Its almost three years since I left my den facing the coconut jungle.Understandably the lady of the house who is possibly jobless at times,would have ranged through my cupboards and drawers,read through my old autograph books,commented on my grades in the second standard report card and would have tried in vain to make some sense of my super hero scrap book along with her two new friends – three year old sreekutty and five year old luttappi.
A few months back luttappi dug out a honey dew pack from underneath my entrance study material and boy,I was in bad bad trouble.I somehow managed to put the blame on some friend of mine with long hair and a black shirt – its easy on the phone.I dont have such a friend and I wont get anything for luttappi when I go back.
The new item that has surfaced this week is one of my ‘Christmas exam’ papers,thirteen years after the genius wrote it.Beauty is I was able to recollect what happened that day.It was one of those stupid english papers where you have to write an official or personal letter after the long essay.Personal letters take time so we used to attempt the official letter.The question was to write an official letter to the Suptd of the police department informing him about a missing person.
I chose my cousin whom I loathed at that time for comparing his marks with mine and
talking to my mother about that , as the person who has to go missing.
I got stuck in the middle of the letter where I had to give the skin colour of my cousin as part of the details.He was not black,not brown,something near white.Its not actually white because white is the colour of the exam paper.If I could add some red to white I’ll get his colour.I thunk and thunk but to no avail.Time was running short but just before the teacher collected the sheets it struck me.I wrote,my cousin is yellow in colour.
Things haven’t changed much,yesterday I spell-checked ‘believe’ and ‘continuous’ though I got them right and momentarily thought speak and talk are the same.
I managed a ‘fair’ grade inspite of the red marker-pen circle around my poor ‘yellow’.Its sometimes fun to have something very foolish in your cupboard and calling home is always fun.
Nostalgic. made me think of some of the things I had written. I have a lot of letters my husband wrote to me from India when we were first married, sometimes I open that special box and look through them. I think everyone has something special like that they hold on to that makes them happy.Beautiful post.
Well, going back the memory lane, i remmeber writing in my tenth standard Hindi exam(transalated into english)’night came, tommy (my dog) came near me and we slept”…raath aaya, tommy mera pass aaya, hum soya….and my!, i became the laughing stalk in my hostel for a few days…
Good post
starry nights,thanks 🙂 yeah sometimes it is a lot of baggage but at times its fun too
alex,dont talk about hindi papaers man that would be a laugh riot,hindi used to be so much fun…LOL !
Ahhhh….. kids rifling through your cupboards, moms running search ops on your belongings/under your bed!
I guess one can live through the mortification if they find your “naughty” stuff you still keep for nostalgia’s sake but it’s when they find evidences of our “genius” that one wishes the kind Earth would open it’s jaws and swallow him..
One of my pals had an affair with this colleague of his and true to my Iago-Narad-Misogynist-Spoilsport nature I tried to convince him to drop it and instead concentrate on “higher” fundaes like food. As an example I told him of the dangers of his children finding out from old files that big bad scary Daddy had onlee 68% against Mommy’s 86%.
Didn’t work…. 😛
Well,
BVN, since i have relocated, could you change my link address from blogspot to wordpress.
pappan, its less about nostalgia and more about utility.I wud have searched my room a hundred times for that one full pack of gold flake.pinne,enikku baakiyonnum manasilyilla,englishilum maru-bhasha undennu manasilayi 🙂
alex,i changed the link,your new template looks great 🙂
BVN, thanks for the compliment!
we had to write an essay on ur favorite leader and my sweet classmatre wrote my name and an ESSAY on ME!!!!!!!!!! ( i was the class leader at that time) ;)))
awesome !!!!
i love ur style of writing and these kinda articles ..
u better watch out for luttapi .. else u’ll get into trouble !
“yellow in colour ” … hilarious man ! hilarious ..
but wait … red + white = pink .. not yellow !
Dew drops,when you become more world famous it cud go on auction,better collect it now.i was class leader for two hours once,my longest stint 🙂
Deepa,thanks a lot.
i’m lookin for a maayavi.actually i missed the primary colours class ,think i had fever that day 🙂 explains
wow..it should be fun goin through stuff written long time back..
i only have my progress cards with me!! ;(
Lol! yellow? I had my own clasification when I was in school…the people in amrika were pink, in china yellow, in india brown, and in africa black…no offence to anyone…but noone can say how kids reach to the conclusions they do..
Haha..
I can imagine any three or five year old laugh heartily at that..
😀 😀 😀
..Me
neihal, welcome. my cousin was from china in that case 🙂
rose, even i tried imagining that…pretty tough one that is…LOL
mathew, yeah…school stuff is fun…but i’m a bit afraid of the skeletons of college time coming out 🙁
Ahhhh….. kids rifling through your cupboards, moms running search ops on your belongings/under your bed!
I guess one can live through the mortification if they find your “naughty” stuff you still keep for nostalgia’s sake but it’s when they find evidences of our “genius” that one wishes the kind Earth would open it’s jaws and swallow him..
One of my pals had an affair with this colleague of his and true to my Iago-Narad-Misogynist-Spoilsport nature I tried to convince him to drop it and instead concentrate on “higher” fundaes like food. As an example I told him of the dangers of his children finding out from old files that big bad scary Daddy had onlee 68% against Mommy’s 86%.
Didn’t work…. 😛