Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Then God sent Binu ....

The day was going really bad, just when I was about to lose my grip on reality .... God sent Binu. That boy has got me, he's a new kid in school ....
He, my Redeemer, is amazing, always watching out for me like no other .....

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Haloless Angels ....

They are the best kind of angels. They can be rude and brutally forthright. But there comes a time when they surprise you .... with the little things they do. They hardly realise what they have done, and that way it means even more because it was unintentional, done at the spur of the moment, comes from somewhere deep inside them.
There are many folks out there, with bright shining halo's and they are good at sympathising with you and giving you all kinds of advice .... and people in turn keep polishing their halo's even more. But they are so unreal compared to the other kind.
The Haloless angels, really care about you and they know that you are gonna make it through ...

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Boys are funny .....

Me, Cheryl and Priyanka were discussing stuff last night... how things keep changing and how life was back then when we were small. Eventually we got to talkin about boys ... Boys are fun... no doubt 'bout that. They say and do the most atrocious things ....There was this boy in school (my sisters class, 3rd or 4th standard) who knew exactly how to handle girls. With the sharp end of his compass he drew a line straight down the centre of the desk and bench dividing it into two sections. And then he passed a law with all seriousness declaring, you shall not touch my side, your pencil box, book etc. shall not cross this line ... I don't even want your SHADOW falling on my side of the desk!!! That's how they were long back, they wanted nothing to do with girls .... dirt was more interesting to them! They were kinda mean and disgusting too .... There was this arab guy in my building around my age ( I must have been 7 or 8 then). One day I was standing outside the door waiting for my brothers to go down and play, when he comes sauntering down the stairs playing with a long rope. I look at him curiously, when all of a sudden he lifts the rope and WHAM! hits me and runs down the stairs laughing, had a huge welt the next day. There was this other boy don't remember his name but I remember a pudgy face, this was way back in the 4th standard. He was sitting near me in class, so there I am writing in my note book and next thing I know he slathers saliva all over his palm and then makes an imprint of his saliva soaked palm in my book. The imprint seemed to fascinate him, he admired it from a variety of angles with many approving nods ....
Back then boys were (and still are) crazy bout a lot of 'guy' things: fights, guns, cars, trucks .. anything on wheels, food, flying creatures, insects, action heroes/figures anything that eventually ends in ultimate destruction. That hasn't changed much .... but the whole boundary thing they had with the girls, that sure has changed. The picture says it all ...

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Derryl ...

It seems Derryl had come home asking for me.... he came riding his bicycle and gestured (he can't really pronounce words, if you spend time with him, you kinda get what he is trying to say) at my sis asking where I was and nam said I had gone to bangalore. And he was like when will she get back, he wanted nam to call me on the phone .... he kept asking why I went. Isn't that really sweet... went to his house, before I left for bangalore, but he had gone to this prayer meeting with his mom. He's a lively guy, must be about 14 or 15 years old, and he lives near by. So we usually wait at the same spot for the school bus. One day somethin had bitten him down there, in his butt, and it was paining him. He pointed to his butt and and screwed up his face, indicating pain. I asked what happened ... and I could hardly believe what he did next. He was like wait I will show you ... and he sets his bag down, and starts to unbutton his pant. I panicked, I told him it's okay ... don't do anythin. He wouldn't listen, he wanted to show me where he got hurt and he is pullin his pant down and I am pulling it up and telling him NO NO NO!!! But he's like a kid and he couldn't understand why I was frantic. Finally he suceeded in pulling his pant down (he is strong!!!) and he turns his naked butt to me in the middle of the road and starts poiting and gesturing for me to look there, where he was hurt. Now when I think of it, it makes me laugh. Back then I was like .... O MY GOD!!! WHAT IS HE DOING!!!! It was that time of the morning when everybody was rushing about to go to work ... and parents and children were waiting at different corners for the school rickshaws or buses, and this boy pulls his pant down and bends over and shows me his butt .....
Guess it always helps when you tell (or show) someone who cares about you, the pain or hurt you feel ......