It is always a time for laughter and cheerfulness when I am at my aunt’s home. My 11-year-old cousin is the source of amusement and I keep giggling at everything she says or does.
The other day when I had been there, my aunt and mom had gone for shopping and we both were alone at home. We were getting bored, so I asked her to tell about her class.
She thought for sometime and exclaimed,” Yea! I will tell you this incident.” and continued,” There is this girl in my class. One day she asked a boy, who was absent for some days, ‘Why were you absent for so many days. Are you feeling fine?’ to which the boy replied sadly,’ No, I’m not feeling fine.’
The girl innocently asked,’ Why da? What happened?’
The boy said,’ Every night you come in my dream and tell I love you. That’s why.’”
I burst out laughing and wanted to know what happened after that.
It seems the girl gave one tight slap on the poor boy’s cheeks and the entire class started laughing at him. And the young Romeo started crying.
My cousin went on to narrate another incident that happened in her class on the Valentine’s Day. A boy had brought a red rose that day. During the lunch break, he called a girl to tell her something. Curious, she and her gang of friends went near him to know why he was calling her. The boy gave her the rose and said, ’I love you’.
I wanted to know how this girl reacted to it. It seems this girl burst into tears.
My cousin’s opinion: What the first girl did was right. That boy deserved the slap!
Her neighbour who is just one year older to her, seems to be learning to see the world through rose tinted glasses at this young age. She has begun to realize that ‘ Love is great!’. I really don’t understand what makes her say that, but it seems she has told my cousins that she feels like falling in love with every other guy she meets.
Such things did happen in my class too when I was their age. It started around the time we were in the 7th std. Once, a girl confessed her love to a boy only to get blasted by him. A few months later, she asked for another boy’s heart on his birthday. It was really amusing to see people falling for their classmates and some senior boys falling for the girls in my class. Teenage!
Those are the most memorable times of one’s life. Every emotion and experience seems so new.
This is the time when you start talking back to the very parents who taught you to speak.
You discover a new person inside yourself.
You fall for someone who is one among the ordinary people you meet in your life and one fine day, he/she becomes the special person for whom your heart flutters.And the whole world seems to be a happy place to live in. Now, why so many people seem special to you at this age is just beyond human comprehension. But then, if it keeps you in that rosy mood, who cares for the explanation?
And yea, this is the time when whatever the elders say seems like a lecture and we realize it much later in life that it all made sense, after all. That too, when you are imparting the same piece of advice to a younger sibling or cousin or your child. Everything that seemed reasonable at that age seems so crazy now.
Being at the other end of teenage, it is really enlightening to see that every teenager thinks and feels the same way irrespective of the generation they belong to.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Monday, April 17, 2006
Hostel Days
We were watching ‘Minnalai pidithu’ song from the Tamil movie Shahjahan on the Sun Music channel… It brought me the memories of the times when I used to stay in hostel during my college days. Actually, any song from movies like ’12 B’, ‘Parthale Paravasam’, ‘Thulluvatho Ilamai’ and other popular songs of that period, take me back to those days.
We were eight girls, including me, who had joined the college that year. We were from different parts of TamilNadu and I had moved from Calicut to Chennai for pursuing my engineering course. We all became a close-knit group pretty soon.
Our hostel was outside the college campus (coz the college is in a remote area, far away from the human population). Since there wasn’t enough space for us eight in the main hostel, the college had taken an independent house in the next street for rent, where only we first years stayed (away from our seniors, apparently to keep us in the safe hands of innocence).
Now, staying separately did give us some freedom, which we couldn’t have enjoyed staying right under the warden’s nose. We were not supposed to listen to music loudly else our radios or tape recorders would be confiscated. Being in an independent house was a real boon we were blessed with.
The picture that comes to my mind whenever I listen to the songs I had mentioned above is this…
A bright, sunny Sunday afternoon… the room is filled with sunlight… me on my bed and under the fan, which is running at full speed… my long and wet hair dangling from the pillow where I was laying my head with my eyes closed, sounds of my friends chattering or washing buckets full of clothes … all this with the constant music from the audio cassettes which were already in a bad condition because of playing them umpteen number of times.
I remember, in our first year, once we had called a spirit to predict our future using a coin that moves on a board which has the English alphabet, numbers from 0-9 and a ‘yes’ and a ‘no’ on it. I’m sure most of you must have tried it. An important thing that should be taken care of when invoking a spirit, it seems, is that we should never call the spirit of some person who had died in an accident or had an untimely death in their youth. Else, it seems, it would never leave you. Spooky!
Among the several silly questions we asked, we wanted to know in which year each of us would get married. And guess what, the girl who vowed that she would never marry was told that she would wed in 2006 and those who wanted to marry early were told that their wish would be fulfilled in 2009(sounded like an eternity for them). He he he… now when I think about it, I feel so embarrassed that we called a wandering spirit only to ask such silly questions. But surprisingly, its one prediction did come true… that girl who was against getting married did indeed get married in March 2006. Coincidence?
