Remember what happens when Harry Potter finds himself in the Headmasters room and cant resist that muggish curiosity to do exactly what he shouldnt have done. Sneak into somebody else's history. Even better, imagine how wierd it was to come face to face with ones own history, where they play with the time turner. Yeah its wierd, very wierd. Even when your past was not that dark or the secrets being revealed are more of the nature of embarrassing for the less already- embarrassed-to- the-hilt .
Going throught he corridors of your memory is pleasant. Somehow, we tend to reserve the best for such reviere's. But when it is forced upon you, like a testimony of an old classmate, who remembers things that happened in a classroom, which has almost faded from memory, its an ordeal, unless youre OK with being laughed at. The following is a such a revelation, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
"You were this really dreamy kid even then! (I sat next to you in the front bench) I think Mrs. Abraham put you and me there becuase she though that since I was OK at Hindi, I would help you pay more attention in class.
But you would be in your own world, especially in HIndi class, and I used to usually pay attention and wonder why this kid next to me was so spaced out...and it used to be pretty traumatic when Mrs. Abraham pulled YOUR ears in class, because I've always got all jittery when there was any kind of violence around me or to me. She used to get really wild with you and shout at you, and whenh you still looked so spaced out she'd just lose it and pull your ears and go something like..aaa nnow now now ABRAHAM!! And I used to think Oh GOD!!! can u please make this kid just listen in class, why is it so difficult!!
I remember we were very small in the fourth, and Mrs. Abraham looked huge. She'd stand right in front of our desk and keep talking/teaching so that when you looked up, you looked right up into her nose holes which were shaped exactly like two kidney beans and i used to sit there and think how her right nostril is bigger than her left. And if, when I grew up, would it happen to me too, and how my nostrils might look if i could see them from underneath. Mercifully i dont remember her having a cold at that time becuase that would have been quite a sight if you had to stare up into her nostrils for 45 mins everyday!!"
Going throught he corridors of your memory is pleasant. Somehow, we tend to reserve the best for such reviere's. But when it is forced upon you, like a testimony of an old classmate, who remembers things that happened in a classroom, which has almost faded from memory, its an ordeal, unless youre OK with being laughed at. The following is a such a revelation, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
"You were this really dreamy kid even then! (I sat next to you in the front bench) I think Mrs. Abraham put you and me there becuase she though that since I was OK at Hindi, I would help you pay more attention in class.
But you would be in your own world, especially in HIndi class, and I used to usually pay attention and wonder why this kid next to me was so spaced out...and it used to be pretty traumatic when Mrs. Abraham pulled YOUR ears in class, because I've always got all jittery when there was any kind of violence around me or to me. She used to get really wild with you and shout at you, and whenh you still looked so spaced out she'd just lose it and pull your ears and go something like..aaa nnow now now ABRAHAM!! And I used to think Oh GOD!!! can u please make this kid just listen in class, why is it so difficult!!
I remember we were very small in the fourth, and Mrs. Abraham looked huge. She'd stand right in front of our desk and keep talking/teaching so that when you looked up, you looked right up into her nose holes which were shaped exactly like two kidney beans and i used to sit there and think how her right nostril is bigger than her left. And if, when I grew up, would it happen to me too, and how my nostrils might look if i could see them from underneath. Mercifully i dont remember her having a cold at that time becuase that would have been quite a sight if you had to stare up into her nostrils for 45 mins everyday!!"
2 comments:
hey Ab so u did finally find a old lost buddy , how does it feel gr8 na to get back in touch wit sumone u least expect.....
KICKED, like she said. Its a wonderful discovery and a feeling youll have only when youv just met someone youv never expected and whos so pleased to talk to you.
last time was last december!
Ab
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