It's like you're always stuck in second gear,
Well, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.
i ll be there for you, i ll be there for u, cos u r there for me too..."
When few people tease you, you can never get angry however horrible it is. He is one of that kind.. he ll tease me to tears. Not jus tease but humiliate me to the point of hopelessness but at the end he ll see to it that no word has hurt me and in the process he ll only make me feel so special. he has such deep caring for all of us but on the surface nothing is shown…
I practically grew up with this girl.ppl also say v look alike. Yet she s so different from me. She s everything am not. Only one thing s common between us, v are both lazy. But everyone in my group is, to some extent. We never agree on a point but the wonderful thing is we both always stand up for each other…
And then is this most strict friend of mine. He is lik the warden. Has strict rules and lines that shouldn’t be broken.(by us, those rules are not for him.) but he s the most protective and sweetest friend in the gang. Always caring and feels a concern for everyone in this earth. He can make me laugh and also get under my skin at the same time. He gave me a sweet greeting card with beautiful words and also a feeding bottle (cos of my height he calls me kid) for birthday.
With her I spent most of my time hanging around in the streets of madurai. We both are always bored and we go out “walking” in the bye-pass almost all week ends. Eating pani puri in the road. Though she s capable of eating only half burger at times. (Once she actually told me she was full after eating half burger) We went to all the temples on our way to school during our 12th exams with our last minute prayer for a miracle, we talk for hours over something very insignificant.(we argued over the colours used in a display board we could see very vaguely from my terrace while “studying for 10th geography) she s always been ready to help, talk, listen, anything u want anytime, she s there…
We met unexpectedly thru a mutual friend. And we became very close acquaintances over a period of time then v became best friends. and its almost an year since we met. He is one of those handsome boys who knows that he is very handsome and quiet confident about himself.. We talk for hours and still never run short of topics. he shows a deep care for all his friends, never forgets to say, “I ll make it up to you” wen he s wrong, gets easily riled up and cools down jus as fast… I always find it hard to figure out wen he s serious yet i can trust him always…
She is one of the sweetest girls I have ever met. She is concerned about the people around her, empathetic towards every living soul. In her world, everyone are good until proven guilty (I talk to her for 10 mins and make her feel otherwise abt ppl but still) she s careful not to hurt anyone and has a passion for english. Lazy and careless to the core. And she s so generous that she always keeps her purse full of cash in a bench where any needy person can “take”. (if u know wat I mean) you can actually maintain records for all the things she s lost. She s always ready to listen to people, understand their feelings and be a comfort.
he is my source of comfort, always a shoulder to cry on, a person to laugh with, a secret keeper wen u want one. Even wen I feel everything s down and there s no hope left he would make me see the sun. has the gift of talking sense into people. Whatever may b the topic he can talk on it for hours. (don’t indulge him in conversation on award winning movies tho) wen he has grave problems he would listen to all my meaningless complaints without a word of complaint. Jus thru a msg he can sense my mood and make me laugh at any time of the day… he has no demands no complaints.
wen I was the secretary, she was the president in the coll council. Big eyes and a cute smile, she would flatter anyone. She carries herself with an aura of confidence that is almost contagious. We became so close in a very short time that I miss her terribly in the coll. She s so talkative and smart tat even in an isd call she could go on n on… never tells me what I should do or what I shouldn’t, but listens to all tat I have to say yet blast me wen am being utterly stupid… she s one of the coolest girls I ve met.. my best mate in college..
its already too long so I ll end it here while I am still humming I’ ll be there for you…
and get back with the rest later…
Monday, November 16, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
footprints of ppl...
I was reading a write up about socialising and that made start this blog. Everyone have certain principles and values that are consciously or unconsciously influenced by the people around. And there are many people who influenced mine. And I thought I d dedicate this blog to all those people…
We were first living in the housing board apartments. And in the whole street there were around five girls I guess. we were there till I was 13 years old. One of the five girls, durga, she was my best friend then. But coming to think about, she was the only friend I had in my old neighbourhood. She was very sick and she couldn’t attend school. But her wisdom and maturity s beyond wat any education could give. Never once has she demanded or complained, silently bearing all her problems, yet standing up to what she feels is right, criticising me whenever I had to be criticised, praised me whenever I deserved. Such open criticisms and praises, I ve never got from anyone. If I am so straight forward and considerate it is because of her… I sincerely hope she gets well soon cos she never updates me on her health and never shows that she s sick. Well, that s another thing I learnt from her. Never fuss.
