Alight..Hey its an adjective!!

The saga is not gonna end frndz..By the way its gud that u've patience in enduring me. The convent education by nuns in a Girls School in fact helped me a lot in developing a sense of fear against the Testosterone charged group...luckily my mother was aware of that bloody fact! Since she is from a family of one sister for four brothers ,she never wanted me to suffer from an inferiority complex in gender difference, which led me to get admitted to a famous mixed (co-ed) college in that city. Those were some fairy tale kinda life where i saw politics,love,murder,fun and much more...

The college is a symbolic representation of lushing greenery and exquisite scenery.The ambiance invited everyone to have a personal relationship with the college, with its infrastructure and within the students. The college is equally famous and notorious for politics and its unions.I really njoyed the elections,preparations,campaigns,results and the whole energy with dramatic sequences put into it.

I am thankful for an education system called Pre degree where I could get delighted in my teen years. I never had any relationship of that kind in which I could say..YES I really manipulated my teenage, in fact I always nurtured crushes and infatuations on one or the other. I know its quite common for an adolescent. I really thank God for protecting me during those days from falling into any kind of pit.

I was part of an organization called Brains Trust, where personality and leadership skills of students were fostered. My caliber was put to test at the Board of examinations and i passed out Predegree to start my major innings in an engineering college.

The Memoirs!!!

Yes..words provide wings to our ideas and i feel that writing is an art. When it comes to writing about myself i believe that am a girl filled with enthu and faith. Born and brought up in a family of educated, employed parents i was able to move with a positive approach towards life. This attitude of taking matters in an optimistic way had become a part of my nature!

My childhood was quite colourful i feel...My father's job related transfers gifted me different schools, friends and vibrant environments...Still remember the Anglo Indian teacher who after giving an assignment, applying her glossy lipstick :)

The quiz competitions which i tuk part in...the njoyment in guessing the right answer and giving the buzzer...the excitement i shared with my partner in guessing the (Picture-Guess) Victoria Building in Calcutta..winning accolades..sometimes gaining nothing....whatever..it was fun...

Not to mention the sweat generated by my stress filled medium Gift of Gab :) .My hanky cudn swipe it off...The times I stood for Vote of Thanx and forgetting to thank the chief guest...

The thrill i had in my first dance step...the pride when i lighted a cigar and tasted for my drama..Hey ..we got district level prize for it and received zero award for state level..hehehe

The greatest fun was in organizing these events when i became the Asst.School leader...arranging costumes for my TABLEAU...The people had to enact Princess Diana and Mother Teressa...Diana cud manage dress...but for Mother...we hadto visit the Missionaries convent..They helpd us to get into the outfit and that theme won First Prize...The greatest fun was comin back frm their convent in our van and wooing boys forgetting our dignified costume of theirs..i still remember the shock generated by a bike rider in seeing my friend's shyness filled romantic eyes...Oh...somhw escaped...

The intellectual fun in goin for State level participation for Maths project...and many more....


Since my Father’s designation demanded transfers often, I got the privilege to study in different schools. The major part of my education was associated with convent schools. However I always missed my first Anglo Indian School whose standards I long to display. No other school cud give me that satisfaction. This feeling even caused violent behaviors towards my parents for not continuing me there. I accused them many times. Poor they…they cudn stop their official transfers and dump me alone in an unknown city…
Anywys, The new convent school gave a good platform for nourishing my talents in dance, poem recitation and skits. I even took part in school projects in science and math during my high school days. It was great fun when I partook in School leader elections. I was holding the general secretary post before I got into the Asst.school leader post. It was a tough time convincing the fellow beings by singing songs and using oratory skills which I was toddling & developing.

I was fond of the language HINDI than my mother tongue MALAYALAM, not to neglect the fact that am proud of my mother tongue too, May be I like to be called as an INDIAN first than getting related to any particular province. I never allowed anybody to score more marks in Hindi than mine. I enjoyed writing small poems in my favorite language, showing it off to my Teacher.

To be precise, I am happy that I cud come out with good marks and academics from that Alma mater.

Kick Start

Hi frndz...

I am juz welcoming myself into this wild community of bloggers. First of all let me take the privilege to honor those who went ahead of me, not to neglect those who are in the queue...

Nywys keep aside everything...Right now its you and me getting into my world of experiences :) I assure u... it'll be a pleasant feeling....mm....it has to be...if it is not plz don give a kick stop dude....

mm...am a girl from an aristocratic upper class (whatever the so called people who made all these definitions say) Hindu family born and brought up by educated, employed parents...heyyy..blessed with a younger sister too....

As everyone cherishes, the memoirs of the childhood gives a boosting nostalgia...So let me be gearing up for grabbing all those moments which i had long long ago....those goo...ood old days....