2012: Human-nature battle

Its yet another warning sounded by our technocrats in the Hollywood. The director has shown a perfect coherence in his scripts. The last part of the film which portrays the tracking of disaster is something praiseworthy. The African Geologist has made his part laudable by his clear diction and body language.

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TRACES OF THE PAST

Have u ever wondered visiting your school after entering your college?? Perhaps 2-3 years later….If u had done it so, these lines can certainly take u down your memory lane; make you exult in the days of excitement, favorite teachers, silly fights, tough punishments...

Two drops down my cheeks …for those days which I can never get back... but only replay…

It was last winter. I had completed my third Semester exams. I was much relieved. I wanted to see my school and my dear teachers. My school has two buildings. First, I entered the building where I had spent hours listening to my teachers till my 9th standard... I was looking out for my favorite English madam. Her name is Mrs. Kamala Kishore. A Dynamic teacher who can attract her students just by her words. Yes, for next few seconds, I had lost myself in those ecstatic moments which I had with my favorite teacher and my eyes started searching her. If not for her imposition, I don’t know if I would be writing the spelling of words like “opportunity”, “business” correctly, even today…

Ya there she is... My eyes spotted her. But this time my eyes deceived me. It was not her. Just then I spotted my Tamil teacher. I went inside her class. She could identify me very well. She remembered my name even after so many years and called me “Vaa Aishwarya eppadi irukka?” My happiness went out of bounds. Ya really those were some halcyon moments. Typically not though always, I used to sit in second bench in that class where I could see my juniors; many identified me; called me “akka ippa neenga Endha College?”

I moved my steps outside the class taking a sweet leave from my Tamil madam. Many new faces. One teacher even thought that I had come to pick up someone. Many of my teachers had resigned. Then, I walked to the main building (as we call it).

That was the path through which I had carried bundles of books for my teachers. All teachers used to like me so much, not only for my academic records, but also for my ‘chubby cheeks’. Even now I remember some teachers call me during lunch hour and pinch my cheeks.

By then it was allmost 3.30. Time for the final bell and evening prayer!!! The choir girls rushed inside for the prayer. That brought a flash of one more nostalgic moment, when I was also a part of school choir group singing the Christmas carols …

I kept my first step. I recalled my heydays and sorrowful fights with my friends in front of the main building. There shouted a voice… “Who r u? You can’t enter now…” That was the watchman for whom I had given company so many days while waiting for my mom. I said,” uncle don’t u remember me?”. That was sad… He couldn’t …

That was the moment when two drops of tears ran down my cheeks. Really, I was disheartened to the core. The path which I had trodden in past several times without any permission now requires permission and specific timings...

I left my nostalgic building with a heavy heart and tears stagnant in my eyes….