Lessons for my kids :))

Noticed how the past couple of blog entries have a complaining tone to it!
We shall talk about something happy today. :)
Like how some of the best things in life happen unexpectedly. Like how your personality has a lot to do with what happens around you as a kid.
Mom hates "socializing". You know going out or inviting people over to 'hang out'. But Dad's quite the opposite.

And..
I'm their kid.
What do I like?

So, unexpectedly, we went to mom's colleague's place one day. And somehow I often remember that day. I mean little things that happen everyday, remind me of that visit.
I don't remember the colleague's name: so we shall address him as Uncle.
Uncle had a huge dog. In an apartment. I was scared of dogs before that day.
But that dog was obedient and friendly and all that a dog can be. That's the first memory I have of me starting to love dogs.
Uncle introduced me to Origami. I enjoyed learning it. It kept me occupied that day and several days after that. Kept my friends busy too..
Somehow whenever I've made that paper ball again, it made me proud that I learnt something new.

Uncle also gave me this book of Hymns. I never used it. It just lay there in my cupboard. One day one of my relatives sees it and throws it out. "Why do you have a book on Christianity at home?" :O
Go be happy in your own religious world if that is what keeps you happy. Don't drag me into it!
I mean my parents never force me to follow things that I don't believe in. Although they believe in it. I think we have that freedom of doing things that feel right to us. And this outsider acted like he has a say in my life.
Why is everyone always  trying to recruit you onto their side?
As of today, I am in no man's land.

I'd like to teach my kids these things. Although I do understand that these things cannot be 'taught'.

Learnt how to make a bird today so I can pass on the joy of learning Origami to my kids. 

The bird would've looked nicer in colored paper I think. There's no "Assam tea uncle's" shop here that I can run and get something from. (There was a shop beside our house that sold arts and crafts and tea and everything in between. ;) Never thought I'd remember THAT of all things.) 

Heaven

Looking at those photographs, they turn around and make me laugh. 
Oh my God! Is that the way I looked! :O 
And all those memories flooding back in. The first year of college. The excitement. 
The ragging. The struggle to make an impression. New friends. Fitting in. Labs. Classes. Comments. Getting thrown out of class. Settling in. Getting to know people better. Those gang of stupid guys who sweet talk with you and talk shit behind you- you know it, but you still can't do anything about it. Those stares you get when you walk by. The poker- face you put on when you pass by, secretly enjoying the attention. :)


Bunking classes. Bribing the watchman to let you out of college. The long walk, riding the bus, shared-auto or whatever ride you get- reaching the movie theatre just in time. Going home late and making up excuses. Getting caught and being grounded. ;)
Those mass bunks. Getting yelled at the next day. Those endless smses sent.Those forwards that you have to forward to your whole contact list. Your first pillion ride at 100 kmph. Learning how to drive a bike. Yelling at someone else, even when it was you who rammed your bike into them. Those coaching classes. Those last minute preparations. The customary burning of the midnight lamp. Dozing off a zillion times but managing to finish the syllabus JIT. The endless wait for the exam results. Convinced that you are gonna fail. And then go out and celebrate when you actually pass (the icing on the cake is when you've topped the class). Promises that you'd visit a temple. Unkept promises. Arguments. The birthdays. The college canteen. Crazy pranks. Laughing so hard that you cry. 


Everybody starts off with hating college and complaining about it. I was no different. And I never thought a day would come and I'd feel this way, but I miss college!

Priceless Expressions

I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can’t erase
You can’t replace it
I miss it now
I can’t believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it!

Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants ;)

Remember in one of my previous posts I wrote I am going farther away from everyone as each day passes by? Turns out, every problem has a quick-fix solution. Except of course if it is of the NP-Hard variety. No matter which part of the world you are in, the heart to heart connection is just a phone call away! I usually speak to Mom for about 10 mins everyday. But last night it went on for about an hour And then spoke to my sis. I think I found my best friend for life yesterday.

There was a point in life when I wouldn't share anything with her. That happened because, I once told her a couple of things and she was like,I'll go tell Mom and Dad wait! :)) Who would want to share anything with such a kid? So  from that point on, we only spoke about impersonal stuff and the gap between us widened.

Somehow yesterday we got talking and went on for a couple hours. All the biggest, darkest secrets of our lives came tumbling out. Some were shocking. Some funny. But whatever it was that we shared, both of us felt the gap close. And THAT people, is the best feeling in the whole wide world.

We're both so different in so many ways, yet we share so many common things. (Common parents for one. :P ) But on a more serious note, both of us hate it when someone we talk to, maybe just an acquaintance, goes and talks about us to others. We wouldn't do that to others. And expect the same from them.
We don't talk that much, although the degree varies- she's of the extreme variety-keeps mum most of the times whereas I only talk to certain people.

Sisters have similar tastes in clothes? Don't know, but we do. And it doesn't match with the other set of cousins that we have.

Just remembered something. I sometimes hate eating Rice. But was forced to eat it every morning. (This was when I was in the third grade and she didn't go to school yet. ) Mom wasn't looking and I put all my stuff in her plate. Paap she had to eat her stuff + mine. Some random memory. Feels nice now that I think of it. :)

On this note, listen to Evanescence. Or something else. Your wish ba! :D
P.S. : The title is the name of a movie she once loved.