My best Christmas memory….... Years ago when I was in Bangalore I met Br Joshy and Br Jobby from my alma mater St Anthony’s college by chance; we hardly used emails then and FB groups didn’t exist! They were finishing their theology course in Kristu Jyoti. They invited me one Christmas to accompany them to a nearby village where they used to teach. The occasion was Christmas and the event was a talent show for the kids. I was to judge a dance competition and I was quite at a loss with myself since I wasn’t born with any artistic skills whatsoever nor did I cultivate any ever! I cannot forget the reception I received there. Throngs of children in bright toothy smiles gathering to see me. They wanted to know how to address me and Br Jobby quickly said ‘Sister’. So all around I could hear sounds of Hi Sister, Hello Sister, Welcome Sister. When the actual show began, there was no need to judge. I was fascinated by the children and their simplicity. Their dance simply left me enthralled and I wished big time to join them. But I was a judge! And a Sister! I scribbled the score each time a new contestant took the stage! I just could not decide who was the best! But I gave 10 on 10 to a girl of 4 or 5 years who came and stood still and smiled till her teeth ached! Br Jobby or Joshi smiled at me and said ‘But she did nothing?’ I said ‘But I am the judge!’
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Thursday, 22 December 2011
Saturday, 4 June 2011
Bangalore
I have memories from Bangalore that I cannot forget. My second home after Shillong and the first time I have been away from home. No doubt the place where you go to school/college is always special because you have endless memories of little things. Memories of your first visit to the college, memories of the first class that you attend, memories of the first friend that you make and so on that just stays on.
Just as I started writing this, I am taken to the first day at hostel. My parents dropped me there and there was a girl from Jammu for whom that was the first day too. She was not my classmate and I can't remember her name now. I can vaguely remmeber her face too. I will have to ask one of my friends whether they can recall. We nearly joined our beds because my room was big and empty. This room became the envy of many others later when they thought that I had got the best room. Talking of the night I remember I woke so many times and was nearly waiting for the day to break in.
Slowly as other girls joined, we formed a group. We were eight girls and all from different parts of the country. But good for us, we had many similarities inspite of differences and these similarities have kept most of us close to each other then and keeps us going even now.
The image of the college brings back memories and one day I would surely like to visit the place. Hope it is sooner than later.
I am reminded of the Sunday mornings which started for me with arranging the clothes for the laundry when we were in hostel and later washing our clothes when we started living independently. I would make sure that this was the first thing that I did so that everyone got their time and space. A visit to the nearby shop to get the newspaper and read it with my morning tea and breakfast is something which I enjoy doing even today. I have to do both the things together or else it just seems so very incomplete to me.
Just as I started writing this, I am taken to the first day at hostel. My parents dropped me there and there was a girl from Jammu for whom that was the first day too. She was not my classmate and I can't remember her name now. I can vaguely remmeber her face too. I will have to ask one of my friends whether they can recall. We nearly joined our beds because my room was big and empty. This room became the envy of many others later when they thought that I had got the best room. Talking of the night I remember I woke so many times and was nearly waiting for the day to break in.
Slowly as other girls joined, we formed a group. We were eight girls and all from different parts of the country. But good for us, we had many similarities inspite of differences and these similarities have kept most of us close to each other then and keeps us going even now.
I am reminded of the Sunday mornings which started for me with arranging the clothes for the laundry when we were in hostel and later washing our clothes when we started living independently. I would make sure that this was the first thing that I did so that everyone got their time and space. A visit to the nearby shop to get the newspaper and read it with my morning tea and breakfast is something which I enjoy doing even today. I have to do both the things together or else it just seems so very incomplete to me.
Sunday, 29 May 2011
Holi 2000
The best things in life come when you haven't planned for it. The pleasure of unexpected happiness stays on with us for a long time. So, was the Holi of 2000!
We friends lived in a rented accomodation during our post grad days. We really didn't mean to do anything different except for sprinkling colours at each other so as to keep the tradition alive! But the idea struck when we went to the neighbouring shop to buy some more coloured powder. We visited some of our friends to wish them but ended up getting coloured from nose to toe. Soon, we decided to try the same on other friends and soon there was a multi-colored gang on the street.
We walked among the lose sand and the hot sun. The dirt and the heat didn't matter anymore. As we reached for other friends, there was no stopping. We played not only with the traditional colours but also with eggs, indigo and mud! The ultimate icing on the cake was when someone splashed an entire bucket full of water which resulted in a water splashing virus which was never ending. I even hit myself on the head and everything seemed to stop for a split second. But I didn't mind it and assured others that it was nothing and we continued as long as we could.
Come every Holi since then and I am taken to the Holi of 2000.
We friends lived in a rented accomodation during our post grad days. We really didn't mean to do anything different except for sprinkling colours at each other so as to keep the tradition alive! But the idea struck when we went to the neighbouring shop to buy some more coloured powder. We visited some of our friends to wish them but ended up getting coloured from nose to toe. Soon, we decided to try the same on other friends and soon there was a multi-colored gang on the street.
We walked among the lose sand and the hot sun. The dirt and the heat didn't matter anymore. As we reached for other friends, there was no stopping. We played not only with the traditional colours but also with eggs, indigo and mud! The ultimate icing on the cake was when someone splashed an entire bucket full of water which resulted in a water splashing virus which was never ending. I even hit myself on the head and everything seemed to stop for a split second. But I didn't mind it and assured others that it was nothing and we continued as long as we could.
Come every Holi since then and I am taken to the Holi of 2000.
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