And then we moved from that house to another apartment. For the first time I was with a group of people my own age. It was so exciting. With so many friends in my apartments I learnt to be a part of a group, to socialise with people. And I found myself having a big group of friends in school too. May be I was old enough but still.. the fine refinements and tuning cant be ignored. Till then I never had the interest to dress up nicely. But with so many girls in my floor it almost became a necessity that now I am so obsessed at times… started reading books and I even started studying seriously. And slowly everyone moved out of that place but the change is almost tangible.
And by that time I had written my 12th and I was awaiting my results. (my cousin’s wedding on the day of the result) so I was in kerala. I was all worked up and tensed so I was outside, in the lobby. (our weddings are very long and tat day I dint even realise wat was happening) my parents were busy with the functions and so were everybody. My mum all tensed but still had to take part in the function. My uncle’s friend who was there was talking to me soothing my nerves. Now i can hardly remember his face (but still remember his mush) n of course I remember his light sense of humour. And wen I got my results he was so happy for me. He took my bro and me to the shop to get cake for the couple. And secretly he gave money to bro to get me a cake and he threw surprise party for me! It was the first time I actually celebrated my success!!! And then I decided that I would take up economics and write my civil services exam. He was probably the first person not to laugh at my decision n took me so seriously and give me three books on preparing for civil services.(all 3 were in Tamil n I dint read them yet!) but the gesture itself was such a motivating factor. At times we get the push to dream big from people u don’t even know. U succeed in ur dreams or not u will always remember them…
My uncle, a source of constant inspiration to me. We often hear about old people having a great interest for further knowledge, people with skills in various fields. Well he is one such person. He sings, appreciates music and movies, so well read. He is constantly pushing his horizon, welcoming changes, travelling and willing to learn. He s also writing few stories now. Jus started. He worked in Gulf and now retired and settled in a village. there he s teaching English, communication skills and conducting programs for the kids all free of cost. He is my inspiration to help the people around you without expecting returns out of it. I have such a wavering mind and he s so patient in listening to all my carrier plans and advicing me and at the same time treating me lik an adult. His opinions are so straight forward and to the point tat u will never feel like he s advising (a gift I would say)
My college lecturers, Dr.Chris, Ms.Betty, Dr.suganda. its because of them that I have an interest in teaching. Betty ma’am, she always has a smile for every person, a kind word for every student. Chris ma’am, (my advisor in the final year) maintains a clear difference between fun and responsibility. They treat the students lik adults giving us the freedom and responsibility. And the best part is they don’t treat students lik a bunch of ignorant adolescents but lik people who have ideas and knowledge that only needs to be fine tuned. They don’t believe in lecturing but they believe in sharing ideas, moving from known to the unknown world. U can always find them in the campus among the girls, having a good chat. they are always loved by all the girls and admired by all. I am glad to have been their student...
For all that I have got I owe a great deal to my family! My mum, balancing the office and work load, she constantly makes me feel that all the pressure that I am having now s nothing and I never get stressed. My dad, he s the personification of patience and kindness. I have never seen him shout at anyone. He has a laugh for everyone and a joke even at the worst situations. My bro who is always sweet enough to run errands, giving up things for me… takes pride in every competition that I win and proudly tells everyone about all that I win and do. Its still hard for me to believe that he s so innocent. Cos I don’t remember being such an angel wen I was 13.
and my gran, she s my role model. Even at this age she s capable of cooking a three round meals for the entire family. (she would even scub the floor if v let her) she was born in a very rich family, a big house with plantations in front of her house.(the likes I ve seen in movies only) after marriage she gladly accepted the change. From a big house in kerala she came to a small house in Tamil nadu. She dint know the language or the place yet she successfully ran the household, with the minimum education.
And finally, all my frnds in school. Janu, sai, apee,verti,Vicky, giri, ajay. My group of friends. we are jus like any other group of friends you would see. Full of fun and laugh. Teasing each other and helping each other. They were and they are still with me everyday. Scolding me when I was wrong, teasing me when I behave lik a fool, happy for me even for the smallest success. and so many things I could add on to their list, I don’t know where to begin (I know its so clichéd but still…)
I know I have a long way to go and many more ppl to meet and learn from, but all these ppl have made an everlasting impression in my mind…
We were first living in the housing board apartments. And in the whole street there were around five girls I guess. we were there till I was 13 years old. One of the five girls, durga, she was my best friend then. But coming to think about, she was the only friend I had in my old neighbourhood. She was very sick and she couldn’t attend school. But her wisdom and maturity s beyond wat any education could give. Never once has she demanded or complained, silently bearing all her problems, yet standing up to what she feels is right, criticising me whenever I had to be criticised, praised me whenever I deserved. Such open criticisms and praises, I ve never got from anyone. If I am so straight forward and considerate it is because of her… I sincerely hope she gets well soon cos she never updates me on her health and never shows that she s sick. Well, that s another thing I learnt from her. Never fuss.
