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Pulse.....Suffocating rooms.....gloomy atmosphere.....stuffed rooms....sleeping....van....country roads....sand...the mini backwater-coconut farm in front of the school....dads bro....being on his cycle....singing with him in the evenings.....at the back of the house...Omelets....his elder bro....evening prayer...standing in the sun, at the school on sand just after washin the hands staring at the hands.....taps by the side of the building.

St. Joseph's....the commotion of vehicles, people, students outside the school on the road.....spacious but gloomy rooms....that long wait for the dad to pick me up......being the last one to be picked up....dance classes....a set of crayon pencils with the picture of a plane on the cover....red water bottle.....drama event with me as a dog.....the mask my dad made with paper and cotton....its brown colour...its eyes and ears.....the event itself.....walking away from the event with the family......having a long range view of the stage.....christmas celebrations.....the big christmas tree.....gift....the small plastic santa......the scholarship.....certificate....rains...dad in a big blue raincoat with a cap....teachers....i don't remember.....the peep hole to the adjoining workshop....layer of workbooks.

St. Paul's....the long ground....the line of taps by the wall....the netted fish tank by its side....trees with awful smelling fruits....leaves....elder lady students....Annie teacher....start of the onam vacation, waiting for my parents.....my broken slippers.....the cartoon magzines....my bro in the nursery nearby.....fetching him every evening.....his teacher.....Rukma.....the innocent and my only wink.....jumping from the slide to the sand.....kintergarden playground.....pigs.....pond.....croc's in the pond.....religious studies class.....
school magzine.....cactus garden.....rabbits.....Chapel.....monotonous boring masses.....fairly stupid speeches from nuns.....christmas day celebrations.....picnic to the zoo/park.....birthday celebrations of the stupid fucking Sister N.....assembly.....national anthem.....basket full of chewing gum.....gift from dad red pencil......second std.....wax candles.....the stupid loving teacher who changed the spelling of my name(she fucking took the grace of my name).....i hate her for ever for that.....nuns washing their plates.....Simi.....the fights.....Vivek....the hard ball.....the friendship.....computer classes.....bus shed.....school day celebrations....turning globe.....John.....sweets.....wooden dumbbells.....Pt master.....his stories.....cousin.....
farm outside the Chapel.....numbers.....the brinjal chart.....
Rosemary.....Rakesh forgetting his exam dates......swapping his papers......workexperience.....drawing....Ann....the skelton.....rains.....flash floods.....umbrella....being late...slap from dad.....van.....kuttapan.....the staffroom in the corridor.....magic show.....the waste bin.....basketball court.....the history text book.....view out of the window......the pregnant teacher.....Saritha....sweets.....english speaking crowd.....progress reports.....out

St Joseph's.....the negotiations.....Vishalakshan Master....hindi.....stories.....cult....dothi.....Sandeep.....Thattil Master.....instrument box.....the paper cow.....malayalam second......the staff room.....cycle....tile roof.....stones.....marbles.....sticks.....tops.....cricket.....football......assembly.....church.....ground.....
sports....youthfestival.....Exams.....lilliput.....KP....science exhibition....muffan.....coimbatore......Calicut.....Delhi.....rains.....arrogant clerk....computer teachers.....pt masters.....mass pt.....the tombs.....the school next.....hump in the ground.....schoolbus/van.....confessions......Taha.....schooldays.....fishtanks.....office.....canteen.....
ALE....candico.....diary sign.....Babul.....Melvin....Lino....Foster.....Jinu.....Fobby.....Ullas.....Lilba.....Laju....am cracking......
ooty....Jimmy Master.....Rajkumar.....Thankamma Teacher.....Vishalakshan revisited.....no dothi....no slippers.....pants......not many stories left.....old Vishalakshan in a new bottle..Ramanathan....Linda....Aithra....Sivan......Vineeta...Boney...Remya.....ML....Stupidity...School Leader.....ending prayer.....Head Priest.....Poly Brother.....Sister Stenya .....Sister Gonsalus.....Condessa.....an arry of awfully stupid and arrogant teachers.....the effort....results.....sweets.....

