Cris’s World

I heard somewhere recently that it was hard to forget old injuries, of the mind. I find that absolutely true in my case, not that I think its anything appreciable. I wanted to be someone who’d harbor no feelings against the cause of injury - people. Why I write this today is cause I think I have crossed that stage, but then again I am not entirely sure after a fresh new wound.

Today, I finally got around to doing what I planned for a few days now – walk around the city and see the Onam celebrations. Both times I went out last week were during day time so I missed the illuminations. Well past evening, it was all there today. I promised a sick friend I will make a report, so doing it though it was pretty much a usual walk around the city.

I actually went for an orkut community meet today. Why the actually-part needs stress is because like one of the people there pointed out, I usually have a face covered pic in my profile – so going public was not really my thing.
Anyway, this entry is to do an official report of the meeting. So here goes.

I landed late with my friend, who had to be tucked into the community a few minutes prior to the meeting. Five of them were there already. A couple of them I already knew and seeing them after years of scrapping was a huge joy - Sreejith and Vids. Three others were Sajith, Vivek and Sambath. And then there was my friend, Drisya.

Teacher’s Day.
Saluting all teachers who had the opportunity… err chance… alright, fate to teach yours truly.
Teach - that word though is relative. What was accepted as teaching, what was expected, looked forward to, what was really received all makes a difference. Nevertheless teachers are teachers and all of them have in one way or another, taught something that must have effected personality, character, thoughts and ideas in ways immeasurable and directions untraceable. Thank you oh mighty teachers, thanks a lot more oh less mighty ones. For fear was not my idea of token to teachers, respect was.

I have sad news to make. I am resigning. As a daily blogger. All attempts to write daily have been failing. Cause 1, I run out of ideas, 2, I had a weird realization that writing when you don’t have ideas could be bad, and 3, I cant keep track of time – I forget that daily is daily and not 3 days later.

There is a fourth very important reason. I started to churn out absolute rot. Look for instance what I thought I will paste here one day –

Purpose of this post: Personal reasons jotted below. Plus advertisement for the blog camp happening in Kerala. Which, according to time statistics might be a slightlyyyyy late initiative. Nevertheless, my contribution - the link to the blog camp site.

Current Confusion troubling mind taken from an email to a friend.

Birthday of one really close person today. Been to a party to celebrate the occasion. Really enjoyed the girl-girl chats for the entire 2 or more hours there. Forgot what it meant to be chatting absolute nonsense in a group you belong. In college or school or in the company of cousins half-cracked as you are! Realized again enjoyment happens when you are totally and completely unaware or unbothered about what you say or reveal or how you behave. Ok being a restaurant I couldnt exactly do high jumps or sing “The Vengabus is comin”.

Realize I talked about dancing a few days back. I just am back from a few wild minutes of dancing to Jaane Tu songs. And I am as good as a, mm… err, as a chocolate doughnut that lost its chocolate. In one word, tired.

Two instances took me down the memory path to childhood today. One, a fellow blogger went nostalgic in her post and another, a phone call with an old classmate from 4th grade when we talked about the totally nonsensical activities very importantly undertook, all those years ago.

My friend, I will call him MR, talked about his crushes from age 7. At age 9, when he was in my class, there was this girl who was the class topper. Another of MR’s “recipient of ardent admiration”. MR gladly stopped by-hearting poems knowing the teacher would ask him to sit with the girl and learn from her. MR told me another story of his 6 year old self always feeling comfortable when he had company in receiving corporal punishment. “The only relief when that happens was in knowing my friend was next”.

In 12th, we were taken to Padmanabhapuram palace from school. My friend GL had blogged about it. She was apparently annoyed by all the noise the girls were making. I don’t think I noticed all that. My primary activity on reaching any old or ancient buildings was to imagine totally insignificant everyday-moments of people all those ages ago.