Somewhere..
Somewhere a life is spawned in the slums, with only a dirty midwife, a
dead mother and a raging rainstorm for company..
Somewhere a life is lost, lost in her own sweet memories, smile on her beautiful face concealing the agony underneath, thanking the thunderous rain for washing away his memories and her corporeal dazed self.
Somewhere a software professional with no life cusses beneath his
breath with a blisfully lifeless nonchalance, blaming indra and thor
alike for drenching his gucci overcoat and puma shoes and rushes to
hide under a tree. Little does he realize that it was the same tree
under which he met his first and final love, the angel in white,
drenched, sensuous..
Somewhere a girl panics, the angry figure of a mother-in-law growing
in front of her eyes as the downpour clouds her vision, her balance,
her poise and her self belief..
Somewhere a guy falls in love, as he turns his head to see her by the
window, the raging wind blowing her hair, pushing it behind, revealing
the beauty hidden in her all these years as the rain smudges a lesser
beauty beyond the window..
Somewhere a boy rejoices not having to go to school, that brings out
the donkey in him and tries to stifle the spark in him, rejoicing at
the onset of rainfall, overflowing with satisfaction, spewing flames
of happiness, a fire fed by the rain.
Somewhere a group of kids dance in the drizzle, a long awaited,
slender, breezy drizzle while the youngest one’s mother looks on
apprehensive about the terra slippera, about the milder cousin of the
scourge of pigs, torn between her kid’s present euphoria and future
pain..
Somewhere is not chennai-it never rains.ever
Episodes from parents’ memories
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 
The days of my life
I had my early schooling at a Christian school called Our Lady’s Nursery. We used to wear a white Shirt with the OLN badge on our shirt pockets. This school is located at Pondy bazaar. I had many of my firsts here, obviously. Flashes of memories of me crying, blood on my shoulders, the guy called Vishnu, my two first best friends, everything is stil visible in my mind’s eye as i write it.
When i entered the school in LKG, i was Just one of the four guys in the class. the rest were girls… It sounds a pretty good thing right now, but i never got to enjoy in that kind of an environment the way i would love to, now.The other three guys were Sunil, Bhargav and ram narayan(i’m not sure about this guy). The last one was the dumbest of the four. He didnt even know how to make a boat. Sunil and me were the budding kids there and we both stole the limelight(or thats what we thought). I’ve been a teacher’s pet since this age and had enjoyed that feeling till 9th standard. Info about that will come later when i write about it. now back to my LKG and UKG days..
My class teacher’s name was Sandra. a very strict lady who struck terror in the hearts of the girls and never cared about us incorrigible guys. beautiful looking too. Girls, when very young, can be quite gullible and innocent as sunil and I found out to our advantage. There have been loads of incidences when we would commit some mistake and blame it on them!! Once when Sunil hit me, i started to cry, and he could do nothing to pacify me. then he said this, still vivid in my memory- “Enna da, Sai priya adichtala, va miss kitta sollalam” (what da, did Sai priya hit you? come lets complain to mam) i didnt know whether to laugh or cry about it, but i am sure that poor girl had a rough day because of a mistake that wasnt hers
During UKG we were tutored/managed by Mrs Martha. a very sweet old lady who had a round face and always kept smiling, and we always kept complaining. After’s Sandra mam’s clutches were gone, we tasted a new found freedom and we relished it to the core. The number of girls increased and that Ram guy shifted to some other schools. So it left just the three of us, Bhargav, Sunil and I, to wreak havoc in the class. This is also where my saga of competing with girls began for the first time. One of the girls who consistently managed to get praise from teachers was Ranjini, a tall studious girl. She was touted my competition by everyone and my parents encouraged me to be better than her(Mum especially). This was when i started to realize that being on the top was not the important thing. Staying there is tougher, as Federer is finding it these days.
We both competed in almost everything possible. A mark here, a grade there we must have tortured the poor teachers for sure. She got the first prize in Handwriting and me in singing. A head to head competition. when you are young, you are so romantic that u always go for the kill. Mum still remembers me coming home, taking off my shoes falling flat on the ground and starting to do my homework. I wouldn’t've removed even my socks but the spark was burning bright that time around. My mum used to recollect that incident, and scold me for ages to come, saying that i wasn’t sincere in studies as before. but that will be after ages to come..
this was the last time of my childhood(and in my life as well) when i played freely with girls not bothering about anything, treating them just like i treated my Sunil and Bhargav cos this was all about to change in my next year, when i stepped into an all-guys 1st standard. A new saga began, more about it in the next post.
IQL
Quizzing is my passion. I love quizzing for the sheer fact that it makes me a child again. It brings out the curiosity in us, something that was ours when we were kids. In an effort to rekindle that fire of curiosity, a close friend of mine called Karthik Narayan set the ball rolling and we met up for the first time in the month of January. The league of extraordianary gentlemen decided to christen itself theIndian Quizzing League.
We quiz every week over sundaes and frappes. to know more about it, visit my other blog iquiz.wordpress.com
My book
i ve long dreamt to write a book. i know am not cut out for it, but still it wouldnt harm to give it a try. but recently karthik narayan, toyed with the idea of writing a quiz book, and i jumped in at it. though half the questions will be his, i can get to chip in with a few of mine too..
am so excited about it and been working on it. ll let u ppl know when the book will be available..
PageRank
just recently checked my page rank. its at a whopping 4 out of ten possible points. my other blogs havent been that great though, with http://hantans.blogspot.com standing at 1 and the rest dont have page rank at all. well i never knew that my blog was this popular. great going, for my favorite blog.
I am Back
yes my blog and readers, i am back. I decided to go to this blog only when i am really in a great mood. yes things are finally looking good and i seem to have a better view of life.
well my college is officially over with my last exams getting over, it was a real spine chilling feeling when i drew the last line on my answer paper and closed the pages. i hopefully shall clear my last three papers, and look forward to get settled in life.
on my CAT front (the exam i ve been working my ass off) i dunno what to say. recently got a call from IIM B but they want me to fall under the non creamy layer. yeah NON CREAMY LAYER. i hate this whole creamy layer non creamy layer thing. my IIM call conversion has become a dream again. i need to try once again with all my force and determination the next year.
so my journey starts once again. i ve decided to monetize my other blogger blogs, but wud surely make it interesting and add bits of fun here and there for sure. so thats about it for now. ll look into life’s other mysteries and be up with another post pretty soon. and this time i shall keep my promise
