Yipee, I’ve been tagged.
My firsty first tag of my blog, thanks to archana @ COLOURS.I know, I’ve taken my own time for posting this. Firstly apologies to Archana.I started drafting this post the very next day you tagged me.But sadly, Im in version v5.6 right now, the post had to undergo a lot of changes, many thanks to “Snoop” Dog snooping around my blog and orkut profile.But, I guess some people should stop being such assh**** and try to get a life.
I have no idea how this tag culture works, But going by archana’s info, here how it goes
“Tag for dummies(like me)”
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.
YesterdayYour oldest memoryWhat were you doing 10 years ago?
TodayYour first thought today morningIf you built a time capsule today what would it contain?
TomorrowThis year ….What do you see yourself doing 14 years from now
Here goes,
Yesterday
Your oldest memory
Well, ppl get ur tissues ready….
Getting slapped in the washroom by a bullying Chinese kid at school when I was in UKG.…Hanging in midair for dear life after having slipped of the edge of a low terrace wall by doing a funny look-at-me-I’m-a-monkey” kinda gig…. Visiting Dr.Perumal thatha’s clinic to put oosi , sitting happily in the front detachable basket like seat in dad’s Hercules bicycle….Being chased by a couple of mad stray dogs while driving “hour-cycle” in a slum area. …and walking back to the same slum behind daddy’s legs to identify the dog (just to make sure if its alive for some reasons I didn’t understand then.)…..
I had a traumatic childhood…..poor me!
10 years back
1998- I guess I was in class 8 then.It was the time of my life, where I had so many balls in the air to juggle(Life was bliss then)…..4 hours a day of basket ball practice….school practice, club practice, district team selection, tournaments and very very little of studies…selected for the district team twice in the same year. I was a role model for the teachers to elaborate upon in Moral Science class (hehe…) It was the year Nisha and myself played against each other for the first time in a friendly game and knew instantly she was a bigtime showoff(nisha is gonna kill me for this)…..and it was the year I watched with an evil smirk on my face,the Chinese girl (from UKG) getting slapped by my history teach for getting busted talking to her guy from the classroom window....God bless her(Revenge is sweet, but took its time).
TodayYour first thought today morning.
Yuck its Tuesday….Will he call today? I better beat my dad in atleast today’s game,Damn the old man is still in form… Will he call? wat was that I was pissed abt when I slept last night…Oh yeah, the freaking kichadi for dinner tasted like yellow glue… Will he call? I Should try to out run the old ladies walking in the park…..(brushing)Why does the toothpaste tastes funny today??...mmm…(still brushing) f***, its face wash… (looking arnd hysterical if anyone noticed…)..mmmm..Nevermind..will he call?
If you built a time capsule today what would it contain?
Time capsule, can also travel ahead of time right, Sorry im not too bright with the sci-fi stuff. Given that, I could go on and on.but as already pointed, I have received intelligence that there’s a lot of snooping around my blog, so I’ll hold back on this for now….with due permission from my tagger!
Tommorow.
14 years for now
I wish I was dead!.Seriously!..Not worth the fuss for another 14 years!!
I tag Rahul!! i cant find another blogger. Mabe Rahul can tag 3 instead.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
The dawn was a translucent one., the sky sinfully shown in orange and grey hues . Hazy dew was the order of the day. Everything about the weather was dull ,cold and dark, as if the sun had taken a day off work. But nothing today is going to dither me from meeting Him.After all these years of piled guilt and agony. I was determined for a peaceful sleep tonight.
I let the water from the shower wash over me, wash away the tears. The path from the tears that streamed down my face every night. I only wish, he knew the depth of every drop shed. I clad myself in my mom’s red saree. Red was his favorite color. My mom called it the “lucky one”, the one she was wearing when she met my dad. Saree is not my thing really.But deep down I am a timid girl, no matter how confident I portrayed myself to the outside world.A false being.Only he knew the person I was inside.Only he understood me more than me.
