Three Became Four....

Its evergreen in my mind even now...on sep 1st,1993...early morning by 6.30a.m...my dad came rushing to me...Booma....Booma....GET UP...I woke up..starring at my dad...yenna pppa?I could know from his eyes that he is overjoyfulll....I was confident that he is going to buy me some chocolates ...he replied...thangachi pappa puranthachu!!!wow...I was very happy!felt like flying high!he asked me to get ready fast...he brushed me....explaining how the 15cms length new life looks like...I was dressed in white skirt and violet shirt(my wednesday uniform)...he took me in his bicycle ..i was sitting in front...i was asking so many questions...appa will you keep my name to her?she will play with me pa?can i take pappa in my hand pa?my dad was laughing for all my questions....still i remember he said...Booma "nee than periya ponnu...u must teach her everything...u must take care of her....so n so n so....i nodded for everything....then he stopped ridng...he said hey "ethuthan hospital...pappa vulla eruku"...I grabbed my dad's fingers..walked along...he opned one door...i saw my mother's face...she was lying on a bed...she called me inside...she made me to sit near her...n asked saptiya?I didnt even hear wat she said....I was searching ...my dad showed hey Booma come here....ooops a pinkish very small baaaby!!!i touched her ...she was like a velvet cloth....suddenly took my hand back...my dad again made me to touch.. n said she iz your sis take care!.(he doesnt know that one day we both would break his head and torture him continuously for all small silly things).....yummmy days and years have passed by...now i have her nearby...expecting her to comment on this post...awaiting to fight during our supper....Thanks God...for sending her to me!!!!

Ya I just wanna say u this one also,I hope I was in my 1st standard..not a studious girl I am..but a very studious girl...will be in the top 50 always(my class strength was 50)...It was in the month of jan i hope so....my fellow teachers encouraged and motivated us as much as they can to participate in the drill for the annual sports meet...I was the one who stood first to give my name(dont ever and never think i am interested in sports ,it was just because my teacher said she will give a new jiggujiggu pink dress for me)...ya practice session started..continuous trials...123456789 next change...987654321..next change...(I liked this rhythym... only rhythym)why is that in all the schools all the PT teachers are old and very strict?...ya there was also one of that sort....she called " students come out,form a circle...I was very thrilled...so many questions came to my mind...how to do that?go near geetha or divya?big one or a small one?...I was just thinking about these...but all were rushing and one girl pushed me and I fell down....ZZZZ..wat an injury ...I just dont know what happend...my PT miss came ...she took me in her hands..called my parents..my mom rushed...ho no...I was unable to open my left eye...I felt heavyness on my left side....I heard my mom's shoutings.. neenga ellam yenna panitu eruntheenga?pavam en chellam...so n so n so....they took me to the doctor...he sprayed some powders...gave some tablets...and finally came to my home...first thing I did was ..I got up from my mom's lap, went infront of the mirror and saw what happened really...nothing much...but a very big swelling just above my left eyebrows...I just turned to my mom in a very sad posture...mom immediately said ...pothum nee schooluku ponadhu...ennum oru varam leave potudu...hip hip hurray!i felt very happy...came back running to sleep in my mom's lap again!

My first day in my school...

ooops!feeling great to share this one.......my first day...i woke up early...my mom dressed me up in dark blue skirt and sparkling white shirt....new school bag hope had nothing except for some snacks and one 90 pages double lined notebook...(ya i must say this even now a school bag(new one) would be there always at my back whenever i walk out)....i was pakka ready..waved my hands to my father said him that i would meet him in the evening...walked through my streets...my mom was expressing her happiness to all those who crossed our path...reached my school....one dark angloindian women stopped us and asked ..what new admission?my mom replied ..yes....Booma...LKG 'B'...admission card mam...that dark lady took it from my mom...she saw that and allowed us to get inside...my mom took me inside LKG'B' ....she made me to sit in the first bench and said "Booma...nalla padikanum ...miss solratha nalla ketuko...azhakudathu..amma kellambatuma..."I was feeling alright till that moment...but the moment she said azhakudathu...I dont know wat happened i felt like crying aloud...I started as loud as i can...my mom tried to stop...but nothing stopped me...that dark women suddenly came inside ...she grabbed my hands and said "keep quiet! finger on your lips" turned to my mom"madam you can go...we will take care".I felt like slapping her...but didnt.. somehow convinced myself by beating a girl who was sitting and crying next to me....it started this way ...they taught me 123....ABCD.....YEPPAPPPA....so many years......