I'm Tagged
This is the first time I have been tagged! Thanks to Deepa ..
The tag:
Two questions in each category answer them and then tag your friends from the blog-o-sphere. (Simple enough right?) Leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged and you are all set.
Your oldest memories
My oldest memory dates back to the time when i was in LKG.I was this troublesome child to my class teacher and to amma. Everytime amma met my teacher, Ms.Angel (Truly an angel in my Life ) ,she would hear the same complaints. Before you could open up your guesses, I was one of the notorious kids in my class, but that wasn the reason to worry. I was notoriously silent. Day in and day out,Ms Angel would complain to amma....Your son is not even opening his mouth, Vaaya
moodikittae irukkuthu( She's Anglo-indian),yaarodayum paesavae mattengudhu... Poor people, they didn know that i was the future Oomakottan in the making.... But being notoriously silent isn't easy and the benefits you reap from are abundant. I was like this "pidichuvecha pillayar"(Ippovum Thaan :) ) and hence i would get all the attention in my household. I resembled a doll back then,whoever took me in their arms, i'd never cry and they'll start playing with me while i'd be reactionless. My minimum(Chinnama) called me zandu balm because of that. Maybe amma
and appa knew i would always be serious and hence named me Santhosh so that,happiness would be there atleast in my name..
I was the darling of girls in my primary school days. There are quite a lot of girls for whom i was the reason of pain. It inflicted pain on me too.Lol..Romba Alayaatheenga...As far as i can recollect,at least 3 gals banged into me in the corridor, in my primary school days and i was a constant source of to Appa- I helped him practise stitching (He's a Doctor). But i admired one thing in him. Even though i am his son,his hands wouldn tremble when he used to give me stitches. But sollave venam....Kannla Kaaveri aaru perukeduthu oodum.
One girl whom i never will forget in my life is Archana,who was my classmate in class 4. She was the one who taught me to write "f" . Believe it or not,it took 2 whole days of teaching to make me write 'f' properly.Poor girl,she had all the patience in the world to teach this dumbo. To this day,whenever i write that particular letter,she comes up in my mind... I wonder if i would ever meet her again.
Yet another incident which people still remember is the inauguration ceremony of "preparing home made idlis" for the first time in my household. We were/are one of those middle class families who thought owning a grinder is an extravaganza just because we couldnt afford it. I was very fond of idlis and dosais but my mother used to import the maavu :) from my grandmother's place and hence it would be made only once a while. Later, one day we bought a grinder. My mom looked like an angel to me that day and i feasted on those home made idlis and notwithstanding that, i went around the entire neighborhood announcing.. "Engamma Idli
suttaanga....Engamma Idli suttanga".... To this day,the neighborhood lady makes fun of me because of that.
What you were doing ten years ago ?
I think i was in class VI. I was praying all the while that my Vth standard holidays should get over as soon as possible and i should grow up all of a sudden that i should step into sixth. Hmmmm.. Not for anything that comes upto your mind,but just for the fact that i could get rid of those Ties and I would put on Pants(Trousers ,they say now) :) . And you'll chuck me out if i declare it's real advantages...I can wear two different socks and escape the eyes of our PT master. :) (The reason was that i used to lose my socks often and end up with different sets) . And yet another "would have" been turning point in my life. Deepavali was round the corner and unknowing a rollcape found its way inside my bag. Being one among those last bench guys at that time,we researched on how to burst it. And,beyond doubt i came up with an idea of using a compass to burst them. Everything worked fine but the timing was awful. The class was full of noise since the staff hadn't come and we thought that it was the most opportune moment. But as usual,though our timing was bad,Mr.Saturn's timing was perfect. The moment the compass stuck the ground,entry of the lady staff,pin drop silence everything was synchronous and "Bang" and one bloody fellow shouting " Maaam,yaaro class'la pattasu vedikraanga",,,, And it was my first moment of fame, Hmm...then wad...Kneeling down in front of the new P.T,quite a few lashes and atlast…I was famous for the wrong reasons. But,thank goodness it was shortlived :). Am just wondering if I landed up in the wrong hands. If I had been spotted by Abdul Kalam,I'd have helped blasting off a few missiles and rockets rather than my PL's and GL's blasting me to keep up with the deadlines.Poor India… Epdi irukkka vendiya naan ipdi aitaen..
Today
Your first thought in the morning
Yet another week of rushing to office at 6.30 and running to catch the bus for the 90 min journey, just to spend time in hi-fi glass cages in front of a machine.
If you build a time capsule what would it contain?
A handful of people whom i regard the most important in my life,my desktop with internet.
Tomorrow
Hmmm... Playing along with quite a few other associates of my company with a million dollar baby and shutting it down and booting it up treating it something worse than a desktop pc.Thinking deep about life.
What do you see yourself doing 14 years from now?
