Enaku antha school la pidicha vishayam boys and girls friendlya freeya irukarathu thaan. ennoda pazhaya schoola kooda enaku konjam pen nanbargal (englishla sonna thappa purinjikuraanga) irunthaanga. aana engalaala freeya pazhaga mudiyala. Aana inga ore kujaal thaan.
classlaye padikara paiyan Raama..avanaku aduthu naan. Girlsla Ramya (alias currentu kambam) Apram tom and jerry maathiri sridhar & srinivasan. Rendu peraalayum sanda podaama iruka mudiyathu. Sridhar antha timelaye gear cycle vechi irunthaan. athu ilaama oru TVS 50 vera. vella kaara thora maathiri irupaan (thala kooda blonde hair maathiri thaan irukkum). Srini avanukku vecha peru - shoe polish. 'kalailaa shoe ku polish podum pothe konjam un mandaila thadavi karupaakitu vaada' apdinu ottuvaan. Ithula sridharoda tamil vera comedya irukkum... avan style la solla mudiyaathu. Irunthaalum try panren... 'Maadu saani peinnjjidichiii...'
Srinivasanukku manasula manmadhannu nenappu... Aana ethavathu loosu maathiri panni ellarayum sirika vechikite irupaan. Dheena padam vantha time athu. Daily veetla irunthu oru theekuchi eduthukitu vanthu ajith maathiri vaaila vechikitu suthuvaan. Avan daily veetla irunthu eduthukitu vara innoru vishayam - spoon. avanoda saapada seekiram saaptutu spoon eduthukitu rounds poga arambichiduvaan. ellaar saapadalayum koochapadaama spoona vuttu saapada arambichiduvaan. Ivanku sridhar vecha peru - Naara.
Classla innoru jandhu - M Rajesh kumar alias koombu (tamil word for triangle). Avana vida interesting character onnu enga schoola latea join aachu....Peru Tony. French medium. ivan podarathu ellaame vethu scene thaan. oru vithyaasamaana character. Weekend aachunaa saapadu kattikitu british council poi ethavathu padipaan. Oru thadava ennoda pazhaya cycle onna ivanuku 500 rs vithen..(rombha pazhaya cycle)...apram konja naal kazhichi avanga veetuku muthalmuthaala ponen.. Tony avanga akka kita introduce pannum pothu en cycle pathi solla arambichaan. 'naa ipo vaanginen ila oru cycle' apdinu avan arambikum pothe avanga akka 'nallaa emaanthu vaanginiye...antha otta cyclela un friendu unaku freeyave kuduthu irukalaam' apdinu soltaanga...'antha friendu naa thaanga' apdinu introduce aaikiten. rombha asingama pochu....
Apram D Rajesh...parambara parambaraya ivanga MGR fans... athunaala ivan perum MGR nu vechitom. MGR style la pinnadi kaiya kattikitu kuthichi kuthichi vanthu 'Jeeva...sir unna koopidraaru' apdinu solluvaan. Rombha nalla paiyan.
Kadaisiya ennoda crime partner Daniel. Commerce group paiyan but english, tamil classku ellam enga class kooda vanthu okanthuvaan. ivanum naanum epa paathaalum ethavathu aratta adichikite irupom. But epavum avan thaan maatikuvaan. Tamil miss naa pesina kooda ivana kuthittu povaanga.. 'enna daniel..intha poonayum paal kudikumo' apdinu sollitu avan kailaye nongu oru kuthu vittutu povaanga. Intha paiyanukku tamil suttu potaalum padikka varathu...aana ella pechu pottilayum prize vaangiduvaan. (Ipdi tamil theriyaadha paiyan Loyola la padikkum pothu FM Rainbow vecha ella tamil testlayum pass aagi radio jockey aanathu aacharyamaana vishayam)....Sumaara paaduvaan... nallaa dance aaduven apdinu avane sollikuvaan.
Naa school sentha varashathukku munadi varusham annual dayla ivan aadi irukaanaam. Enna song theriyuma? Karakaatakaaran padathula vara 'maariyamma..maariyamma song'. Ithula enna comedy nu kekureengala? Antha paatula avanukku amman vesham pottu naduvula okara vechi irukaanga... dance aadina ella girlsum theechatti sumanthu ivan moonjuku munadi kaati kaati aadi irukaanga. Itha paathu unarchivasapttu enga principal Ramani miss paatu mudinjathum avana katti pudichi azhuthaangalaam. Enna koduma saravana?
