Thursday, October 19, 2006
walk in the night into my past
Am Supposed to have been studying for my math exam, when all on a sudden i lost concentration and started thinking about school, my teachers, my friends from 20 years ago and college , my hobbies and my priorities then.. Oh boy, who is this me... i hardly am what i used to be... I wouldnt have grown up if i knew i was going to be like this.
Just where is that person i used to be... m eyes look the same ,everything else is different.... I was googling away all the names of the people i used to know. I found some, some were dead, others married and gone abroad.. some gone just plain broad... Found some interesting blog sites.. Some have lost track of time, others track of how many boyfriends and girlfriends they have had and lost...
I spent a long time wondering when i was happier... Just then i heard prithvi cry... He wanted his midnight paalaa.. thats when i knew where i belonged and where i would be happy.. with Prithviraj... my 16 month old baby... it was 2 am and then i rested my poor eyes for a bit and gotback to my Math workbook.
Just where is that person i used to be... m eyes look the same ,everything else is different.... I was googling away all the names of the people i used to know. I found some, some were dead, others married and gone abroad.. some gone just plain broad... Found some interesting blog sites.. Some have lost track of time, others track of how many boyfriends and girlfriends they have had and lost...
I spent a long time wondering when i was happier... Just then i heard prithvi cry... He wanted his midnight paalaa.. thats when i knew where i belonged and where i would be happy.. with Prithviraj... my 16 month old baby... it was 2 am and then i rested my poor eyes for a bit and gotback to my Math workbook.
Friday, July 16, 2004
Willy Nilly
He would have been in class 5 then, just when they were being introduced to the Geometry box.. Every one in class had to have one , some brought in brand new boxes and others worn-out hand me downs. Long before we knew what we had to do with those instruments, our hero Willy started to apply science to daily living. He slit the eraser in two and plugged the nostrils of his bench mate with them...
The poor fellow was struggling to breathe and Willy wanting to help, again went into action , reached for the divider and stuck it on to the eraser in his blocked nose and lunged the pieces of rubber out and in the process tore the delicate skin on the nostrils.
There was a bloody mess...and long before willy realised what was happening, both boys were whisked away to safety...
There was a meeting where both pairs of parents discussed at length how naughty Willy was and how he needs to calm down and how the teachers need to chain him and tie him to a pole...before he "attacks" the next child...
Willy does not remember anything beyond this as he was whacked and out cold, and probably gounded for what seemed the rest of his life...
The poor fellow was struggling to breathe and Willy wanting to help, again went into action , reached for the divider and stuck it on to the eraser in his blocked nose and lunged the pieces of rubber out and in the process tore the delicate skin on the nostrils.
There was a bloody mess...and long before willy realised what was happening, both boys were whisked away to safety...
There was a meeting where both pairs of parents discussed at length how naughty Willy was and how he needs to calm down and how the teachers need to chain him and tie him to a pole...before he "attacks" the next child...
Willy does not remember anything beyond this as he was whacked and out cold, and probably gounded for what seemed the rest of his life...
Monday, July 12, 2004
Perspiration
Should i tell you how lousy it is to get your abdomen scanned?
I guess this will be the worst things I hate, next to puking in hairpin bends on the road to the Nilgiris into polythene packets smelling of old oil and salty snacks.
It is always so that i end up drinking more water than my poor bladder can hold. By the time we drive to the lab (which of course is anything but a smooth ride) i am half dead and willing to let go of all my earthly belongings just to be allowed to ease myself.
Scans are a good thing, especially when you discover that your sister-in-law will deliver twins, or that you find out about this abnormal bulge in the lower abdomen threatening to turn cancerous and you save somebody's life.
They have so many names for it but all they do is to cause some of that sticky goo to "plirch" on to you and stick a cold knob across your tummy ( and sometimes into you) and feel the follicle or the abdomen or the bilateral posterior or the unilateral anterior....or the clinical this and the pathological that...
Some of them who perform this whole phenomenon are well trained Technicians others doctors and a few frustrated nurses. If you are out of luck you end up with the third kind and you are treated a little better than a rabid dog in the government veterinary hospital
You feel like you have a Brooke inside of you and you sometimes can hear it gurgle while you're waiting on that endless queue at the lab and the power fails and you have to wait for a whole hour before you are done and can ease yourself...You passout and the next thing you know is that you are back home collected and placed on the WC. Your legs are sore and wet from the very many hours you ve been sitting there....
I guess this will be the worst things I hate, next to puking in hairpin bends on the road to the Nilgiris into polythene packets smelling of old oil and salty snacks.
It is always so that i end up drinking more water than my poor bladder can hold. By the time we drive to the lab (which of course is anything but a smooth ride) i am half dead and willing to let go of all my earthly belongings just to be allowed to ease myself.
Scans are a good thing, especially when you discover that your sister-in-law will deliver twins, or that you find out about this abnormal bulge in the lower abdomen threatening to turn cancerous and you save somebody's life.
They have so many names for it but all they do is to cause some of that sticky goo to "plirch" on to you and stick a cold knob across your tummy ( and sometimes into you) and feel the follicle or the abdomen or the bilateral posterior or the unilateral anterior....or the clinical this and the pathological that...
Some of them who perform this whole phenomenon are well trained Technicians others doctors and a few frustrated nurses. If you are out of luck you end up with the third kind and you are treated a little better than a rabid dog in the government veterinary hospital
You feel like you have a Brooke inside of you and you sometimes can hear it gurgle while you're waiting on that endless queue at the lab and the power fails and you have to wait for a whole hour before you are done and can ease yourself...You passout and the next thing you know is that you are back home collected and placed on the WC. Your legs are sore and wet from the very many hours you ve been sitting there....
Friday, July 09, 2004
This is a result of the Blogging influence K and B have had on me...
Its not quite where i want to be and that too on a Friday at 8.28 pm....
Some how got around doing this after 6 months of thinking about this and warding off laziness.
I think i will also call it the cybervent and say all i want to about what i think and feel about people, places and things.
Wish i was back where i belong .. in the warmth and coziness of my home of 1980...Dad, mom,the turkey and our one eyed chick, the garden beds, Alabina, Prema Velayudhan, and the old oak trees we left behind....not to forget the doublebean kitchen garden and Chotu the Apso.
Some how got around doing this after 6 months of thinking about this and warding off laziness.
I think i will also call it the cybervent and say all i want to about what i think and feel about people, places and things.
Wish i was back where i belong .. in the warmth and coziness of my home of 1980...Dad, mom,the turkey and our one eyed chick, the garden beds, Alabina, Prema Velayudhan, and the old oak trees we left behind....not to forget the doublebean kitchen garden and Chotu the Apso.
