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..