in front of it and go away. I would sit there like an angel not even batting my eyelids. But as soon as the record got over, the two horns on the head would start coming out once more. But mom would get the signal, and would be back in her rocking chair keeping an eagle eye on me.
People ask me what my mom does. Well factually she is a designer, but actually i think in those early days, she had a bigger job to do, and retired from that job once i grew up and took to designing.
I never regretted growing up, cause even though today i may no longer be an infant, in every step of my life, i still try and maintain the same level of innocent mischief wherever i go and in whatever i do. Someday if the two twain's (the devil and the evil, since i have no good in me) in myself meet, i hope they shake hands and say "It was teamwork, we made him realize life was never an empty dream!!"
Dedicated to the infants of the world
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
My first successful interview
One fine morning i was dressed up by momsie in all nice formals with my unruly hair set with a lot of effort, since a part of my hair never settled down on the scalp, and to make things worse it's exactly on near the portion from where the horns of the devil grow. I face the same problem even today, and if it takes me 20 minutes to get ready, 15 minutes go in settling that part of the hair.
I was surprised, no one ever troubled me much while i was a kid, i used to tie my own shoe laces, wear my own uniform and go to Tiny Tots, then why this sudden rush of adrenaline to dress me up for some show? I asked my momsie "Where are we going? Is it a fancy dress ball?" She gave me a small momsie like smile and said that i was going to give answers to some questions to a big unknown man, and she said if that big unknown man offered me sweets or toffees, i should just take one and not act greedy. I nodded my head in agreement and set off with my parents to meet this big unknown man.
I entered the big unknown mans office. It was huge and had many glass shelves with a lot of books in them. I was expecting to meet a big time giant there, but in turn i saw this stout bald short man with a very deep scary voice. I was taken aback. My imagination and reality were not matching, this was calamity. So before he could ask me much, i asked him "Have you hidden the big man somewhere?". He gave a small snort (I till this date hope it was out of happiness), and helped me sit on a high chair kept near his desk.
During the course of conversation, he asked me a lot of questions, and they were so easy. He asked me my name, and my parents name and what they did and what i do when i do not sleep. He was specially impressed to hear how i spent my time when i did not sleep or was not at school. I think he tried some of them at home once the interview was over since i got to know he had a swollen head and a broken arm around 2 days after the interview.
Well the interview soon ended, and as my momsie had predicted, i was offered some chocolates by the not so big unknown man. I took one, and said a polite thank you. He said "Why don't you take some more?". Now i did not know how to react to that. I was not told. So i opened my small fist and grabbed as many as i could and said another thank you.
The interview was over, and i came out to the comfort of my parents once again, they were so excited, and wanted to know what happened inside, and were happy till i told them the chocolates incident.
In a few days time, a white letter had come home. IT had an emblem on it similar to the one that was on my brothers school blazer. Popsie (Dad) and momsie were overjoyed reading it, but i never understood till much later what the reason was for the unusual celebration, but apparently i had passed my first interview.
Dedicated to the first box of chocolates that i took a grab at.
I was surprised, no one ever troubled me much while i was a kid, i used to tie my own shoe laces, wear my own uniform and go to Tiny Tots, then why this sudden rush of adrenaline to dress me up for some show? I asked my momsie "Where are we going? Is it a fancy dress ball?" She gave me a small momsie like smile and said that i was going to give answers to some questions to a big unknown man, and she said if that big unknown man offered me sweets or toffees, i should just take one and not act greedy. I nodded my head in agreement and set off with my parents to meet this big unknown man.
I entered the big unknown mans office. It was huge and had many glass shelves with a lot of books in them. I was expecting to meet a big time giant there, but in turn i saw this stout bald short man with a very deep scary voice. I was taken aback. My imagination and reality were not matching, this was calamity. So before he could ask me much, i asked him "Have you hidden the big man somewhere?". He gave a small snort (I till this date hope it was out of happiness), and helped me sit on a high chair kept near his desk.
During the course of conversation, he asked me a lot of questions, and they were so easy. He asked me my name, and my parents name and what they did and what i do when i do not sleep. He was specially impressed to hear how i spent my time when i did not sleep or was not at school. I think he tried some of them at home once the interview was over since i got to know he had a swollen head and a broken arm around 2 days after the interview.
