Geography Teacher!

While I was reading my previous post, I realized that my Geography mam deserved a post too !

This is how it all happened.. shh.. I am still unable to retrive her name from my mammoth database. I vaguely remember now.. I think she was called Vaijayanthi.... We were Eli/Poone in sixth class.. For some reason, I used to be terrified at her.. She used to be the only homosapien who could make me pee in my pinafore .. well while I was 10 then.. :)

Every .. when I say every, I mean it.. EVERY class .. EVERY day, ANY damn question she asks, I would stand up and and thats it.. The whole class would know that was the end of the lecture that day.. I mean the Geography lecture.. From then on, it will be a personalized lecture directed at my stupidity, indolence, temerity to maintain tight lipped ( I was truly terrified, no one knew? ) and dumbheadedness.....

It went on that way until the end of that year.. Seventh class, thanking Heavens, I was transferred to a different school.. I was just too happy to leave Madras, courtesy-Vaijayanthi..... This phase proved transient when I had to return to the same school for eighth std.....

Every being in the school looked at me as if I had just landed in an Alien suit from Mars.. A confused look that said, this face looks unfamiliarly familiar.. I was the only 'new admission student' who already knew others in the class.. So I was in the middle of nowhere.. I could neither identify with new students nor with the rest of the class, for I was weird to them to return to a class, when they thot I had gone (forever)..

Come quarterly .. Go Vaijayanthi.. and the rest is history !

As I write this, I wonder ..... The coming of adolescence and terrified behaviour.. Yeah ! Science made me bad, If I ever were ! I became good, defying Science!!!!

Tsunami ? Marina ?

Tsunami .. who? oh that guy about whom my geography mam tried to make us understand and we never bothered to .... ? way back that was .. ten years down the memory lane..

oops! I wanted to mention that teacher's name and my thoughts are searching the directory and cannot retrive it:) .. I remember she got married and left for Gulf when we were in eighth class.. We were just entering teens then.. that we created drama about her leaving the school.. well, back to tsunami.. We were asked what it meant in the Quarterly Exam that year.. and I missed my centum in Geography because I dint know who, rather what it meant ?

By the time we were back in school after the break, many things had happened in my life ( deserves a blog of its own .. including my first solo trip by train!!!!) .. that I started cursing myself for missing that centum.....

Tsunami...... I cursed it then.. and fate had it curse my lovable Madras now........ :(

I havebeen timewarped with Madras and its times..... How can I ever forget
.. the evening rides to the beach when I was only 5
.. the way I used to pester my dad to buy icecream and nuts for me !!
.. the way I always got confused between Clock Tower and TV tower ..
.. the way my dad and his patience taught me to tell them apart after an year
.. the way I broke my teeth when I fell off my tricycle on a sunday evening ..
.. the morning walks to the beach when I was living with my Aaji
.. the jogging schedule that would not last for more than 3 days in a row!
.. the molagaa bajji
.. the never-to-happen Marina Swimming Pool !
.. the slides that were up for a while..
.. the family game of throw ball when I was 16.
.. another family game of kola kolaya mundhirikka when I was 16 ..

wah sweet sixteen !!!! With such memories of Madras and Marina, my heart skipped a beat when I heard abt the tsunami at 2:00 am EST .. Living thousands of miles away, I realized that I am immortally tied to 'U'..

Hundreds of ppl of my kind .. for walk/cricket and gaming in the December break.... have gone forever ..... May ur soul rest in peace..

Sachin, the little "genius"

~! With due regards to the creator of this piece !~
Kudos to Sachin for battling and fightin off a torrid last session inMumbai...

Coming at 11/2, and immediately under pressure, the little "genius"decided to play off the rest of the day (around 25 overs projectedinitially) and save his wicket for a better day...Scrathing around with the confidence he has been having in the last 6test innings, he firmly avoided the ignominy of getting run out for aduck. He tapped the ball to the off side and set off for an improbablesingle (lucky for him, Rahul responded since Sachin was no meansGanguly) and was half way down the pitch when his bat came between theball and the stumps. He eventually slipped and fell awkwardly into thecrease, and cheers pounded the stadium! Sachin was off the mark!!