Innum en class girls pathi sollala ila? Classla rendu rajalakshmi irunthaanga.. Adayaalathukaaga onnu peru butti(kannadi pottu iruppaa). Innonu per 'Velaya paar' Raaji. 'Velaya paar' raaji adikadi solra vaarhai 'Velaya paar'. nalla ottinaalum atha thaan solluva..kovama irunthaalum atha thaan solluva. athanaala athaye ava peraa vechitom. Apram Saro. amaidhiyaana ponnu. Kadaisiya Hema. Ennoda best friend. Ipo veraikkum. (santhoshama Hema? :)). Hema pathi thaniya oru postla solren.
Enga Ramani ma'am 'Manorama' maathiri oru nalla character artist. ethavathu school functionla school correspondent 'intha palli intha alavuku valanthu irukku na athu Ramani missodaya nermainaala thaan' apdinu ethavathu arambipaaru...athukulla stage okanthukitu irukara Ramani miss kannla thaarai thaaraiyaa kanneer kottum. 'Ipo enna sollitaanganu intha amma kanna kasakuthu' apdinu pasanga comment adipaanga.
Innoru incident. Oru Saturday afternoon. engalukku mattum special class. Classla sir yaarum ila. athanaala boys and girls senthu anthaakshari velayaadinaanga. Samma peekla poitu irunthathu game. boysoda turn. ;va; la paatu paadanum. Daniel eduthu vittaan parunga girlsa paathu...'vaadi potta pulla veliya...en vaalibatha nogadicha kiliye'...Ettu kattaila avan paadina paatu ground floorla iruntha principal room veraikkum kettuduchu. Ellarayum keezha prinicipal roomukku vara sollitaanga... 'yaaru athu appadi paadanathu' ellarum amaidhiya irunthaanga. 'Tony sollu.. nee paadiniya?' 'Ila ma'am. naa raama kaadhula paadinen...avan en kaadhula paadinaan' apdinu etho olarinaan...To our surprise, enga ma'am 'yenna idhu.. asingamaa intha maathiri paadreenga...paadrathu thaan paadreenga nalla paata paada koodathu?' apdinu solli kaatre en vaasal vanthai apdinu rendu line paadi 'intha maathiri padunga' apdinu solli anupichaanga..
Adutha postla enna pathiyum Hemava pathiyum solren...
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
கனா கண்ட காலங்கள் - பாகம் ஒன்று
Enga aarambikarathu... appaa poonthamalli la veedu kattinathunaala naa +2 ku school maara vendiyathu aaiduchu... Annaa college poga arambichittaan... so naa school ku muthal muthala thaniya ponnen... (oru arai kilometer nadakanum avlo than).
First day at school... School uniform innum thaikala. And +2 varaikkum naa kannadi pottadhu ila. Oru plain green color shirt, full hand madichi vittu,light brown jeans pant, brown shoe. Oru kaila brown strap watch, innoru kaila ennoda sembu valayam (epovum thiruvannamalai kovila la vaangina sembu valayam pottu irupen.....ipo kooda). School bag eduthutu pogala. Oru zip vecha kutti filela ennoda puthu maths book, physics book, oru long size note mattum vechi, file la kaila vechi irunthen.
Anniku schoolku Appaa kooda vanthu irunthaaru. Principal Ramani miss (ivangala pathi apram solren), apram Physics sir (palani) kooda intro. Avanga moonu perum prinicipal roomla pesikitu irukum pothu enna oru aayaamma vanthu first floor la iruntha classku kootitu ponaanga. Class eduthukitu iruntha Physics sir thaan keezha princy roomku poitaaru.Oru nimisham class vaasalla thayangi ninnutu, class ulla valathu kaala eduthu vechi nuzhanchen. Pasanga ellam naa etho putu sir apdinu nenachikitu ezhunthu ninnutaanga.
First dayve bulbu.
Apram mudhal oru vaaram, ella classlayum teachers vanthaa visaruppugal thaan. 'Peru enna, appaa enna panraaru, enga padicha, yen inga vantha...' ellam ketaanga. Maths sir antha varusha +2 puthu bookaye (syllabus revised) enkita vaangi thaan paathaaru. Class la, padikara pasanga kammiya than irunthaanga. Ennoda pazhaya school la naa average student na intha school naa than bright student. Enaku appove therinjuduchu, +2 la naa kammiya score panna porennu.
