It becomes a bit difficult when there are way too many thoughts running on your mind to be able to type them out in a coherent manner. Looks like I just need a push to start off. I thought of writing movie reviews since I seem to be doing that a lot in my head and not voicing them out much. But then I decided against it. Though, you may see an occasional line or two, or maybe a paragraph on a flick now and then. I was just glancing at my blog and my, I started out nearly 4 years ago!I cannot believe it. Long way, that. In more ways than one. I finished college, did a bit of SEO and then freelanced for a while, oh, and I grew up (air quotes!), and now, here I am. Back to my blog.
That was one of the songs we used to sing in school. A friend of mine sang the first two lines of it. I sang along with her and completed the song.
It felt really good to be reminded of my school days. I studied in a Christian missionary school. That being so, I was taught a lot of songs, carols, hymns, all that. Our school had a huge hall where we used to assemble and sing songs.
Cartoons have, for loss of a better word, evolved, in a weird way.
I saw a small clipping of the “Power puff girls Z” just a few minutes ago... And, bleargh! Whatever happened to the three cute girls?! Or sugar, spice and everything nice? Hmmm? And Mojo Jojo looks more like a dim-witted monkey than a “villain” monkey.
It's sad, really. Richie rich seems to be one of the few cartoons which still remain the same.
My sister’s school exhibition was held today. Just a little after noon, I took her to the school. It had rained in the late morning, so we couldn’t leave earlier. Unfortunately for us, the exhibits were dismantled and the classrooms closed by the time we arrived there. My sister didn’t mind it. Now, my pre-university college is in the same campus as her school. Same building if you want me to be more specific.
Sis : Lets go upstairs. I’ll show you my computer classroom!
Me : I know where it is.
‘Course I knew. It’s on the same floor as my classroom in 2nd PU. As I climbed the stairs behind the stage, I had a rush of mixed emotions. I expected them. But I still didn’t know how to deal with them.
At the landing of the third floor, straight ahead of me was, well, the loo. But just before that is the staff room. (It’s not as bad as you think.) To my immediate left is my classroom for the 2nd year. One of the non-teaching staff was cleaning out the staff room. She comes out.
Me : Isn’t anyone here?
The cleaner : None right now. They just left.
Me : Oh. Ok. Anyone in the labs? SumanaMam?
The cleaner : Ah.. She must be there. Not sure.
I look at the newly fitted notice board on the wall. It’s filled with notices on the cricket team. Mostly. I smile.
I enter my classroom. The computer lab attendant is writing down the register numbers on the desks. I look around at the empty room. To me, it seems as if I’m actually IN it. At the moment, I’m in THAT moment. I smile again. I withdraw myself from the room.
Me : Come on. Lets go to the 4th floor.
Sis : I’ll show you my yoga class.
She runs up the stairs. I take my own time. I take the immediate right at the 4th floor landing.
Sis : Here. Come on.
She opens the second door on the right cautiously.
Sis : This is my yoga classroom!
Me : Hmmm.
I walk a few steps ahead. The most secluded spot in the college, just near my 1st year classroom. It was huge.That brought back many memories. We’d put up a bench-desk there outside. Or maybe it was already there. Saturday mornings were the best. We had classes from 12 then. Physics class. We used to arrive leisurely... sit there on that bench. Gossip. Talk. That corner was the best.
I stand there and text everyone telling them about my location. Mixed types of replies I got.
One even asked if I was pms-ing when I said I got nostalgic. :D
I walk towards the physics and chemistry lab. I stand at the center of the corridor and look ahead. Below me I can see the ground. In front of me on the third floor I can see the classrooms. Directly in my line of sight, on the other side, I can see indoor games room. I slightly look up.
The grey clouds. The wind. The light rain. JUST like how it was in those days, standing there outside our classroom.
The physics lab had a few students inside. I walk past it without looking in. My sister peeps.
Me : Don’t look inside like that!
Sis : You were asking about some teacher!
Me : Not HER!
The chemistry lab. MeeraMam is inside. So are a few students. I see that there’s no other lecturer. I walk a little ahead and stop. I can see inside of the lab. Students are working. I tuck my hands inside my jackets’ pockets and stand. The chem lab attendant comes from behind me. He recognizes me.
Him : How are you?
Me : Namskara Sir. Fine. Yourself?
*Tilts his head to his left and slightly closes his eyes. A gesture to be taken as “Everything fine here too”.
Him : How are things going for you?
Me : Great.
Him : You had come to the exhibition?
Me : Yes.
Him : Do have relatives studying here?
*I put my hand over my sisters’ shoulder and say,*
Me : Yes. My sister.
Him : Your sister? Own?
*I nod my head*
Him : Which standard?
Sis : I’m in third.
Him : Ok.
Me : Ok bye Sir.
I turn around.
*My sis spots an open door.*
Sis : That’s the terrace!
Me : Hmmm.
We climb down the stairs and reach the ground floor. I look around. I miss the place. It wasn’t much. But then again, maybe it was.
Memories. Lots of them.
The girls, the guys, the crushes, the tears, the bunking, the classes, the lecturers, the crushes again, all that. I miss it. A lot.
:)
One of my friends said, “I swear that place still haunts me in my dreams”. I second his statement.
I use the FM feature in my cell phone to the fullest extent at night. Songs from the available stations continue to play right from around 2200 hours to 0700 hours the next morning. Till 0000 hours I keep changing stations. 0000 hours till 0100 hours I listen to 94.3. I later switch over to Indigo.
The night before last at around 0257 hours, I was woken up by the song ‘I still’ by BSB being played on Indigo. It had been a really long time since I’d actually heard that track from BSB’s previous album. It reminded me of my first year in college. My 1st PU. BSB songs, the ones from the album ‘Never gone’ specifically, evoke one picture in my mind. The dark grey skies as seen from the 4th floor where our classroom back then was located. And the rain and wind too. It also brings back a kind of mood that I’ll try my best to describe here. Its something like a ‘mazed’ mind. I really am not able to elucidate it well. More like, a mystified yet at peace state of mind. Heck! I was barely 17 then! Those songs ALWAYS do bring that feeling in me. And that scene from outside our classroom. Lovely location that, you know? It was the airiest room ever. High above the rest. I miss that place.
But I still am not able to get over that response I get from myself whenever I listen to BSB.
My parents made me listen to a track on the thinking patterns of the human mind. Mostly to do with positive thinking. Just like that. It was really good.
That brought back two memories.
One, when my Mamma had commented that I am a positive person a few years ago. I don’t think she’d agree with her previous statement now. Two, where one of my previously good friends kept urging me to read the book titled “The power of positive thinking”, which I still haven’t.
Cartoons have always captured the interest of the young, and the not-so young, courtesy my Grand Pa. My little sister sits in front of the telly right after she comes home from school and watches ChottaBheem on CN. And later at around 5 Ben10 or something else. She reminds me of MY days as a primary school-goer. I used to come home myself at around 3:30 PM. I used to fling my bag on the chair, remove my shoes, without unbuckling them, mind, and sit down to watch Ninja Robots and Captain Planet. Power Zone, I think the time period was named.
:D
I used to love those shows. Ninja Robots, especially. I had a huge crush on Joe. I thought the names “Mantis”, “Icelander”, “Cybertron” were cool. I used to watch them with my eyes popped out.
I still remember those days. When I see my kid sister, I sometimes see myself in her. Or rather, what I’d been doing in her age. There are, undoubtedly, huge differences. But still.
I found this on YouTube. I was nearly in tears watching it again after all these years. It made me feel real good, though.
