Wednesday, June 24, 2009

It feels nice !

To start with,most of the blogs that i have read are either technical or nonsense..Me writing technical will eventually end into nonsense so i prefer to write hard core i assume that dint make much sense ... :P
Well everything around us changes as we grow up..One thing that i am writing about is the fact that when we are kids people "teach" us stuff..As we grow up we learn to use big,fat books n learn stuff ourselves..But once in a while it feels nice to have someone else incharge n follow his instructions blindly..In the past few months i have had that experience twice...
I had joined a japanese language class..It reminded me of primary school where teacher would show how to write alphabets,numbers and show pictures and recite poems.We were taught small chapters ( 1 page each) and were made to learn meanings and phrases covered.We would all stand up,cover our ears and start shouting the meanings loudly ( the loudest wins !).The neighbours usually peeped in giving weird looks but who cares!.Then there were the poems (their nursery rhymes i guess).We had to memorize them as well and then enact ( or dance! ) accordingly.It just brought back so many memories :)
I am currently learning to drive a car.Thats one cool experience.The first day we went out i saw a truck coming my way.Though it was at a safe distance and i knew kaka(my teacher) had all controls at his feet,I panicked and pressed whatever was under my feet.The car stopped suddenly and one not-so-friendly riksha-wala came to my side and yelled "kay tai..kuthe challi?"..On my first day itself i managed to halt traffic on vitthalwadi road.This reminded me of the days i learnt to ride my first bicycle with bro running behind me.I knew i wudnt fall coz he had held the cycle :) Some unwashed memories that never leave us..It just feels nice !
I got this message from one of my friends today..Perfect for my blog-
" I want to go back to the time
when "getting high" meant "on a swing"
when "drinking" meant "apple juice"
when "dad" was the only "hero"
when "love" was "mom's hug"
when "dad's shoulder" was "the highest place on earth"
when "worst enemies" were "your siblings"
when the only thing that could "hurt" were "skinned knees"
when the only things "broken" were your "toys"
and when "goodbyes" only meant "till tomorrow" "

Until my next blog,bye bye!


  1. waahhh.. Nice..ekdum ummmm..nostalgic memories.. :-)

  2. Good to see you here... Hope to read more from you...