Pinjula palutha palam....


For the sake of my non-tamil audience i shalt translate my title into english.. it means 'maturing early'... in a more sarcastic note.. yes yes.. one that you would associate with me..

Today i was trying to clean up my messy room. If you haven't seen my room yet, please ask those unfortunate souls who have. I'm sure they will tell you horror tales about it. My dad keeps tellin me that my asthma was because of my dusty, messy room with random things thrown about and he is soon predicting that i will get some other disease also due to over exposure to this room. But you know what? I love the place. It's small, cozy and has room only for me. Keeps the parents out! That's what i really need :P

Getting back to the topic, i was rummaging through some really old diaries that i had. They were these notebook calenders that i used to take for my math tuition in my 6th and 7th. I opened up a couple to see each page torn in half with a blade. Ahh.. fond memories. How i used to come back from tuition, take a blade and tear every damn page into half. I wish i could do that to my 5 sub note now. Sigh...

Anyway... as i was scanning the pages of one such diary... i came upon my scrawled, incredibly ugly 6 std handwriting on the last page. And this is what it read:

Hi,

I'm Anusha studying my 6th standard in NPS. I am in 6 A. I hope someday that when i am in college one nice boy will be my friend. I will help him with his homework and everything else. He will be my best friend. And i will take good care of him.

Thank you for reading this.

My first reaction at this bold piece of writing : ROTFL .... i mean, i was in 6 std and i was already dreaming about knights in shining armour. And for the next ten minutes i was giggling continuously. I couldn't help it. How clever was i. Maybe i was setting and reminder for myself, knowing few years later i'd pick it up and read it. Either ways, it was hilarious.

At the end of it, i remembered how when i was young my dream man had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was actually Nick Carter of Backstreet Boys. I was so crazy about him that i and a friend of mine set up a club called NCBSG - Nick Carter's Backstreet Girls. We had a separate notebook for this and we developed a secret code through which we would communicate. People from my class were extremely curious about it and tried cracking the code. But none of them knew what anything meant. We had a code for each alphabet and that was in a piece of paper safely hidden at home.

Once, one of my bitchy classmates got tired of our 'club' meetings and complained to the teacher saying that we're saying 'bad' words and doing weird things. Of course everything in our official club notebook was coded and my teacher didn't understand a word when she confiscated the book. So she too came to a conclusion that we were up to no good.

Through the entire problem my friend and i would be in giggles cause we realised how embarrassed they would be when they found out about the silly club. Finally, the matter went upto the vice principal and we were called to her room.

After a one hour interview with us she somehow managed to make us confess what it really was. Now, this lady, the vice principal was a damn strict lady who has a record for breaking a lot of the guys' bones. This was our primary concern. But when she heard out story, for the first time in the school's history, she laughed out loud. She gave us both a toffee and sent us away.

All these memories came reeling back and i was still laughing over the diary when my father came an hour later, concluding that his daughter had finally gone mad.

14 comments:

Swetha said...

At times, even I see my skool diaries and recollect my memories.. ana una madri kedayadu de :P :P.. apt title.. :P

Elithraniel Arawion said...

@ swe

thank ya thank ya :P

ABHISHEK SiM said...

good old childhood! *sigh*

a good lesson: cleaning the room isn't so bad after-all. thus this ends my procrastination,finally.

P.S.: thanks for the translation of the title.

Thoorika said...

Atleast you cleaned ur room! I am sure your Dad wud be happy now!

mayz said...

well i guess a lot of good came out frm cleaning ur room :)

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Archana said...

Unnayae ipdi asingappaduthikara:P Nee romba nallava:P

Moonlight n Magnolias said...

ROFL... Anusha... I cant stop laughing...

"I will be his best friend, help him with his homework, and take care of him"???????????????? ROFLLL...

Elithraniel Arawion said...

@ iysh

hehehehe :P

FancyLancey said...

oh god... this rem me of the MY sixth std when we used to write letters to each other in class (including things like 'dear so &so, I m hungry. Love, me') M serious! i really did write that. or so my friend claims. anyway, that was until a nasty little boy told our class teacher that we were up to no good... sigh...

gerimox said...

ROTFL!
Help him with his homework!

Chriz said...

and your dream has come to true... you landed up in a girls college.. dumbo...

Elithraniel Arawion said...

@ chriz

sigh...

Ginny said...

lol!!