confessions

I havent posted anything worth while for quite sometime, so thought why not kill my boredom by blogging.

The other day I went to the beach with my friend, which brought back many memories of school life.Those memories good or bad never get washed off from one's mind. As I was coming back home in my scooter I was thinking about this one very embarassing experience I had, during my school days.

This was during the annual day , otherwise called "parent's day" in school where all the mom's and dad's await to see their chilren perform on stage. The preparation for this great show begins a month in advance. It was a tradition my school followed that made it compulsary for each student to take part in atleast one play. There were many plays in hindi, tamil, english, sanskrit. There was a dance drama and even an orchestra too , and those who were more musically inclined preferred to go for those.

It was during this time that I fell ill with fever and couldnt attend school for about two weeks. After two weeks I found out that I had been assigned a role in the Hindi play. I was very excieted as two of my very good friends in class were also taking part in the the same event. The play was about the life of Gautama Buddha , about how he becomes the enlightened one from Siddhartha.
Most of the roles had already been assinged to the students by then and only the small one's were remaining.(to be continued).....

The greatest come back

The long absence from blogging was due to an unavoidable episode that occurs twice a year in my life and lasts for about 15 days. The aftermath of it , is the scariest part.

Yeah the episode was my exams. And I survived it. Three cheers to me. yeppeeeeeeeeeeeeee. A semester with 9 papers. Reading 9 books in 15 days. Which amounts to reading a minimum of 400 pages in a day. Not only reading but also remembering what i read. Gosh i survied it. But as i think about the future a cold rushes down my spine. How am i gonna survive 6 more semesters .ie. 40 more papers. Rite now its over and I have decided I’ll worry about the aftermath later.And take the future as it comes.

Mean while I can spare some time with the pen and paper – a favourite pass time.

This post is not to inform the regular readers (who are very few) of my blog , but to make a tress passer not wonder about the long absence.