Rendavathu vaaram, puthu uniform, puthu bag, puthu shoe, ellathukum mela puthu specs. New getup. Commerce group class thaandi enga classku pogum pothu 'hey anga paaren' apdinu girls kural ketadhu. :)
First day at school... School uniform innum thaikala. And +2 varaikkum naa kannadi pottadhu ila. Oru plain green color shirt, full hand madichi vittu,light brown jeans pant, brown shoe. Oru kaila brown strap watch, innoru kaila ennoda sembu valayam (epovum thiruvannamalai kovila la vaangina sembu valayam pottu irupen.....ipo kooda). School bag eduthutu pogala. Oru zip vecha kutti filela ennoda puthu maths book, physics book, oru long size note mattum vechi, file la kaila vechi irunthen.
Anniku schoolku Appaa kooda vanthu irunthaaru. Principal Ramani miss (ivangala pathi apram solren), apram Physics sir (palani) kooda intro. Avanga moonu perum prinicipal roomla pesikitu irukum pothu enna oru aayaamma vanthu first floor la iruntha classku kootitu ponaanga. Class eduthukitu iruntha Physics sir thaan keezha princy roomku poitaaru.Oru nimisham class vaasalla thayangi ninnutu, class ulla valathu kaala eduthu vechi nuzhanchen. Pasanga ellam naa etho putu sir apdinu nenachikitu ezhunthu ninnutaanga.
First dayve bulbu.
Apram mudhal oru vaaram, ella classlayum teachers vanthaa visaruppugal thaan. 'Peru enna, appaa enna panraaru, enga padicha, yen inga vantha...' ellam ketaanga. Maths sir antha varusha +2 puthu bookaye (syllabus revised) enkita vaangi thaan paathaaru. Class la, padikara pasanga kammiya than irunthaanga. Ennoda pazhaya school la naa average student na intha school naa than bright student. Enaku appove therinjuduchu, +2 la naa kammiya score panna porennu.
Rendavathu vaaram, puthu uniform, puthu bag, puthu shoe, ellathukum mela puthu specs. New getup. Commerce group class thaandi enga classku pogum pothu 'hey anga paaren' apdinu girls kural ketadhu. :)
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Next in my blog....
Ohh…My blog is slowly turning into my autobiography...And the best part, people are more interested in my autobiography than any other messages i post. (Look in the comments section for all my older posts. No comments for 'Pay it forward' or 'Alzheimer Disease').
And now my best friend Hema is asking me to write about the +2 life that we shared together. For her happiness, I am going to start the 'Kanaa kanda kaalangal' series (Overa thaan irukku...enna pannrathu).
In one way, I am happy to change this blog to my autobiography. When i start writing or reading it after posting, i go back in time and relish all those old memories. So at any age, I can feel young by reading my own story.
I hope my school/college friends too will feel the same. To all other friends, it’s just another story for you folks, sit back, relax and enjoy reading.
About ‘Kanaa kanda kaalangal’, there is no one such big incident like we saw in ‘Nenjam marapathillai’. Unlike my four year college life, the +2 life is just one year story. There were some learning, few untold crushes and lots of little funs with friends.
I will try to write all that flows to my mind in whatever order it comes. Might not be interesting to others but it is just for you, Hema.
-- Dear! Jap Evans
And now my best friend Hema is asking me to write about the +2 life that we shared together. For her happiness, I am going to start the 'Kanaa kanda kaalangal' series (Overa thaan irukku...enna pannrathu).
In one way, I am happy to change this blog to my autobiography. When i start writing or reading it after posting, i go back in time and relish all those old memories. So at any age, I can feel young by reading my own story.
I hope my school/college friends too will feel the same. To all other friends, it’s just another story for you folks, sit back, relax and enjoy reading.
About ‘Kanaa kanda kaalangal’, there is no one such big incident like we saw in ‘Nenjam marapathillai’. Unlike my four year college life, the +2 life is just one year story. There were some learning, few untold crushes and lots of little funs with friends.
I will try to write all that flows to my mind in whatever order it comes. Might not be interesting to others but it is just for you, Hema.
