the Elan of all beings..

I gave them a hard time. yes everyone would be proud to say that when they were young they were very vaalu (troublesome but indispensible like a monkey’s tail), and the like. Yes i was kinda the same. If i weren’t i wouldnt be a normal kid, fine i  am digressing

This is what my dad laughs about even today. When we were in Tnagar, he broke his patella and his leg was hung on a sling. The naughty me, used to walk steathily, and then like a leopard run, shake his leg like a pendulum and run away. Tortured my old man this way, seems it pained a lot for him. but who cares, i had my fun then and he reminds me of it even now.

Mum remembers the darker side of me well, as to  how i tortured her as a baby during my first trip to Aryankavu and the like. That in itself was a funny thing. I had my first tonsure somewhere in december of 1987. MGR had died back then. my uncle, dad and literally everyone were afraid as to what was going to happen. MGR was a very big political figure and his death meant bus burnings, road rokho, railway track breaking and what not. This was the status of Indian affairs way back in 1987 itself. wonder what is going to happen when Karu Karu dies. just hoping he dies when i’m in chennai. will get three days holiday!! the only downside?powercut all three days, it will be used for decorating the streets surrounding his dead body.

And how can i forget the studious dream kid of every mother.. I was very studious way back then, mum used to remind me in a pricking tone. I do everyday’s homework that day itself, that too right after coming back home, without removing the dirty shirt, socks.. such was the sincerity i had toward studies. LMAO. This is a clear cut example to show how young minds are easily impressionable and how they can change within a short  span of time.

Handwriting. I was bugged with this particular thing since my first standard half yearly exam, yes right upto my 12h std. Till my first standar quarterly examination, my handwriting was impeccable. After my quarterly exams, my miss- Annie miss used to show my paper to every parent during parent teacher’s meet to show this is how a student should write. Kannu vechutanga pa. Since then i never wrote well it seems. My handwriting was, as my geography teacher of 8th std aptly put, was like a hen  making marks on the ground(koli kirukina mathiri iruku).. OF course it was described by differrent people differently at different periods of time, but the thing was same- my handwriting was as neat as my fate,lol.

Thats it for now. i cant remember the other things i used to do. so happy memories