Long time....

I didn't realise how difficult it would be for me to maintain a blog.... I hadn't planned on starting one and just leaving it off.... but that's exactly what happened... Somehow found it very difficult to write down stuff.... There are loads of memories , but how to express them..... That is the problem... Anyway since this is my first post in 2007 , guess i should get the formality of wishing my reader ( moi) a very Happy New Year....
I have had a very exciting year till now.... Started off with a "Church Wedding" .That was a great experience... We had a great time with loads of friends and relatives ( that would include just my mom and dad and a cousin) But it was so nice of them to come...
Somehow realised the importance of parents... the sacrifices they go through, the compromises they made... all for your well being... And what is it that they get back in return.... Hmmm.... Guess that should be a separate post with all that i made my folks go through......

Some Memories

Another pleasant memory that I have of my childhood is that of the time spent with Mr.G before he became the busy person that he is today. He is the person whom I adore the most in this whole wide world. We used to go and stay at T aunty’s place every weekend. My brother and I used to take turns. So I used to get to stay there on alternate weekends. During one of the weekends Mr.G took me to the Bypass canal and we had some small plastic bottle tops with us and we sat there and put some of them into the canal and watched them float away (Just realized now that it amounted to pollution).Can’t remember what conversation we had or whether we had any conversation as such. But it must have been real pleasant. How else can it be that, that is one of the days etched in my memory now, all these years later…almost 20 years..
And I also remember talking about that day to one of my cousin’s who had come down from Gulf (yeah yeah Mallus… with loads of relatives in Gulf...)But , as always the story when I narrated it to her (Ms.S) was lots more interesting….I just added lots of imagination…. So it had “us putting some bait in the plastic tops” and “fish trying to jump in and take it” …. And what not…
(To be continued....)

Starting Off

That seemed like an unlikely post to start off a blog.I just had that ready for sometime and i didn't want to work on a new one as of now.
It feels so strange writing on a blog, don't know whether to just continue recording the thoughts or whether to address it to someone ( for the time being , me being the sole reader it doesn't make much sense) The reason why i started blogging is for the basic purpose of recording my thoughts and memories.While going through some blogs , i realised how important it is to record the memories we have .Anyway its only now that i realised how tough it is to pen down your thoughts.......

Childhood

Childhood.... just a simple word.. But the memories associated with it make it so special...
I still remember my school days....... my mom brothers n me... achha would come down once in a year... used to look forward to his yearly visits... I’ve never stopped to think bout what amma would be going through then... how they could stay apart for so long...
Anyway coming back to my brothers and me, both elder to me... we had our fair share of fights... mostly in de evenings when we sit down to do the home work... Inevitably we end up fighting over something stupid... can’t even remember now as to what it was that we fought over... Just remember amma getting fed up with us.... Don’t know why I always think about that. She would be just fed up and in that frame of mind; she would say whatever came to her mind.
Though we used to fight with each other, we were real protective bout each other against any outsider... I still remember our outings in the park near the beach.. there was a rocket kind of thing which you had to climb up and we could slide down then...there will any loads of kids there and lots of aggressive arrogant kids too who wouldn't think twice before pushing other kids aside.. and me was in that kind of situation , and there would always be S to rescue me then... I have some recollection about how he rescued me from a bully once while climbing ... He always used to look out for me.. that was a very nice feeling... maybe i was too used to being looked after that it hurt too much when he wasn't there once when he promised to be there... that is also another memory which clings on to me... n maybe that was de reason that he felt sooooo hurt n is still unwilling to forgive me for sticking on to my decision and defying everyone...
Anyway we used to play in the swing we had at home... it was a double seater and it was awesome.. More so because none of our friends had anything remotely similar to that... made me feel so special... the fact still remains that the memory i have is of one fight we had while playing on the swing...and as usual me got no clue as to de reason, seems so irrelevant now... just remember me sitting on the ground near the wall and our neighbour U aunty coming n asking me what the problem was... ;) usually the fight starts with S pushing the swing faster and faster and I will be shouting at him to slow down, but that would just make him go faster n faster ......