Later he managed to see off some excellent bowling of McGrath andGillespie by leaving outside off, ducking, padding, and edging.. It wasone of those days where he had all the luck to go with his magnificentform, that the edges fell short of the slip fielders, and the umpireswere intimidated by his sheer presence.

Tendulkar decided to pad-off a perfect McGrath incutter, coming straightto crash on to the stumps, and fortunately the umpire Rudi Koertzen wasbored giving LBW for Sachin these days, that he thought of not giving inthis time. Sachins face said it all. The master batsmen, the littlemaster, did not even have the courage to look at the umpire, because heis so sharp to realise he was lucky. Frustrated McGrath walked awaythinking it would just be a matter of time..It was not to be..

Not many would realise the value of 2*(31) innings Sachin played lastevening, but I believe he would rate it high amongst the toughestinnings he has ever played.

Kudos to Sachin, fighting for India's pride and self-redemptiom!

no blog !?

hmmm......
aahhh..
oh.. nay.. uhum.. uhhhhhh..
mmmm??????????
??????!!!!!

I have decided to blog today, come what may! Have been thinking what to blog about.. the best part abt blogging is that u dunno me.. so I can go on and on.. blabbering abt the most insane, boring, fit-for-nothing kind of topic.. beloboring in the blogging key!

but lemme come up with a topic soon.. help me do that.. what is that thats goin to interest the whole lot of junta out there.... Cricket.. the one goin on in Nagpur is the last one that I want to blog about.. hmm....... We deserve a better drama.. !

Abt my cooking .. hmm I relish.. not my cooking but writing abt that.. Today, what started out as Sambar became koottu in between to get finished as Curry! .. For more details, u gotto enter my apartment and see my smoke alarm go.. see the cooker is its best shape.. thawed and stove blackened.. and me amidst all smoke! wow! what a revelation.. ?! Culprit......... Less of some Hydrogen and Oxygen in some proportion inside the cooker, which refused to build pressure..!

But cookin is too personal to me to expect the whole world to get interested in.. so I chuck cooking as a topic to blog abt ! Can I blog abt the excited state I am in.. I have spent the whole day replying to backlogged mail box.. here I go .. start with a mail.. and down I see umpteen more waiting for my attention for days together.. Now does nt this appear to be too boastful abt how busy I am or how many people are vying fpr my attention;)! And u kno the reality is neither of the two.. :)

I have come way down.. deciding that today is not a good day to blog.. So I am quitting the scene right now.. bye bye to blogging ways?!

You !

you make me blue
you make me pink ..
Is this called adding color to life?

Loyalty of the universal law

In leaps and bounds..
my life has come by..

from the bubbly childhood ..
to a responsible woman ..

I would not refute if u say
I longed to be grown up when I was a kid

and now long to go back to second childhood
as if I ever have a chance....

forever I thought it would last..
the exams.. the tension the homework and stuff..
its gone.... its back.... in all its fervour and fever
constantly dynamic thats how its got to be

in the pensive moments creep
my inner passions for nagging from sleep
any man who is taking a nap
so that I could take his lap

I did that umpteen times
can I do it again ?
Can I recite rhymes ?
am a grad student in pain :(

I did have the respite in between
it is that that did more harm than good
so in all life began
rainbow shades died and let me grow old!

chaos in order

chaos in order.. This is how I could descibe my variant thoughts! It has no direction most of the times.. Like a 5 yr old, I would want to be a gafa if I meet or come across one..

The way I think is total chaos.. unbelievably hopeless.. yet somethign happens.. all time around.. this game of happening around should continue as long as earth comes around the sun.. again 'n again.. it gives me hope.. and reason to live..

Unstructured thoughts, random processes, probability of getting hooked on to something meaningful, loosely connected idealogies, strong opinions about nothings.. hmm.. I am getting tired of the way I am .. but I guess I like it .. somewhere in the corner of my self..

I happened to come across one called _ _ (VJ) Her privacy consideration ;) .. She writes poetry.. Admittedly, none of them is GReat.. Some of them were readable though!! .. and guess what I wanted to quit engg and become a poet.. what am I made of.. ?? guess milk and petrol will make a pastry for my birthday celebrations at 2 pm in a crowded Madras bus between .. 13B?? :))

guess what? I want to create a new blog for placing my incognito poems.. yet to be written.. I create the blog and then sit and see if I can make me hastham write anything resembling rhyme w/o a reason! I would give it a title.. publish the url all around the world and if I realize I am jus not made for writing poetries,I would convert the blog to hold my someother equally quirky activities until I realize I am not good at it too!! :(( ....... am I being negative all thro thsi blog??