And then we moved from that house to another apartment. For the first time I was with a group of people my own age. It was so exciting. With so many friends in my apartments I learnt to be a part of a group, to socialise with people. And I found myself having a big group of friends in school too. May be I was old enough but still.. the fine refinements and tuning cant be ignored. Till then I never had the interest to dress up nicely. But with so many girls in my floor it almost became a necessity that now I am so obsessed at times… started reading books and I even started studying seriously. And slowly everyone moved out of that place but the change is almost tangible.
And by that time I had written my 12th and I was awaiting my results. (my cousin’s wedding on the day of the result) so I was in kerala. I was all worked up and tensed so I was outside, in the lobby. (our weddings are very long and tat day I dint even realise wat was happening) my parents were busy with the functions and so were everybody. My mum all tensed but still had to take part in the function. My uncle’s friend who was there was talking to me soothing my nerves. Now i can hardly remember his face (but still remember his mush) n of course I remember his light sense of humour. And wen I got my results he was so happy for me. He took my bro and me to the shop to get cake for the couple. And secretly he gave money to bro to get me a cake and he threw surprise party for me! It was the first time I actually celebrated my success!!! And then I decided that I would take up economics and write my civil services exam. He was probably the first person not to laugh at my decision n took me so seriously and give me three books on preparing for civil services.(all 3 were in Tamil n I dint read them yet!) but the gesture itself was such a motivating factor. At times we get the push to dream big from people u don’t even know. U succeed in ur dreams or not u will always remember them…
My uncle, a source of constant inspiration to me. We often hear about old people having a great interest for further knowledge, people with skills in various fields. Well he is one such person. He sings, appreciates music and movies, so well read. He is constantly pushing his horizon, welcoming changes, travelling and willing to learn. He s also writing few stories now. Jus started. He worked in Gulf and now retired and settled in a village. there he s teaching English, communication skills and conducting programs for the kids all free of cost. He is my inspiration to help the people around you without expecting returns out of it. I have such a wavering mind and he s so patient in listening to all my carrier plans and advicing me and at the same time treating me lik an adult. His opinions are so straight forward and to the point tat u will never feel like he s advising (a gift I would say)
My college lecturers, Dr.Chris, Ms.Betty, Dr.suganda. its because of them that I have an interest in teaching. Betty ma’am, she always has a smile for every person, a kind word for every student. Chris ma’am, (my advisor in the final year) maintains a clear difference between fun and responsibility. They treat the students lik adults giving us the freedom and responsibility. And the best part is they don’t treat students lik a bunch of ignorant adolescents but lik people who have ideas and knowledge that only needs to be fine tuned. They don’t believe in lecturing but they believe in sharing ideas, moving from known to the unknown world. U can always find them in the campus among the girls, having a good chat. they are always loved by all the girls and admired by all. I am glad to have been their student...
For all that I have got I owe a great deal to my family! My mum, balancing the office and work load, she constantly makes me feel that all the pressure that I am having now s nothing and I never get stressed. My dad, he s the personification of patience and kindness. I have never seen him shout at anyone. He has a laugh for everyone and a joke even at the worst situations. My bro who is always sweet enough to run errands, giving up things for me… takes pride in every competition that I win and proudly tells everyone about all that I win and do. Its still hard for me to believe that he s so innocent. Cos I don’t remember being such an angel wen I was 13.
and my gran, she s my role model. Even at this age she s capable of cooking a three round meals for the entire family. (she would even scub the floor if v let her) she was born in a very rich family, a big house with plantations in front of her house.(the likes I ve seen in movies only) after marriage she gladly accepted the change. From a big house in kerala she came to a small house in Tamil nadu. She dint know the language or the place yet she successfully ran the household, with the minimum education.
And finally, all my frnds in school. Janu, sai, apee,verti,Vicky, giri, ajay. My group of friends. we are jus like any other group of friends you would see. Full of fun and laugh. Teasing each other and helping each other. They were and they are still with me everyday. Scolding me when I was wrong, teasing me when I behave lik a fool, happy for me even for the smallest success. and so many things I could add on to their list, I don’t know where to begin (I know its so clichéd but still…)
I know I have a long way to go and many more ppl to meet and learn from, but all these ppl have made an everlasting impression in my mind…
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