Well the interview soon ended, and as my momsie had predicted, i was offered some chocolates by the not so big unknown man. I took one, and said a polite thank you. He said "Why don't you take some more?". Now i did not know how to react to that. I was not told. So i opened my small fist and grabbed as many as i could and said another thank you.
The interview was over, and i came out to the comfort of my parents once again, they were so excited, and wanted to know what happened inside, and were happy till i told them the chocolates incident.
In a few days time, a white letter had come home. IT had an emblem on it similar to the one that was on my brothers school blazer. Popsie (Dad) and momsie were overjoyed reading it, but i never understood till much later what the reason was for the unusual celebration, but apparently i had passed my first interview.
Dedicated to the first box of chocolates that i took a grab at.
Monday, August 18, 2008
My first remembered conversation with a friend ...
The resultant of the letter was that i had to wear a shite shirt and pant and a black and yellow striped tie and would have to go to a place called a school everyday at 7:30 in the morning.
On the first day all of us sat in a place called the round chapel. None of us knew the other person. It was so foreign to me. I did not like it. I sat there with a glum face waiting for something to happen, when the black curly haired boy next to me asked "What is the time?"
I stared at him with a surprised look. I had no clue about who he was, and what he meant (i also belive even he did not know what he was asking). I told him i had no idea about the time, and he did not look dissappointed. It was more like he was happy that someone had responded to him.
This curly haired boy was with me through thirteen years of my life in school and even after that. Today when i speak to him, i still feel the same fresh sense of smell called friendship that he had brought into my life with that first attempt of conversing with me.
Dedicated to the curly haired boy
On the first day all of us sat in a place called the round chapel. None of us knew the other person. It was so foreign to me. I did not like it. I sat there with a glum face waiting for something to happen, when the black curly haired boy next to me asked "What is the time?"
I stared at him with a surprised look. I had no clue about who he was, and what he meant (i also belive even he did not know what he was asking). I told him i had no idea about the time, and he did not look dissappointed. It was more like he was happy that someone had responded to him.
This curly haired boy was with me through thirteen years of my life in school and even after that. Today when i speak to him, i still feel the same fresh sense of smell called friendship that he had brought into my life with that first attempt of conversing with me.
Dedicated to the curly haired boy
Sunday, August 17, 2008
La Martiniere ....
As much as i hated waking up at 7:30 in the morning and going to school, i loved it. It would be a new day filled with fun and carefreeness.
I spent 13 years in that institution and through fun frolic discipline i learnt that life was more than just about frowning at problems . It was more about living every moment how tough it may be. I realized that even if the odds are against you, you need to be patient. I do not know about other schools, but what this school taught me was that you do not chose your relatives, but you do get to chose your friends and make a wise choice, cause they are the once who make you or break you.
I was lucky enough to have friends who were awesome and till date they are more like brothers than friends.
Well if i start relating the incidents in here it just might turn out to be another blog on it's own .... and not possible to be done in 4 days. All i can say as the shortest tribute to La Martiniere and the people i knew from it was that ... "Times change ... places change .... lives change ... but a brotherhood and humanity does not ..... its inbuilt in our hearts ..... it will always be there till we breathe our last ....."
Dedicated to La Martiniere and all my brothers from there.
I spent 13 years in that institution and through fun frolic discipline i learnt that life was more than just about frowning at problems . It was more about living every moment how tough it may be. I realized that even if the odds are against you, you need to be patient. I do not know about other schools, but what this school taught me was that you do not chose your relatives, but you do get to chose your friends and make a wise choice, cause they are the once who make you or break you.
I was lucky enough to have friends who were awesome and till date they are more like brothers than friends.
Well if i start relating the incidents in here it just might turn out to be another blog on it's own .... and not possible to be done in 4 days. All i can say as the shortest tribute to La Martiniere and the people i knew from it was that ... "Times change ... places change .... lives change ... but a brotherhood and humanity does not ..... its inbuilt in our hearts ..... it will always be there till we breathe our last ....."
Dedicated to La Martiniere and all my brothers from there.
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