..... and I call myself eternally optimistic.. ?!!? I am most of the times.... Infact romantic and impractical will fit in precise with enuf harsh and biting pull rather than a fine word called 'optimistic'. :) ......

see, I cant conclude this.. This will go and on....... and suddenly out of nowhere it will end rather abrubtly and I 'll call it my nonsensical style

Flashback - 1 dated Sep 26 2004 - weekend after school started!

This one was different.. Different from what it was two yrs down the memory lane.. I had major plans of laundry , cleaning, studying, catching up with ppl .. list is endless..

and what I did.. yes I did something useful.. but that was over before the day got dawned.. My good friend and I spoke at length abt a variety of topics.. He life is changing.. I 'll miss her.. :( .. She is getting on with life.. life should get better for her.. :) I hope and Pray.. I kno her Krishna will take care of that;)..

I slept.... Got up.. with books all around me.. tried to pour me in.. it drowned with more sleep .... again and again.. Day alternated between sleep and study sessions;).. The book by Irv Englander is drab.. Its all stuff that one mustave learnt at the sixth class level introductory class to computer science...... Can u believe it? What is HDD, FDD, Monitor, Binary numbers.. uhh.. in a Grad School :(.. Anyways.. I guess from the exam point of view, it could still be difficult.. :) Pray He is with me and with my Grade:)

...... saturday was over in a short while.. in a lapse of sessions gone unnoticed.. I met a guy called Prashant who wanted to go behind a Greek !! .. I still cannot take the fact that Indians could fall for Non-Indians.. Indians my only criterion! ;)!!!!! No I am not despo at all!

Sunday....... wow! after the joyfully painful one at Camp Allyn, this was respite at work! ;).. Will get bac for more!

Mixed moods.. in fact better .. Getting better with day... getting better with getting busy!!

Westlife - Seasons In The Sun
Goodbye to you my trusted friend
We´ve known each other since we
Were nine or ten
Together we´ve climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and abc´s
Skinned our hearts and
Skinned our knees
Goodbye my friend it´s hard to die
When all the birds are singing
In the sky
Now that spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and i´ll be there
we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the hills that we climbed were
just seasons out of time
goodbye papa please pray for me
i was the black sheep of the family
you tried to teach me right from wrong
too much wine and too much song
wonder how i got along
goodbye papa it´s hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky
now that the spring is in the air
little children everywhere
when you see them i´ll be there
we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the wine and the songs like the
seasons have all gone
we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the wine and the song like
the seasons have all gone
goodbye michelle my little one
you gave me love and helped
me find the sun
and every time that i was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on
the ground
goodbye michelle it´s hard to die
when all the birds are singing in
the sky
now that the spring is in the air
with the flowers everywhere
i wish that we could both be there
we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the hills that we climbed were
just seasons out of time
we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the wine and the song like the
seasons have all gone
we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the wine and the song like the
seasons have all gone
we had joy we had fun we had
seasons in the sun
but the wine and the song like the
seasons have all gone


As life moves on, we say bye bye to many people.
Each time u say a bye, u 'll have 2 'Hi' s to tell.

Yet, its pain to leave the ones u love.
Yet, we do it .. time and again.. in search of better living.. and we get 'em..
Do we? Don't we? A million dollar unanswered question in itself.

If all ur life, u strive to get at something.. and the strive means a purpose to u.. and it goes on and on..
so much on and on.. that the ends even when at reach.. u r too busy to look at it..

Yes that what life is made up of.. the stuff.. the time.. each adds its own spice to what we call L-I-F-E

So take the learning with u .. but keep goin..

Gajananam bootha ganathi sevidam
kabitha jambboo palasara patshidham
umasudam shoka vinasakaranam
namami vigneshwara patha pankajam

He who has the face of an elephant, one who is worshipped by the Bhooda ganam, He who eats the essence of kabitha and Jumbu fruits, He who is the son of Uma Devi and He who alliuiates the ill fellings in us. O! Lord Vigneshwara who is an embodiment of all the above, we offer our Namaskarams at your Divine feet.