I love cbe...
I love cbe... After marriage,managing home dept(toughest..as in politics), work n' studies have greatly reduced the visits to my hometown (barely managed to visit once every year:-( .. but thanks to my daughter .. my maternity period was a welcome change - my stay in cbe was close to 9 months...thanks to NOKIA n' my boss too...
My baby had her shots today - its a 5 in one - she refuses to leave my lap ..i have learned to type in one hand n' hold her head with the other hand... n' swing my legs.. with cushions around my seat n' my lap - this setup works fine 4 me n' my sweet baby..she is happy in her comfort zone...she is smiling in her dreams n' ocassionally opening her eyes to check if her cozy setup is alright.... i have got her a crib n' a automatic rocking chair..but those r of no use today.. she knows my touch...
Just a week left in coimbatore... can't help thinking of my childhood days... yday as i walked thr' the familiar streets... i realised how much i missed cbe... such a peaceful walk... i can't even walk this way in blore.. no space:-( .. i passed thr' my old house at kk pudur... i wished i could go inside..sit on the swing in the portico.. all scenes vivid in my memory ... the plants, trees, the way i used to climb the fence to go to my neighbours house ..the way we used to make tents in our terrace with sari, bannana leaves n' sticks... the puppies..i used to give them milk with ink filler.. how my brother and I used to play all around the house.. we had a big space in the front... my brother ..then just 5 yrs old..always used to put the torch in the small water tank.. he made me catch the cat for him..and it bit so hard... when he was 3 - the gate was open and he kept walking in the middle of the street.. a lorry driver picked him up and i went behind the lorry driver shouting its my brother..now the look of the house was changed .. trees cut to accomodate car parking.. no sight of children playing
The days in Bharathi and Avila r also equally memorable... I couldn't help thinking of my close friend.. oh we were so close... studied together..shared so many thoughts..and the hrs spent together.. as i left my good old street I couldn't help asking ..Oh God..why did it all have to end? why did i grow up? i prayed.. to revisit those wonderful moments with my old neighbours, friends, family...just once more....maybe just an hr..i couldn't help the tears rolling down my eyes....they wouldn't stop...
As I passed close to my pesent house.. i was tempted to peep into my school.. how could i forget Nagalakshmi ..our english teacher.. she is a gem.. she was so close..so good.. and my friends..rajashree, gayathri... all our classroom pranks...how could i not peep in... as I entered my school, I saw lot of things had changed... sister patrick was no more the principal.. thank God Nagalakhmi miss was there.. as i stood waiting for her class to finish and wondering if she would recognise me... she came after 10 mins.. she looked quite old now... the strain was visible... as soon as she saw me she addressed me as Raji.. i didn't expect her to remember me.. we had a good chat for the next 15 mins.. i gave her a card and a book (Bhagvatam)..and i told her I would never forget her and she will remain my all time favourite teacher... I could see the joy in her eyes.. she told me ..often after the batch of 12th std students was complete ..she would look at the front rows and scan for familiar faces...and realise they were all gone..but now i had come to visit her after 11 years and she was happy...she gave me a hug .. i didn't know what to do.. i asked her about her latest book collection .. and told her my daughter would split the house into 4 if i didn't return in 10 minutes for her next feeding...i got her phone number and left...
I wish I was a child...I wonder if my child will have a garden to play daily... if she can climb trees and fences.. if i would let her in open wihout me having to worry if the mosquitoes outside would cause her chikungunya, muttongunya, dengue or some other disease.. without having to worry if some car or scotter will hit her...btw, where is the open space?? 723 apartments...6 phases on a little land in the busy marathahalli junction...with plans to convert it to 6 lane..with never ending construction activity.. let alone playing she can't even cross the street... why it takes me 30 mins to cross:-( I wish my I gave my child plenty of space and time to play in the open than give her laptops and mobile phones...
I love cbe...
My baby had her shots today - its a 5 in one - she refuses to leave my lap ..i have learned to type in one hand n' hold her head with the other hand... n' swing my legs.. with cushions around my seat n' my lap - this setup works fine 4 me n' my sweet baby..she is happy in her comfort zone...she is smiling in her dreams n' ocassionally opening her eyes to check if her cozy setup is alright.... i have got her a crib n' a automatic rocking chair..but those r of no use today.. she knows my touch...
Just a week left in coimbatore... can't help thinking of my childhood days... yday as i walked thr' the familiar streets... i realised how much i missed cbe... such a peaceful walk... i can't even walk this way in blore.. no space:-( .. i passed thr' my old house at kk pudur... i wished i could go inside..sit on the swing in the portico.. all scenes vivid in my memory ... the plants, trees, the way i used to climb the fence to go to my neighbours house ..the way we used to make tents in our terrace with sari, bannana leaves n' sticks... the puppies..i used to give them milk with ink filler.. how my brother and I used to play all around the house.. we had a big space in the front... my brother ..then just 5 yrs old..always used to put the torch in the small water tank.. he made me catch the cat for him..and it bit so hard... when he was 3 - the gate was open and he kept walking in the middle of the street.. a lorry driver picked him up and i went behind the lorry driver shouting its my brother..now the look of the house was changed .. trees cut to accomodate car parking.. no sight of children playing
The days in Bharathi and Avila r also equally memorable... I couldn't help thinking of my close friend.. oh we were so close... studied together..shared so many thoughts..and the hrs spent together.. as i left my good old street I couldn't help asking ..Oh God..why did it all have to end? why did i grow up? i prayed.. to revisit those wonderful moments with my old neighbours, friends, family...just once more....maybe just an hr..i couldn't help the tears rolling down my eyes....they wouldn't stop...
As I passed close to my pesent house.. i was tempted to peep into my school.. how could i forget Nagalakshmi ..our english teacher.. she is a gem.. she was so close..so good.. and my friends..rajashree, gayathri... all our classroom pranks...how could i not peep in... as I entered my school, I saw lot of things had changed... sister patrick was no more the principal.. thank God Nagalakhmi miss was there.. as i stood waiting for her class to finish and wondering if she would recognise me... she came after 10 mins.. she looked quite old now... the strain was visible... as soon as she saw me she addressed me as Raji.. i didn't expect her to remember me.. we had a good chat for the next 15 mins.. i gave her a card and a book (Bhagvatam)..and i told her I would never forget her and she will remain my all time favourite teacher... I could see the joy in her eyes.. she told me ..often after the batch of 12th std students was complete ..she would look at the front rows and scan for familiar faces...and realise they were all gone..but now i had come to visit her after 11 years and she was happy...she gave me a hug .. i didn't know what to do.. i asked her about her latest book collection .. and told her my daughter would split the house into 4 if i didn't return in 10 minutes for her next feeding...i got her phone number and left...
I wish I was a child...I wonder if my child will have a garden to play daily... if she can climb trees and fences.. if i would let her in open wihout me having to worry if the mosquitoes outside would cause her chikungunya, muttongunya, dengue or some other disease.. without having to worry if some car or scotter will hit her...btw, where is the open space?? 723 apartments...6 phases on a little land in the busy marathahalli junction...with plans to convert it to 6 lane..with never ending construction activity.. let alone playing she can't even cross the street... why it takes me 30 mins to cross:-( I wish my I gave my child plenty of space and time to play in the open than give her laptops and mobile phones...
I love cbe...
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