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Sky Is So High[Chapter 6]

Posted in Sky Is So High by hiranprashanth on June 26, 2009

First day in my new school. A summer vacation of  two months can change any normal person INSIDE OUT. Getting up at seven in the morning was next to impossible for me. I was still in my bed and had no intention whatsoever to wake up at seven and that’s when I heard my mother’s voice from the kitchen

“Wake up Ramya. You have school today. Your holidays are over. You are not a baby anymore. When I was in your age, I…”, started my mother.

I didn’t want to know what my mother did at 7 A.M twenty four years ago. I would rather sacrifice my Sweet sleep than to hear my mother’s story.

“I will drop you in school when I go to office”, said my mother as she entered the room.

“You are still sleeping???”, screamed my mother and dragged me to the bathroom. Five minutes was all the time needed for my mother to brush, bathe and dress me up. I was all dressed up for the big occasion.

I didn’t know what to expect from my new school. But as far as my old school was concerned, they really gave me what I expected, whippings, whippings and more whippings. There were no desks for writings and we had to sit on floor. It was a back breaking task to write without desks and we had only one teacher for all the classes. Only one teacher is all it takes to take the hell out of you. I was her most favourite punch bag.

“Shall we go Ramya?”, asked my mother.

“Amma, can we go to school tomorrow? I have stomach ache”, I said without batting my eyes

“Stop your acting and come with me now. I don’t want to hit you on your first day”, warned my mother.

I had no other choice. My school was only a stone’s throw from my home. Mine was not a very big school. It had only one building with two floors. The play ground was almost a zilch. I had nothing to boast of my new school expect for its name, BOSTON MATRICULATION Higher Secondary School.

I was wearing a blue checked shirt with a blue pinafore. My hair was plaited into two and thanks to my hair thickness, the plaits looked like a pig tail. I still can smell the fresh paint. My mother held my hands and led me to the smallest class in the school, II STD.

A tall lady was standing in front of my class and was greeting all the students with a huge smile. My mother stopped half way seeing the tall lady. She dropped all her smiles and sported a grim face on seeing me and started walking towards me.

Her walk was majestic, to say the least. She walked as if she was floating in air. One thing that puzzled me was her dress. She was weraing a frock!!! I have never seen a lady of her age to wear a frock.

“Hello. I am Rita Taylors. I am the class teacher for II standard.”, my class teacher introduced herself to my mother.

“Oh. Hello Madam. I actually wanted to talk to you about my….”, said my mother before being cut short by my class teacher.

“Oh you can call me Mrs. Taylors. No MADAM please. And we can talk about this young lady after she meets her friends”, said Mrs. Taylors in a deep British accent looking directly at me.

My eyes welled up seeing her looks. Mrs. Taylors was an Anglo-Indian. Her most prominent feature was her Roman nose. I cannot help noticing the abnormally large nose she had. The wrinkles on her face revealed her age. I thought she would belong to the same age group as of my grand mother’s. She had a very short hair which never touched her shoulders but her hair was unusually black. Her dark pink frock with bright sun flowers all over it made her look comical.

“Oh… Don’t cry my child. You will love this place. Come lets meet your friends”, said Mrs. Taylors as she hugged me.

No teacher has ever touched me, except for a slap. Her unexpected hug relieved all my fears. She lifted me and took me to the class.

“You sit with Anitha and I will be back in a minute. Big girl like should not cry”, said Mrs. Taylors and left the class to meet my mother.

Suddenly I felt good about this school and about myself. All my tears vanished and was looking forward for the classes and all of a sudden Mrs. Taylors floated into our class.

“Good Morning children”, said Mrs. Taylors

“Good Morning Miss”, came the reply

“Shall we all start this great year a little different?”, asked Mrs. Taylors

“Yes Miss”, came the chores

“Lets have a Dictation test”, announced Mrs. Taylors happily.

As she broke the news, there was smiles all around the class. This was not I expected. A Dictation test on the first day??? I never understood why the others were so excited about a Dictation test. Are they the Great Great grand children of Shakespeares and Keates???

Before the feeling could sink in, Mrs. Taylors said, “Take down a sheet of paper and write down your….”, she continued as my smiles faded and my eyes welled up again…

To Be Cont…


Q & A [Tagged]

Posted in Personal by hiranprashanth on June 25, 2009

Ennai Tag panna Vani avargalukku romba romba thanks….

This is my first Tag and thanks to a Vani again for giving me this honour….

Q: When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
Innaikum indha chinna pulla office poganuma nu nenachen (Should this little kid go to office today also)

Q: How much cash do you have in your wallet right now?
A: I Promise To Pay The Bearer The Sum Of Twenty Rupees

Q: What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?
A: Sour

Q: What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?
A: Kadal rojave (Roja)

Q: Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?
A:  TATA AIG life plan….