-- Dear! Jap Evans
Monday, November 1, 2010
Toy story
A friend of mine yesterday said that it is hard to think that i played with toys even when i was a kid. (??). I dont know what she thought, but i promised her that i would write my toy story here in my blog.
When i was a kid, i really was an ordinary kid. I loved toys like any other child. I reckon playing with my imaginery soldiers (can be toys or pens or just my bare fingers) in a never land battle field. And when i played, it was always fights and fights forever. There wouldn't be any story. And thanks to our tamil cinemas then, my hero would always start fighting only after getting beaten black and blue. Later when the hero raises, the villain had no chance of standing before him...dishoom, dasham, ghumaal, dumeel...thats all.
The first toy i could ever remember was a small rubber teddy bear that would make sound when you squeeze. I had a pink colored one and my brother had the same in yellow color. Then a baby doll that closes her eyes when we tilt it a little bit. i.e., it would close its eyes when we lay it flat. This baby doll was a favourite of my father's sister who was studing 7th or 8th then. (so young athhai(aunt) because she was the 7th daughter of my grandpa and my father was the first son). When she comes home for leave, she would shower this baby doll, dress it, comb it and even feed it by keeping some food in its mouth. We loved watching my doll and aunt playing together.
Then i remember having a military Jeep and my brother got a fancy red car. Then a blue soldier toy. And the best ever was my he-man. I invited my friend home just to show it to him. Most of the afternoons, i would just lay in my bed playing with that tough guy. (dont remember what my brother got when i was having this blue soldier and he-man.)
My brother grew sooner than me and get past this toy era. He started playing with neighboorhood boys and girls. It took a long time for me to get out of my never land battle field. In fact, very longgggggg.
My dad being a government officer, used to get transfer often. Everytime we moved, we would trash the toys or give it to relatives. So when i reached 7th standard, there was no toys to play with. Our play shelve was full with cricket bat, stumps, shuttle cork bats, basket ball, chess and carrom board. Somewhere inside me, i still wanted a soldier toy. I was so shy to ask my dad since i was a little man already. And i was scared what my mom would say. As always, I bugged my brother to convey it to my dad. I would do some help to my bro and would ask him to do this favor in return. This continued for months. Somehow or the other, we didn't express my desire.
One day, there was an ad for dabur honey. Buy a medium sized bottle and you get a soldier toy free. It was my time to act on. I showed the paper to my bro and we decided that we would ask for honey which we said is good for health and insist in buying dabur honey. My dad was trimming his moustache. I went near him casually (nervous inside) doing something else. My brother followed me to the dinning table and we were unnecessarily moving things in the table signalling each other to start the conversation.
Finally i spitted it out. 'Daddy, look at this ad. This honey is good one, my friends said.' Without turning back he said 'yes honey is good for health. I would buy you one'. Then he continued his work. Half part was done. I looked at my brother. It was his turn to tell my dad to buy the same brand so we can get the toy. 'If we buy this honey we get a toy free. Jeevan wants the toy'. He said it easily (it was my problem right) and we (or I) anxiously waited. 'Ok, I will surely buy' my father said again. We ran to our room and i was so happy and waited for the honey bottle.
Two days later, honey bottle arrived as my father promised. Different brand and no free toy. :(
The longing for the toy grew inside me and i could not take it anymore. I took a brave decision few months later and asked my father shamelessly. I could not say if he was shocked or surprised. He was laughing a little. 'You have grown like a man and you want a small toy at this age?'. It was a casual question but it hurt me inside. I said 'Alright fine' and turned back. Something told me that my father would definitely buy me as he cannot see me feel like that. That weekend, my father had to go for a two days camp to some place and he came back on a early morning.
I stealthily went to his room and searched his bag when he was sleeping. I checked his table and his cupboard. Alas! There was no toy. Disappointment. Frustration. Upset. I went back to my room and promised never to ask anything and talk to my dad for some days. It was bright and sunny outside and i went out and sat outside the home thinking of something else. Dad called me from inside. I went to his room as a silent boy and stood there without talking. My father took the small packet from underneath the bed and opened it. It was a small red soldier, exactly what i asked. I forgot all my feelings earlier and thought inside 'my dad is the best dad in the world.'
Happy time started for me and i started playing with it for years.
