Remembrance

In my third class, nearly 18 years ago I happened to meet a girl - Abirami. She entered into 3rd ‘A’ classroom in St.Antonys matric school in Karur and I was told that she is a new comer to my class. I saw her with a band aid on her forehead and when asked about that, she casually said that she hit her head somewhere (I don’t remember where) and needed some stitches done. Then we started to know about each other. She was naughty, smart, intelligent, humorous, and friendly and gets angry very easily. I couldn’t remember what made us friends. She became my best friend. It is strange that we had many similarities - same hairstyle, height and our birthday too falls on same month and sometimes same marks in exams – many such strange things. I had some of the best time of my life with my friend. We do fight often. But we were great friends.
Till my seventh class, we were enjoying our school life together. After the annual holidays I didn’t meet her in school. During my eight class she had to switch to some other school in Trichy due to some family situations. Those days we didn’t have any contact numbers and there were no means of communications possible as she was not aware/not sure that her family would move to Trichy that year. We both had many good friends in school. But I missed her so much. Once during my tenth class I got her number from one of my friends. That number was not working.
After 4 yrs, when I was doing my 2nd year in college I got her number from a school friend. This time I spoke to her. Since it was after 7-8 years, both of were in search of words. I came to know that she was doing her BBA and planning to do MBA. So at last I found her. After 2-3 such calls I couldn’t reach her with that number. By that time I should have known her email id at least. But I didn’t. I don’t know why we both didn’t bother to know some alternate contact details. Strange. But I’m sure that I will meet her someday.

Thai Pongal

Pongal.... one of the greatest Tamil-festivals.To me, pongal means a lot. Each year I used to wait eagerly for this festival.It reminds me of.... my childhood days when kids of my age group had so much to enjoy.There were a number of competitions for kids starting from running race to dancing contests. Kids in and around my home-village will be present the whole day with so much of enthusiasm. Me and my group of friends compete with each other to bag maximum number of prices but none of us bothered much about our failures. the days when the streets of my village were filled with colourful designs - kolams.My mom, myself and my sister would start to choose the kolams to be done well before the festival starts. On the day of Pongal, by 5 am my house would be surrounded with a lots of such designs. the most awaited part is maatu pongal - celebrating with our cattle. this year too I'm waiting with the same enthusiasm hoping to meet friends and family and have a good time, - those kids' competitions and those numerous kolams will be missing though.

Of writing & of typing

After a long thought I have created a space to blog. What next? Have something to fill....?Actually I couldn't think of anything to start with though I really wanted to...Ahem..!! I guess there are lots of differences between writing & typing. I used to do a lot of hand-writing and I enjoy writing something rather typing the same stuff. May be this feel is just because I dont get the shapes of those hand-written text in this typing. I'm not sure. Or it might be because I'm a novice to this blogging thing....-as simple as that.

Let me see how things turn up and there are chances of getting grt in blogging or the other way round...ie., getting too lazy to just open this page the second time.