Miss you school....

I got my first glimpses of Mother Earth from the place that is passionately called 'Chennai' (it was called 'Madras' as long as I was there? !! :P). For someone who had no clue what the rest of the world looked like; Madras just proved time and again that I was among those chosen to live my life in the most beautiful country on Earth, India.

The beaches just blew me away with ease; the roads looked huge and I always questioned my dad why people needed roads that wide when everybody seemed to have their own homes to live in; the temples around the place were delightful; and the only scary place in the entire city was my school where I had to write on a thing that seemed too soft to take a poke so harsh! The things I was made to write were weird to say the least.

So used to the humid ( if not torrid !!?? ) weather in my birthplace, Bangalore was a pleasant surprise! In simple terms, Bangalore just demonstrated another way of looking beautiful. Simple and elegant. Cool and majestic. No one seemed to be in a hurry. Everyone around had enough time to pamper this little kid ( I was 5yrs old when Bangalore saw me first ) with a few nice words. The structures here were breath-taking; my dad's place of work looked like the first among a spree of monumental constructions, all culminating with one gigantic 'Government' office ( Thats the term my dad used for 'Vidhana Soudha') . Again, I had to spend a lot of time in this city's 'my most dreaded place' - School!

Its been 6 years since I spent a long day at my most dreaded place! Bangalore now looks so much more 'Bangalore'ish minus the dreaded place!

"lessons the dreaded places taught me; were lessons for life;
and that I realize only now.. "

The problem was not with the place; it was with my eye rather. I know that for I can't walk back to that place anymore. All the time I was there, I dreaded it; now when I crave for it, I can't get there for obvious reasons. Wondrous the wheel of time!


Miss you school..

Loved the word 'blog'! Trying it out for the first time.

What is this about? Opinions? Or let some lines flow over from the Keyboard; if they have aesthetic value? Vent out frustration if you find yourself completely helpless? Or find yourself jumping out of joy; through some 'elated' and joyous writing?

I ll figure out for the rest of my life..
C ya..