Q: What are you wearing right now?
A: Pure White shirt and Brown trousers

Q: Do you label yourself?
A:  Appadina???

Q: Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently own?
A: Thanks to this question, I finally notice that my shoes bears NO NAME

Q: Bright or Dark Room?
Darkest room

Q: What do yoy think about the person who took this survey before you?
A: Vani.
She inspired me to start blogging. Avvangala parthu dan en Theme ellam set pannen. (Though she has changed it now)

Q: What does your watch look like?
A: I  dont sport a watch ( Time waste agarathu teriya kudathun dan)

Q: What were you doing at midnight last night?
A: Was watching Tom &  Jerry. Bought it for my nephew but forgot to give him.

Q: What did your last text message you received on your cell say?
A: Please pay you mobile bill dated 9/6/2009

Q: What’s a word that you say a lot?
A: Kadavulae ganapathy

Q: Who told you he/she loved you last? (Please exclude spouse , family, children)
A: My closest friend on her marriage day (We are friends from 2nd std) [ CLARIFICATION – Love in friendship…like love between a mother and a son]

Q: Last furry thing you touched?
A: T.R poto. T.R. poto totathuke andha effect.

Q: Favorite age you have been so far?
A: Teen-Age

[Varavu Inri Selavu Seiyum Kalam

– Kannadasan]

Q: What was the last thing you said to someone?
A: Machi Hyderabad sema ganda irruku da. (Hyderabad is boring)

Q: The last song you listened to?
A: Enna Thavam Seidanai (carnatic song)…..

Q: Where did you live in 1987?
A: Trichy aggragaram. I get a strange sense of pride in telling that I am from Trichy rather than Madras

Q: Are you jealous of anyone?
A: Yes I am. Zillions and Zillions

 Q: Is anyone jealous of you?
A: Ha Ha Ha… Comedy Comedy… Though I secretly wish that there would be one

Q: Name three things that you have on you at all times?
A: Not three. only one. My Wallet. It has all the my treasured possesssion 

Q: What’s your favorite town/city?
A: Singara Chennai. Sorry Madras

Q: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?
A: The last time I wrote a letter was in college. An apology letter to the HOD for sleeping in class

Q: Can you change the oil on a car?
A: I always thought that oil is ‘IN’ the car. Why should I change the oil which is ON the car

Q: Your first love/big crush: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?
A: She is married

Q: Does anything hurt on your body right now?
A: My heart. Cos the news about my “FIRST CRUSH”, reached only a few minutes back

Q: What is your current desktop picture?
A: Love to have Aishwarya Rai’s picture. But have to maintain Degency (Decency) in office. So Windows XP back ground

Q: Have you been burnt by love?
A: Burnt na??? I have only “Burnt kadalai”.

Now its my turn to tag my Sweet Sis, Preethe.

[P.S. I don’t know how to add Hyperlink to the names. I am basically IT challenged, you know]

Paambu In Office

Posted in Personal by hiranprashanth on June 11, 2009


Enna da thamma thundu paamba kattitu scene poduran nu nenaikiringala!!!!

Edhu close up shot…adhudan chinnadha theriyudhu….

ippo story… sorry paambu story….

Our office is a green building….

green buildingna pacha colora paint adichirupangala nu yaravadhu ketinga… na tunsen (tension) ayuduven …

green buildingna “Environment Friendly” buildingnu artham….

enga officela nariya jandhukal irruku……..

Aiyo na enna sollala……

enna thavira Vathu(duck), turkey, rabbit, udumbhu(don’t know whats its english name)  ellam irruku….

adding to the above list…nariya paambu (snakes) irruku…..

invariably we see atleast two snakes a day….

but today was special for three reasons…..

One: I had a camera

Two : I get to see a seven feet paambu

Three: the paambu came with a kaadali (lover). Yes it was with its lover

But thanks to an over enthusiastic human jandhu (nan daan), the lovers were separated.

“NAAGIN” padathula vara madiri, andha snake revenge edukumo???? lighta bayama irruku….

The whole day was super fun…..snake chasing from morning to evening…. vellaye seiala-:)

Seri I will end this post with a bunch(punch) dialogue….

Mannikiraven “Manusen”….

Mannipu kekuraven “Veeren”

Edhu VIRUMANDI sonnadhu…..

Mannikiraven “Manusen”….

Mannipu kekuraven “Veeren”…..

Anna Paamba(snakea) kannadi pinnadi irrundhu poto pudikiraven “MaaVeeren”

Edhu enna madiri oru VERUMMANDI sonnadhu…..

Ne MaaVeerena?????? yosiiiii……

Paaammmbbuuu goinggggg

Paaammmbbuuu goinggggg


paammbbuuu takin a nap

paammbbuuu takin a nap

paammbbuuu again

paammbbuuu again


avvvaallloooo daaannnn

avvvaallloooo daaannnn