Long ago, one Chithappa (uncle) made a statement amidst jaw
dropping relatives that every coin has two sides. It made a lasting impression
on me being the first English proverb which made sense to me without checking
with Balu, who was then the ‘good in english’ in the family.
This blog is titled such that every experience of today
makes me go back in a flash to some incidence of the past which just whizzes
past me.
This blog will outline incidences of today and how I relate
with that of yesteryears.
Page 1
Got up in the morning, shrugged out with a pang of regret
that no tennis today. .. It is not possible, anyways as I have to drop mother
to Airport.
My note book is in tatters, the brown cover has come out,
stuffed everything to my khaki bag, it is 8.40 already, mother has again
wrapped 3 chappathis with baji in the middle in a eversilver dabba.....8.50 I go
past the tennis court in Indian Gymkhana... uncles in white and white play
tennis and in between break will have idly wada or uppma in canteen. Wondered
kya life hai.... it is indeed nice to be pasia walla. Feeling thirsty, would
the mali in the gymkhana allow me to have water from the cooler or
shoo me away like yesterday. I had my sweet revenge, when I threw big
stone on the left side shutter which is always closed. I am sure he will
not remember me.... no soul around the cooler, had a quick fill of the glass
and gulped it down and ran. Days first sense of achievement!
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