St Thomas ....PC....work....gopi....milkbar.....work.....cycle.....early morning rides.....physics....chemistry......maths.....flowers....trees....work.....23:00 pms.....my table....attendence.....strikes......election.....campagin.....red.....blue......orange......library.....books.....
english patient.....one hundred years of solitude....IIT classes.....tests.....work....abuse.....tests.....work.....movies......Catholic Sirian canteen.....roti....green peas.....Boney.....Christmas.....tests.....paper.....out...study.....201.....crossroad.

Sand

At times I really get fascinated by the creativity of people. Long back, when I had a lot of time to spare, when I worked for humane hours, I once ventured in to a cultural museum. In a crowd which consisted of families and couples, it was pretty odd to walk around as a stag. I had my freedom though. I was literally delighted at the serenity of that huge landscape in spite of of being in the middle of a happening city.

My curiosity guided me to remote but inviting nooks of the museum. Now am not going to be that dramatic and say that 'the crowded woods give way to a clearing with sunshine streaming though the branches, and a stream flowing near by'..... But I was in the middle of a different environment even before I could realize. I would rather say I didn't realize that until I turned back.

They have named it as "natural rock garden". Indeed there were some rocks here and there, meticulously named. Spend some time reading the names. I felt none of the rocks deserved to be there until I came across the "Two Sisters Chatting". It consisted of two rocks one, long, lying down with a slight bend in the end ( should be her head). The other next to it shorter, thicker, as if sitting beside the other. I never saw two women sit like that and talk. I have to admit their postures were graceful. Simple. "Two Sisters Chatting" the artist should have been at a high when he named that, I bet. Felt that it would have been an easy task. The feeling evaporated when I started to think what would the sisters be chatting about. A guess was beyond my limits. And I am sure anybodies guess will be misplaced by the artist, because nothing atleast I know will suite the situation, posture or name of the rocks. Should be something celestial.....

Hats off for the artist. Need to appreciate his imagination to bring two different pieces of rock together and give it a worthy name.

Madame Thinker

The memories of "Naked Came I" is fading from my memory. But the series of events Auguste Rodin went through when he was creating thinker is fresh and alive. Got a chance oflate to rekindle my memories.

There was nothing wrong in expecting her as it was a French movie to be screened that day. Have spotted her many a times, but never with out her friends. Her friends were more sophisticated than what she was, apparel not being the only reason. Not sure why the trend is being followed, I have seen the prime seats in the theater being left vacant for the foreigners to occupy. Though my ego could never accept that, I liked it that way since I always knew where to look for her.

There I sit, waiting for the last remaining light to go off and the movie to begin. I always relished the first scene in the screen when the reel starts. The dots, scratches, count down, parallel colours, anything which came first belonged to me. I don't think anybody ever owned it. May be two more minutes to go...She walked in visibly disappointed. Graceful I would describe the scene, clubbed with the first frames of the reel falling on the scene, incandescent lamp yet to go off. She sat down two rows ahead of me on the large sofa. She was the only one on the sofa. Good god I never accepted that neck is an adornment for ladies, though I have read about it many a times. Thanks for my eye sight, could even spot a mole or two on her neck.

Movie was absorbing enough. I forgot her. Was interrupted when my phone started squirming in my pocket. Ah.....I should thank my sick service provider. The moment of truth was not far behind, I saw her sitting alone, with her legs folded and her hands around her legs. Head slightly but visibly held down. Her cheeks should be touching her knees. Eyes staring upwards. If I ever saw a tranquil women, it has to be her. Wish I knew her name. I still don't know why she was wearing a "salwar kameez". But that had devastating implications on my fragile xenophobia. Still not sure why I want to link the sight to "thinker", may be I never saw a woman thinking. "Thinker" is definitely a sculpture where people can perceive a creature thinking. Though chances of she thinking about anything at all while watching the movie was pretty slim, that posture of hers definitely belonged to a lady who have abandoned herself in the thought process.

I started wondering how long this debacle of mine would last. She didn't fail me. It continued moments before I could find the indication that movie was coming to an end. She should have seen it before. I could have stayed back and savoured that lingering moment. I walked out before her. Never had; still don't have any apparent reason to have done so.