Different side of me ...

If you were thinking that I was dead and gone and that you can nail my picture on the obituary column of tomorrow's paper then chill!!! I am back risen from the grave on which your house stands today. Yes, I took the last comment on my blog very serious and have come up with a proper chain of thoughts and yes your house stands on a grave.

Things have been going fine in my life and though I was free I was acting to be as busy as the typist in the court room. Some nights are very strange. I don't get sleep at all on certain days. Like yesterday was a sleepless night and one thought of mine relates to another until I recall everything that I have done from my childhood till the last hour. Sins like puncturing the neighbor’s scooter tyres to locking up my sister in the bathroom make me laugh and repent at the same time. Happy moments like me and dad eating or drinking out and he driving me back from school on his scooter or those first steps of my life that he helped me to take leave my eyes watery. I become as emotional as Serena Williams after every loss or a win when I look back in life and remember those bitter moments or fights that I ever had in my short life span till now. It becomes an over dose when a song like "tujhse naraz nahi zindagi haraan hoon" keeps echoing in my head and I remember the good old school days of mine and a few important teachers of my school. A school so sheltered yet so unknown It had a strange name, a name so strange, named after a former school student. It stood in the busiest locality of Chennai yet a very few people knew about it.

It has been quite a few times when I have been asked the name of my school and I have just blushed at the very question cos I know that as soon as those words "Anita Methodist Matriculations Higher Sec School" leaves the mouth of mine my ears are gonna hear a roaring laughter that might even subdue the noise that our politicians make in the parliament. I know its strange but then it has a noble reason behind it. Suddenly I feel as proud as a soldier for writing such a meaningful blog (inspiration Ms. Deepa's comments).Anita was a student in my school in the kindergarten who died of a brain Hemorrhage in a class of ours and that’s how in the memory of this student my school was named as Anita Methodist Matriculation higher Secondary School. I dare anybody laughs at this. I repent for the times when I would have refrained from letting people or those curious female friends of mine know about my school and therefore I declare with a broad chest that I studied in this very school all my life.

The only sport that was popular in my school was “Chor-sipayi” and all of us held a PHD degree in the professional game of hand tennis. It was only in my 11th grade that I came to know the difference between a volleyball and a basket ball and that a volleyball game needed 6 players on one side. However if it wasn't for my dad who took me to the numerous fields that he visited on Sundays I am sure I would be running as fast as a duck would run. Well this was of my sporting life in school. I can't blame the school my school was a new one in the locality and the only thing that the teachers took interest was studies and moral science. Unlike the other big schools which me and my friends always craved to study in we never had a coach for a specific game and our games teacher was better at handwork than at playing games. We had a special bonding with the teachers which I have noticed to be lacking in the best of the schools with the best of the facilities for sports and recreation. When the kids of other school spent time on things like “whose going out with whom” issues we played around in the ground with the most innocent of minds. I don’t remember a single occasion when any of my class mates would have proposed any the girls of my class. Moral science classes an of course religion was given a lot of importance .Sometimes I think that too much of sheltering was also not good as I felt like the fish out of water when I graduated to college and went on to work .However what I liked about my school was the homely kind of environment and that we were never exposed to the adulterous things that this world proudly boasts of. The teachers were more like mothers to us and we still meet them and hear of them often.

Now all of these were the thoughts of my sub-conscious mind I was just making Deepa happy that I followed what she asked me to do in her comment. For myself I still remain the same and spill meaningless thoughts on this blog. This morning of mine started of with a bang when I experienced rain in the my sheltered bathroom as I sat on the closet reading Jeffrey Archer. For a moment I imagined my self sitting in a bathroom without walls and ceiling. It took a hell lot of time for this disoriented mind of mine to actually realize that the geyser above the ceiling of the bathroom was leaking and my room mates would have to take a "Thande Ka tadka" bath today. Well that’s the charm of life. Each day begins like this and there a whole lot of things for which the blogger.com might run short of space. So I shall stop here and will come up with another meaningful blog next time.