Saturday, July 14, 2007

Memoirs of Student days

Though I am quite confident I keep my word to friends when I am asked to help , when it comes to cleaning my room I enjoy being scolded by my mother. Her Herculean task of lecture begins from her days in nursing college on how they were taught to fold sheets and make bed. To my friends I am obsessed with cleaning and taking care of my stuff but at home this same ME is viewed as an extra terrestrial or my family is obsessed with the Cleaning mania.

Well while receiving an ultimatum to clear my study tables a work I dread because it has things from my pre degree days, I wrinkled my nose and began, well first my hand went to a dissection box, I am the first and last person to use this as I was the only one who took biology in my family, I remembered how we feared dissecting cockroaches, and once we had no water in college after dissection and we had to walk upto our friends house and by the time the hand had dried and we could not eat food, as we felt the smell wouuld remain forever. Yet, I remember the vanity with which I hunted cockroaches in my house to frighten my siblings demonstrating dissection.
My hand went to a protractor, poor thing was lying lost I put it in the right box and wondered why we used these things in school, how much I dreaded maths , I told my teacher I would go for ARTS stream so from 8th STD they should give option for Maths.

Now my hand went to a paper I had the bad habit of saving my answer papers now this one had my beautiful handwriting it started with a definiton about some Gisella Konopka …ok ….so this is group work, Face of Sr Lizzy smiling came to my mind,
19 ¾ out of 30 god knows why she could not give a 20. I smiled and dared not read the paper out of fear I would be ashamed if I never recognized the content as well as my handwriting.

Well now what do I have in here , ? atleast 7 boxes of spectacles ok all colours different shops maybe saved up here to sue them for guarantee issues , mom has funny ways to things .

Now at the end was a paper pack I opened it to see some pedigree dog food maybe hidden from the dog when she sat with me in the study , it almost powdered and eaten by ants , Thank god mom never came to clear or would shoot me.
And last but not least as I wound up I found a slip with some diagrams . I used to make chits and study during BA Psychology now this had some coded some Abbreviations I could decipher like OCD, BDD some I could not it seemed like I was explaining it to someone because I had drawn upteen lines from the abbreviation to another.

Then came out a paper boat. I opened it , it was a letter from Sony, might have been passed in between classes. It read

Dear teena,

Since this world we live is a myth

lets imagine that the fact i borrowed

Rs 500 from you is a myth.

Because the money is neither yours not mine

it comes and goes.



I smiled, though i dont remember how i responded to this then.

Its so strange that some times even cleaning up can seem a ritual bringing out nostalgic moments we cherish, maybe that’s why the dissection box, geometry box and some answer papers lie here and there to remind me what I was and how I reached here.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

My childhood memories

My mom says i fought destiny to come into this world, in her first and second trimester of pregnancy she felt false alarms of delivery and was hospitalised, maybe the baby (thats me) was unhealthy and did not fit in her system. I was born premature thats just completed 7 months and into the eighth. I have been quite a struggler then unlike my sister and brother, i had very little socialisation . I was quite troublesome too.
I remember mom telling me my dad was a very resourceful person and used to help people. He helped a man secure a permanent visa and this man came home to thank dad and mom. he left his vis on the table and was talking to my parents. I was crawling by and pulled this visa down and tore it into more than 60 pieces as per mom's exaggeration. This man literally began crying and mom and dad could do nothing . Mom says this man has sold his wife's jewels to come down so must have cursed little me( no wonder i never grew tall) . Well finally mom and dad stuck this document and did something to save this man, i dare not ask mom the details, she says its a big price they paid for bringing out the special ME to this world.

Saturday, July 7, 2007

Memories of Gulf war

Well it was the night before school re-opened, I had given my first exam in arabic and wud flunk for sure. I had to be a role model to my sis and bro so i cudn't flunk! I had no options, so I prayed that the school wud never re-open. Maybe god heard my prayers! Sumwhr around midnight dad got a call from his friend in the security dept saying that the Iraqi's had invaded Kuwait. I never knew that meant loss of job ,problems and overnight work to mom who was a nurse. I was happy thinking about the holidays ahead.Noone stepped out of house for days ;the sky at night looked like firecrackers bursting ,little did we know that they were alarms and shells ! Mom had the advantage of getting ration if she went in uniform and i boasted to my friends whose mom's never worked ,that i had a smart mommy. Dad and friends played cards, discussed about plans to escape to India and I thought they were mad! Can't parents have holidays? Maybe parents dont know to enjoy!Shop keepers started selling shops to return to their country, the shop below our flat sold 150 ice creams for very cheap price and then it was ice cream all the time and this I thought was "heaven"! . Oh god ! I asked to close school ,now aren't you giving me a lot? We played all the day , Dad and mom gave away all the toys they had hidden believing we would spoil them as if they were gadgets unfit to use! Every time they would say" you can play with those when u grow up" now they gave it all together, its after a week that we found they were selling it to Iraqi's and collecting money to go back to India.We cried when that dumb Arab put our toys in a sack."This man stinks! " my baby brother told ,he was hardly three and could not pronounce dirty so he said " Arabi icheechee " . We hushed him and said we could play hide and seek so he wont see them taking our toys away.The next day while watching tv (though it had news and cartoons only) another man disconnected and took it too.Now only story books were left which i had hid in my school bag. I still have them after all these years! We three( me, my sis and bro ) thought maybe we wont study again like the story "Hansel and Gretel ",we will live in woods and collect twigs my sis who never read that story silently agreed . I was the leader and told them in the forest you dont get ice cream coz there's no fridge . My brother was worried he asked, "wat about butter?" i said, "bread , butter yes but there are many witches there too, who eat cute boys .He said," that's ok i will wear your frock!! " and we laughed at that not knowing how many were killed, raped and slaughtered outside.That's my memoirs of The gulf war.

by bhuji

Thursday, July 5, 2007

ente jevvithanubhavangal

Angane aa kashandi thalayante koode njan pavam Palakkad stationileku yathra thirchu , what a contradiction i am in a vayanooki kendram with a vayanokki who pretends to be my protector. A passerby brushed me ,kashandi chothichu "did he hit you? , should i do something? "

"No sir this is common in kerala njan paranju. What? Are Women in kerala living in such insecurity he asked?" "No sir this was just trailor" ?, i said . kashandi trainil kayariyapol paranju lets shift to same compartment. " kelavante poothi kollam", i said to myself . Of all ppl in the world i should watch this thendi, i gave my close up smile and said " No sir i can handle it".

Njan upper berthil kayari shawl matti, kannada oori, puthachu kidannu, kashandi ethi. " Are u fine Teena ?"hmmm Avante koppile fine" i put on a 70 mm smile and said what could be wrong sir" kashandi enne nokki lower berthil irunnu and blabbered. oh god i felt like a statue maybe this is what they call indirect forms of harassment, kashandi poyi , then i got an sms which read" your eyes are beautiful dont hide them behind glasses and i like the way u think we must talk more often"

Njan switch off cheytu urangi. Next day morning station irangiyapol kashandi "so u still wore the glasses?" Njan madhahasichondu," sometimes its a safety from such harrasments like i had yesterday sir !!!" kashandi shocked , chirchu kondu njan, " i didnt mean the sms but the men who brush past me sir", before i finished the hosts arrived taking our luggage.

it truly happened to me last yr.