Yes, I am little embarassed to say that it all happened when i was 13 years old. But what to do? The child inside my heart is still alive. Waiting for my kid so that I can be with toys once again. :)
When i was a kid, i really was an ordinary kid. I loved toys like any other child. I reckon playing with my imaginery soldiers (can be toys or pens or just my bare fingers) in a never land battle field. And when i played, it was always fights and fights forever. There wouldn't be any story. And thanks to our tamil cinemas then, my hero would always start fighting only after getting beaten black and blue. Later when the hero raises, the villain had no chance of standing before him...dishoom, dasham, ghumaal, dumeel...thats all.
The first toy i could ever remember was a small rubber teddy bear that would make sound when you squeeze. I had a pink colored one and my brother had the same in yellow color. Then a baby doll that closes her eyes when we tilt it a little bit. i.e., it would close its eyes when we lay it flat. This baby doll was a favourite of my father's sister who was studing 7th or 8th then. (so young athhai(aunt) because she was the 7th daughter of my grandpa and my father was the first son). When she comes home for leave, she would shower this baby doll, dress it, comb it and even feed it by keeping some food in its mouth. We loved watching my doll and aunt playing together.
Then i remember having a military Jeep and my brother got a fancy red car. Then a blue soldier toy. And the best ever was my he-man. I invited my friend home just to show it to him. Most of the afternoons, i would just lay in my bed playing with that tough guy. (dont remember what my brother got when i was having this blue soldier and he-man.)
My brother grew sooner than me and get past this toy era. He started playing with neighboorhood boys and girls. It took a long time for me to get out of my never land battle field. In fact, very longgggggg.
My dad being a government officer, used to get transfer often. Everytime we moved, we would trash the toys or give it to relatives. So when i reached 7th standard, there was no toys to play with. Our play shelve was full with cricket bat, stumps, shuttle cork bats, basket ball, chess and carrom board. Somewhere inside me, i still wanted a soldier toy. I was so shy to ask my dad since i was a little man already. And i was scared what my mom would say. As always, I bugged my brother to convey it to my dad. I would do some help to my bro and would ask him to do this favor in return. This continued for months. Somehow or the other, we didn't express my desire.
One day, there was an ad for dabur honey. Buy a medium sized bottle and you get a soldier toy free. It was my time to act on. I showed the paper to my bro and we decided that we would ask for honey which we said is good for health and insist in buying dabur honey. My dad was trimming his moustache. I went near him casually (nervous inside) doing something else. My brother followed me to the dinning table and we were unnecessarily moving things in the table signalling each other to start the conversation.
Finally i spitted it out. 'Daddy, look at this ad. This honey is good one, my friends said.' Without turning back he said 'yes honey is good for health. I would buy you one'. Then he continued his work. Half part was done. I looked at my brother. It was his turn to tell my dad to buy the same brand so we can get the toy. 'If we buy this honey we get a toy free. Jeevan wants the toy'. He said it easily (it was my problem right) and we (or I) anxiously waited. 'Ok, I will surely buy' my father said again. We ran to our room and i was so happy and waited for the honey bottle.
Two days later, honey bottle arrived as my father promised. Different brand and no free toy. :(
The longing for the toy grew inside me and i could not take it anymore. I took a brave decision few months later and asked my father shamelessly. I could not say if he was shocked or surprised. He was laughing a little. 'You have grown like a man and you want a small toy at this age?'. It was a casual question but it hurt me inside. I said 'Alright fine' and turned back. Something told me that my father would definitely buy me as he cannot see me feel like that. That weekend, my father had to go for a two days camp to some place and he came back on a early morning.
I stealthily went to his room and searched his bag when he was sleeping. I checked his table and his cupboard. Alas! There was no toy. Disappointment. Frustration. Upset. I went back to my room and promised never to ask anything and talk to my dad for some days. It was bright and sunny outside and i went out and sat outside the home thinking of something else. Dad called me from inside. I went to his room as a silent boy and stood there without talking. My father took the small packet from underneath the bed and opened it. It was a small red soldier, exactly what i asked. I forgot all my feelings earlier and thought inside 'my dad is the best dad in the world.'
Happy time started for me and i started playing with it for years.
Yes, I am little embarassed to say that it all happened when i was 13 years old. But what to do? The child inside my heart is still alive. Waiting for my kid so that I can be with toys once again. :)
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