Hmmm... Kaveri Karai Oram... Few acress of land and doing Industial farming. Koovam Karai Oram...One small room with a handful of Dependable guys running a small software firm..... :)
And I tag.... Prabhu
The tag:
Two questions in each category answer them and then tag your friends from the blog-o-sphere. (Simple enough right?) Leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged and you are all set.
Your oldest memories
My oldest memory dates back to the time when i was in LKG.I was this troublesome child to my class teacher and to amma. Everytime amma met my teacher, Ms.Angel (Truly an angel in my Life ) ,she would hear the same complaints. Before you could open up your guesses, I was one of the notorious kids in my class, but that wasn the reason to worry. I was notoriously silent. Day in and day out,Ms Angel would complain to amma....Your son is not even opening his mouth, Vaaya
moodikittae irukkuthu( She's Anglo-indian),yaarodayum paesavae mattengudhu... Poor people, they didn know that i was the future Oomakottan in the making.... But being notoriously silent isn't easy and the benefits you reap from are abundant. I was like this "pidichuvecha pillayar"(Ippovum Thaan :) ) and hence i would get all the attention in my household. I resembled a doll back then,whoever took me in their arms, i'd never cry and they'll start playing with me while i'd be reactionless. My minimum(Chinnama) called me zandu balm because of that. Maybe amma
and appa knew i would always be serious and hence named me Santhosh so that,happiness would be there atleast in my name..
I was the darling of girls in my primary school days. There are quite a lot of girls for whom i was the reason of pain. It inflicted pain on me too.Lol..Romba Alayaatheenga...As far as i can recollect,at least 3 gals banged into me in the corridor, in my primary school days and i was a constant source of to Appa- I helped him practise stitching (He's a Doctor). But i admired one thing in him. Even though i am his son,his hands wouldn tremble when he used to give me stitches. But sollave venam....Kannla Kaaveri aaru perukeduthu oodum.
One girl whom i never will forget in my life is Archana,who was my classmate in class 4. She was the one who taught me to write "f" . Believe it or not,it took 2 whole days of teaching to make me write 'f' properly.Poor girl,she had all the patience in the world to teach this dumbo. To this day,whenever i write that particular letter,she comes up in my mind... I wonder if i would ever meet her again.
Yet another incident which people still remember is the inauguration ceremony of "preparing home made idlis" for the first time in my household. We were/are one of those middle class families who thought owning a grinder is an extravaganza just because we couldnt afford it. I was very fond of idlis and dosais but my mother used to import the maavu :) from my grandmother's place and hence it would be made only once a while. Later, one day we bought a grinder. My mom looked like an angel to me that day and i feasted on those home made idlis and notwithstanding that, i went around the entire neighborhood announcing.. "Engamma Idli
suttaanga....Engamma Idli suttanga".... To this day,the neighborhood lady makes fun of me because of that.
What you were doing ten years ago ?
I think i was in class VI. I was praying all the while that my Vth standard holidays should get over as soon as possible and i should grow up all of a sudden that i should step into sixth. Hmmmm.. Not for anything that comes upto your mind,but just for the fact that i could get rid of those Ties and I would put on Pants(Trousers ,they say now) :) . And you'll chuck me out if i declare it's real advantages...I can wear two different socks and escape the eyes of our PT master. :) (The reason was that i used to lose my socks often and end up with different sets) . And yet another "would have" been turning point in my life. Deepavali was round the corner and unknowing a rollcape found its way inside my bag. Being one among those last bench guys at that time,we researched on how to burst it. And,beyond doubt i came up with an idea of using a compass to burst them. Everything worked fine but the timing was awful. The class was full of noise since the staff hadn't come and we thought that it was the most opportune moment. But as usual,though our timing was bad,Mr.Saturn's timing was perfect. The moment the compass stuck the ground,entry of the lady staff,pin drop silence everything was synchronous and "Bang" and one bloody fellow shouting " Maaam,yaaro class'la pattasu vedikraanga",,,, And it was my first moment of fame, Hmm...then wad...Kneeling down in front of the new P.T,quite a few lashes and atlast…I was famous for the wrong reasons. But,thank goodness it was shortlived :). Am just wondering if I landed up in the wrong hands. If I had been spotted by Abdul Kalam,I'd have helped blasting off a few missiles and rockets rather than my PL's and GL's blasting me to keep up with the deadlines.Poor India… Epdi irukkka vendiya naan ipdi aitaen..
Today
Your first thought in the morning
Yet another week of rushing to office at 6.30 and running to catch the bus for the 90 min journey, just to spend time in hi-fi glass cages in front of a machine.
If you build a time capsule what would it contain?
A handful of people whom i regard the most important in my life,my desktop with internet.
Tomorrow
Hmmm... Playing along with quite a few other associates of my company with a million dollar baby and shutting it down and booting it up treating it something worse than a desktop pc.Thinking deep about life.
What do you see yourself doing 14 years from now?
Hmmm... Kaveri Karai Oram... Few acress of land and doing Industial farming. Koovam Karai Oram...One small room with a handful of Dependable guys running a small software firm..... :)
And I tag.... Prabhu