It is not like I miss staying in hostel or I wish I could relive those days in college again, but then I’m happy that it was a part of my life.
We were eight girls, including me, who had joined the college that year. We were from different parts of TamilNadu and I had moved from Calicut to Chennai for pursuing my engineering course. We all became a close-knit group pretty soon.
Our hostel was outside the college campus (coz the college is in a remote area, far away from the human population). Since there wasn’t enough space for us eight in the main hostel, the college had taken an independent house in the next street for rent, where only we first years stayed (away from our seniors, apparently to keep us in the safe hands of innocence).
Now, staying separately did give us some freedom, which we couldn’t have enjoyed staying right under the warden’s nose. We were not supposed to listen to music loudly else our radios or tape recorders would be confiscated. Being in an independent house was a real boon we were blessed with.
The picture that comes to my mind whenever I listen to the songs I had mentioned above is this…
A bright, sunny Sunday afternoon… the room is filled with sunlight… me on my bed and under the fan, which is running at full speed… my long and wet hair dangling from the pillow where I was laying my head with my eyes closed, sounds of my friends chattering or washing buckets full of clothes … all this with the constant music from the audio cassettes which were already in a bad condition because of playing them umpteen number of times.
I remember, in our first year, once we had called a spirit to predict our future using a coin that moves on a board which has the English alphabet, numbers from 0-9 and a ‘yes’ and a ‘no’ on it. I’m sure most of you must have tried it. An important thing that should be taken care of when invoking a spirit, it seems, is that we should never call the spirit of some person who had died in an accident or had an untimely death in their youth. Else, it seems, it would never leave you. Spooky!
Among the several silly questions we asked, we wanted to know in which year each of us would get married. And guess what, the girl who vowed that she would never marry was told that she would wed in 2006 and those who wanted to marry early were told that their wish would be fulfilled in 2009(sounded like an eternity for them). He he he… now when I think about it, I feel so embarrassed that we called a wandering spirit only to ask such silly questions. But surprisingly, its one prediction did come true… that girl who was against getting married did indeed get married in March 2006. Coincidence?
It is not like I miss staying in hostel or I wish I could relive those days in college again, but then I’m happy that it was a part of my life.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Graduation Day
Yesterday was our Graduation Day.
The Union Cabinet Minister ,Science & Technology and Department of Ocean Development, Shri.Kapil Sibal was the chief guest.
His speech was really encouraging. One of the things that he mentioned ,which I felt that it was for me, was to have clear objectives and stand by your principles even if there is no one to support you. That made me realize that the reason why I failed sometimes was because I didn’t have a clear goal as to what I exactly wanted to do.
His speech was given to us all in the form of a booklet. That was one thoughtful gesture by the college.
Apart from being an important day in our lives it was also April Fool’s day yesterday. And I did get fooled… by my camera. Due to some problem, it refused to freeze the precious moments. I was disappointed that I couldn’t even take a snap of myself in the graduation robe, proudly holding the degree certificate in my hands with my camera. I had to use my friend’s digicam.
It was fun to be back in college and not to worry about the longlist of rules that we used to follow as students. The rules were now told to us in the form of “requests”.
We had lunch at the college canteen. It was after a long time, almost a year, that we were eating there. Usually, during such functions, the lunch would look as well as taste good. This time it wasn’t so. Reminded us of those days when we used to lose our apetite at the sight of those rock hard pooris and the taste of bisi bela bhath or fried rice.
At the end of it all, I was glad that those college days are over and am now enjoying a completely different life at work.
The Union Cabinet Minister ,Science & Technology and Department of Ocean Development, Shri.Kapil Sibal was the chief guest.
His speech was really encouraging. One of the things that he mentioned ,which I felt that it was for me, was to have clear objectives and stand by your principles even if there is no one to support you. That made me realize that the reason why I failed sometimes was because I didn’t have a clear goal as to what I exactly wanted to do.
His speech was given to us all in the form of a booklet. That was one thoughtful gesture by the college.
Apart from being an important day in our lives it was also April Fool’s day yesterday. And I did get fooled… by my camera. Due to some problem, it refused to freeze the precious moments. I was disappointed that I couldn’t even take a snap of myself in the graduation robe, proudly holding the degree certificate in my hands with my camera. I had to use my friend’s digicam.
It was fun to be back in college and not to worry about the longlist of rules that we used to follow as students. The rules were now told to us in the form of “requests”.
We had lunch at the college canteen. It was after a long time, almost a year, that we were eating there. Usually, during such functions, the lunch would look as well as taste good. This time it wasn’t so. Reminded us of those days when we used to lose our apetite at the sight of those rock hard pooris and the taste of bisi bela bhath or fried rice.
At the end of it all, I was glad that those college days are over and am now enjoying a completely different life at work.
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