Everything Else Is Rubble
The administrative office in front of the main building. In this age of endless information, I sometimes pause and realize something strange. I am drowning in information, but starving for memories. Every day, my mind absorbs hundreds of headlines, messages, videos, opinions, and notifications. Most of them vanish without a trace. Yet when I stop for a moment, memories from forty years ago return with astonishing clarity. Today, for some reason, my thoughts wandered back to my school and its teachers. I remember my kindergarten teacher, Ms. Carol at Little Angels. She was Anglo-Indian, impeccably dressed, and absolutely determined that every letter I wrote should sit neatly within the four lines of my notebook. Not touching the ceiling. Not falling through the floor. Perfectly contained. I don't remember what I had for lunch three days ago. But I remember those four lines. My first-grade teacher, Ms. Alice at BP Indian Public School, was...
U bet! MMKR is a total laugh riot! Oh boy! Tirubu scenes are just too good :D
ReplyDeleteWhere did ya get the DVD from? My local Indian store-wallah does'nt have a copy :(
U can watch this movie hundreds of times and discover a new joke or a pun each time...
ReplyDeletemy latest discovery is - neengalum cook, graamamu cooka ? or something like that !! =))