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...
seriously man, even if u had played with ronaldo or federer right from the time u were born, would it have made the slightest difference to ur ability to play sports.
ReplyDeleteremember how u grip the cricket bat, u SUCK!
hi praveen,
ReplyDeletenice thoughts on ur blog. on this post as to WHY INDIA IS NOT ABLE TO MAKE IT TO THE WORLD CUP FINALS, I have a couple of funny takes on that in my blog. do visit it at:
http://ramblingwithbellur.blogspot.com/2006/06/soccer-world-cup-winner-is-predestined.html
and
http://ramblingwithbellur.blogspot.com/2006/06/soccer-its-at-my-fingertips.html
keep blogging.
and just now read that u stayed next to MSIL apts. i have been staying in 16th cross, and me too visited CCL with my friend, though not a member. I was a member of DISCAB Circ. Lib. next to Expert dry cleaners, remember the place?
ReplyDeletenice to know about old malleswaram boys. glad i stumbled upon ur blog!
do visit mine.
Hi RK,
ReplyDeleteI have visited Discab too. I used to get the books from my friend who was the member there.