MEMORABLE DAY!!!

It's quite a long time and after a lull i am back here with some interesting experiences.For those senile critics who lament the death of tradition and culture in the present day world , our kalyani natya kalaalaya can be a rejuvenation. Its the month of august and the festive mood in my bharatham class has begun.This is one such instance in the plethora of fun which we have in our bharatham class.

Early in the saturday morning , my friend's call reminded me of the function(salangai pooja)we had in our bharatham class. Albeit i was happy in spending time with my cute mam and our sir i was a little annoyed by the sea big assignments i had in my college for the following week.Still i actuated myself with the zeal to enjoy the function.As i was deeply engrossed in myblissful memories , i remembered the mammoth task of wearing the saree. I was really tweaking myself to get adjusted to it. The clock struck 3'o clock .I was quite presumptuous about my digi cam .I even had wild and wide plans to image every corner of our class just for me to realise that i had no charge in my 8 mega pixel monster. Ghosh!!!all my plans were in vain.Yet i had few other silly ideas to get one from my friends.I took my mobile, finished my usual prayers before leaving my house and with an air of confidence and complacence i started driving towards my bharatham class.

The weather was was really hypnotizing. Poised saturday evening,balmy breeze,relaxed mind,Darkening clouds.Ho!! my thoughts started wandering so long that i had to really focus myself to drive my vehicle.I was deep into so many nostalgic dreams.whosh!!! very tough to bring me back every time.My class would be roughly 400m from my house.Albeit, i had a battle with my attire, the ambient weather was an antidote.

I reached my destination.As usual, i was the last one to reach. My friends were already there.Air was perfumed with the fragrance of incense sticks.The acoustics of the hall was laudable. I accede that i was quite bemused by the close resemblance of the priest of the function to my teacher's son. I was truly agitated when he spoke to me in telugu when i was busy engrossed in a deep talk with my friend.In the midst of all this, i somehow managed to take a few clippings in my friend's mobile.

The pleasant music played was highly animated.Arrays of small children, all in gorgeous dresses followed by their parents, their catwalk aggrandized the acceleration of the function.And silly me,again lost in my childhood memories.My first day in my bharatham class, my first guru, Me holding my mother's hand and standing in the line during my salangai pooja.Just then the very call from my madam woke me up.

The priest was chanting all those baffling ,ambiguous mantras, everyone was busy and i was amicably moving around just to see myself in the mirror in my saree amidst the august gathering. The pooja was coming to an end.M e and my friend Bhuva were getting ourselves ready for singing .I was presumptuous as i had already prepared my notes for the song. My teacher's son played the mridangam. He is a profound mridangist. Anyway we managed it.

Finally everything was over.The crowd was receding after greeting my teacher for her arduous efforts.Then it was the most awaited moment for me. M e and my mam gave a sigh of relief.We all garnered to eat the most coveted pulidarai (our sir's speciality). We all dispersed after exchanging warm greetings. It was a visual treat to everyone of us. My heartfelt wishes for mam and sir -quintessence of hardwork without whom it would not have been possible.

I was exhausted and retired to bed soon after reaching home.Nice and sweet memories which will linger in my mind forever.