JOURNEY WHICH I WISH TO FORGET

It is this place where I have realized, we ve got full freedom of using upon our own words bcoz here, neither ma English teacher gonna "Valuate n put red roundings all over my exam paper” nor anyone gonna say “U pupil write d way u speak rather than putting it in a professional manner”…

Now to the topic, certain months back, I was in Bangalore for official purpose, where I was cornered by my parents to attend function at home. So I had no other option than traveling alone that was d first time I traveled alone without parents, friends or colleagues……

To and Fro of that journey was an unforgettable to me.. Its quite common that when u travel alone, u may think of getting good friends esp…. for boys it is gals…. Don’t know or don’t want to comment abt d vice versa…
I too went like that but to my time it was 70 yr old man who sat next to me..
So I just consoled myself to freak out d time by looking at d scenearios outside alongwit listening songs. But the old man who started speaking to me after enquiring about ma carreers.. He was neither a good orator nor im a good listener to listen all those shitting……

So I just pretended to him as if im a early sleeper to avoid all those bullshit. My wish was unfulfilled by his act in my first lone traveling.

After finishing off the function, I had to go back to Bangalore again. I had no other option rather than going by train in unreserved compartment.
This was a f**king experience which I wish to forget. Train was scheduled to leave by 11.15 pm but I went as early as 10.45 pm just to see a crowded unreserved compartment. It looked like our 12G bus peak hour crowd.

Looking at that crowd, I just gave away my Ipod, Mp3 n Camera to ma brother who came to drop me. Then, somehow I managed to get into d train only to see d toilet. After struggling I went into further 2 blocks just to escape from that scent factory.

I just saw a decent enough guy to believe he ll not steal my belongings n just found a place underneath him in d floor to put my 2 butts to place it and I thought I was settled.

When I looked at d compartment everywhere 8 pupil were sitting in 3 seats except at d upper birth where each pupil lying alone… none of d people took initiative to make those people in upper birth to give accommodations..

When d train started to move, Police constables outside the train warned us who sat on d floor saying that, some people are still hanging outside need further more space for them rather than shouting at people who were sleeping at upper birth. (It reflects d height of Police behaviour in India dominating only those pupils who respond rather than who don’t seem to respond).

Then I traveled for an hour by standing(11.30 to 12.45) with both my hands up to catch hold of me. ( reminded me my iscool days punishment).
During that time, that decent enough guy whom I said earlier, just spoke to me n brainwashed me in such a way I should be d leading example of asking all these discriminations and d people will join u.

I too thinking of heroism(result of watchin 20 yrs tamil cinema), I too went n asked one of d guy enjoying birth(who looked somewhat leaner than me) to give accommodation to me but only to get a kick from him to my bag.
The moment I started to shout at that guy, everyother pupil enjoying upper birth joined him to shout at me.

In the process, none of the pupil who spoke in favour of me not even that f**king decent guy opened his mouth as if I had put a plaster around his mouth. After muttering sorry to that guy I went back to my position. During that one sided fight, my bag fell on d lady. So when I said “SORRY” to that lady, her husband saw me n asked ‘Wat d fuck ur speaking to my wife’.. It was only after that lady herself said “ I was saying sorry only”. That idiot got cooled down.

At that moment, I thought “ADA RAAMA ENNA AEN INDA MADRI KALISIDA PASANGALODA SERA VIDRA”.

After certain people started getting down at every station, my standing position came to sitting in floor, sitting n stretching my legs in floor, getting a seat....
It was only d last half hour of my travel, I got a birth. ( That’s d moment I got d feeling as if im living in heaven).

This was d journey which I wish to forget but I cant.

Thanks for all those pals who are visiting my blog in ur precious time.
For every blogs, there should be an opening n finishing. Due to non availability of finishing with conclusions and all im hereby posting my recent punch..
“Lead a simple life. If u DIE today, tomorrow milk only possible. No Bournvita or Boost”.

PUNISHMENT

‘PUNISHMENT’, the word itself poses a terror for school students, but after certain age when we look back at those things. We may start enjoying the way we had been punished and even we want those things to share with others. This has driven me to make my first blog.

So, ill start scrapping my punishment history in chronological order.

My life in school days started just like every student used to get punishments likes kneeling down, standing up in bench….

Not even PT vaathi spared me, he used to make me round the ground when we fail to reach school in time or not making haircut everymonth(just bcoz that idiot was bald he used to get tensed when we pupil have longer hair).

But this punishment was little bit enjoyable at that age itself, as it made us to bunk first hr class of the day. So when we want to cut down first class, we desperately go to school a little bit late.

Then comes the Maths cum Class teacher, she wanted every student to maintain decorum, Silent and all other bad words of the above sort. At the same time she wanted all her student to be brilliant enough in her subject also.

So she went on to put a room in hotel to think how to solve the above problem (as no guide was available for these sort of problem). Then She came up n said that those who are speaking ‘n’ no of times that many times all maths formulas needs to be written.

‘Viduvoma naanga’, we came up wit idea of carbon paper which even worked for a couple of days!!! But after recognizing that made those people to stand out for a week. I was one among that.

But for the above problem, English Teacher easily solved by simply saying “If you wanna talk, then talk in English”……. Everyone kept quiet..

Next one, Playing pen fight during 11^th seems to be little childish, but we had no other option to time pass the whole day, as our school used to give a whole day as study day. Believe me certain guys n gals do study… But we were caught up one day by teacher while playing. I can even forget the beatings which he did that day but I couldn’t able to forget his advice(Mokkai) for an hour after that fight. (Avar enna adika… Enna avar adika…)

Ok guys. Let me stop with my list of punishment which I have come up as further leak out will totally damage me (lolz)….

According to me “Facing the punishment is brave enough rather than giving punishment to others”

I had followed Gandhian principle in ma young age itself… Surprised. Nothing new, what I had said above only im saying it now in a very dignified manner.

i.e Just bcoz, the teacher beats or scolds to do this or that, I stick back with my own principle and I never even give it back to her by setting Goondas nd all.

Repeated punishments make her bored and leave it away.

Now, the Punishment continues in a professional manner in a professional atmosphere.lolz.,

Based on the outcome of this blog, I may think of leaking out my professional punishment.lolz.,

Punishment Continues in part 2………….