I kicked started by bike, the engine ruefully refused to wakeup. It felt like a bad omen.My body ached devoid all the sleep I didn’t have for the past few days.I had to muster all the little strength left in me on to my legs to kick start my bike. And then, with a familiar sound the engine roared.I then threaded the familiar roads and streets which I was so used to and travelled so many times yet it seemed so unfamiliar now. Everything had changed with time, the shops lining the street and the little houses, now advertised modern architecture. Once bumpy mud roads were replaced with gravelly tar stricken roads which shown mirages in the sunlight. Everything changed with time. I changed with time. The vehicle dutifully stirred its way as if it knew where the driver was destined to be. But, my thoughts were far away from the road.
Will he forgive me?
Will he accept me back after all these years?
“I don’t want you in my life, I don’t need you in my life”,
I said to him on a stormy night, 3 years back. I still vividly remember the pained smile he had on his face when I shouted those words,. as if he already knew that I would regret my decision 3 years later. And here I am standing in nothing but, deep remorse for my past.
There was small group of people outside his place.He is a busy man, he always was. People always seek him for help. and he was well known not to disappoint the ones who came to him.I walked into his place with small reluctant steps like a child on her first day at school.I couldn’t see him with all the crowd inside, I wondered what the occasion was. I craned my neck to get a glimpse of him. And suddenly,as if my thoughts were magically intercomed, the crowd surrounding him cleared and paved way for me to walk ahead.
And there he was majestically seated at the end of the hall, with the same mysterious smile he always had. My knees weakened as I got closer and I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.
I knelt and prayed for HIS forgiveness for all my ignorance and prejudice of my past. I cried and cried for what it felt like an eternity. I could feel the eyes of all the other devotees in the temple, on me. I cared less.All it mattered was, I was with him again and he is my saviour. He alone is my LORD.
I let the water from the shower wash over me, wash away the tears. The path from the tears that streamed down my face every night. I only wish, he knew the depth of every drop shed. I clad myself in my mom’s red saree. Red was his favorite color. My mom called it the “lucky one”, the one she was wearing when she met my dad. Saree is not my thing really.But deep down I am a timid girl, no matter how confident I portrayed myself to the outside world.A false being.Only he knew the person I was inside.Only he understood me more than me.
I kicked started by bike, the engine ruefully refused to wakeup. It felt like a bad omen.My body ached devoid all the sleep I didn’t have for the past few days.I had to muster all the little strength left in me on to my legs to kick start my bike. And then, with a familiar sound the engine roared.I then threaded the familiar roads and streets which I was so used to and travelled so many times yet it seemed so unfamiliar now. Everything had changed with time, the shops lining the street and the little houses, now advertised modern architecture. Once bumpy mud roads were replaced with gravelly tar stricken roads which shown mirages in the sunlight. Everything changed with time. I changed with time. The vehicle dutifully stirred its way as if it knew where the driver was destined to be. But, my thoughts were far away from the road.
Will he forgive me?
Will he accept me back after all these years?
“I don’t want you in my life, I don’t need you in my life”,
I said to him on a stormy night, 3 years back. I still vividly remember the pained smile he had on his face when I shouted those words,. as if he already knew that I would regret my decision 3 years later. And here I am standing in nothing but, deep remorse for my past.
There was small group of people outside his place.He is a busy man, he always was. People always seek him for help. and he was well known not to disappoint the ones who came to him.I walked into his place with small reluctant steps like a child on her first day at school.I couldn’t see him with all the crowd inside, I wondered what the occasion was. I craned my neck to get a glimpse of him. And suddenly,as if my thoughts were magically intercomed, the crowd surrounding him cleared and paved way for me to walk ahead.
And there he was majestically seated at the end of the hall, with the same mysterious smile he always had. My knees weakened as I got closer and I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.
I knelt and prayed for HIS forgiveness for all my ignorance and prejudice of my past. I cried and cried for what it felt like an eternity. I could feel the eyes of all the other devotees in the temple, on me. I cared less.All it mattered was, I was with him again and he is my saviour. He alone is my LORD.
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