Down Memory Lane *sigh* (Ishita)

Wrote this post way back in my blog around December 2005.

This post is dedicated to old friends…from my days in Assam :-)

"My days in Maligaon Nambari Railway colony in Guwahati, Assam were undoubtedly my best growing up days. I have very vivid and happy memories of my time spent there. Be it home, school, the club, parties, picnics or those long walks to the hills behind the colony...all of these I remember and when I do, I can’t help but smile and think of the people who made my days there so special and fun.

Roopa, my then closest friend and the rest of the gang (too many names to mention here but I miss them all sooo much). The sad thing about railway life was that there was always someone moving away and the best thing was there was always someone moving in!! And the place was always happening! Fun filled activities…social dos, etc. And ironically, the best parties were the farewell parties!!!

I spent a total of 10 years in Assam but in parts coz I spent nursery to class 2 first (but mostly in a Shillong boarding school) and then in between we moved to Delhi for 4 years (hmmm…blogged about it here). Anyway, then dad got a posting back in Assam. I’m talking about this part - from class 7 to 10th.

I remember how I loved to bake chocolate cakes and all my friends would come over and we’d share cake and spend our time playing games, listening to music (crazy about some bands which have long disappeared!!)talking and we never seemed to tire of doing the same things over & over again! I remember secret crushes and heartbreaks and never ending phone calls, lonely walks, crazy bicycle rides, incessant rains…

Okk…there was this one time when we’d gone for a walk to the hills and it started pouring heavily. We’d split up into two groups. The group I was in took shelter in a small temple (more a shack with a local deity) and the priest there was kind enough to offer us sum tea. We sat there worried about the others coz for what seemed like ages there was no sign of them! When they did get back, they were all drenched and in a total mess :-) but poor Smita had the worst of it! Her foot had leaches…all over…eekks!! All of us sat there rubbing salt to get those leaches off her foot. Poor Mohit (Smita’s brother and one of my closest frenz) was all worked up!! Hmmm…those were lil adventures we had. I miss all that living in Delhi. No hills to walk to beyond my colony here! No lonely paths to walk through :-(

And roopsie if u ever read this blog, do u remember the time the guys formed that stupid “doodle club”??? Omg… it was like a NO GIRLS allowed club!! Duhhh!! And what did these guys do? They spent long boring afternoons organizing quizzes??!! I remember just to get back at them we girls (pathetically outnumbered) formed a group of our own! We called ourselves the GRIN gang…lolzz… (G for Gayatri…R for Roopa….I for Ishita….N for Nilanjana) and nooo…we had no purpose for making this group. All we wanted was to just irritate these guys…every time any of these guys passed by, we’d be grinning like hell!!! I was a step ahead, I’d just gate crash their so called quizzes (owing to my excellent social skills with all the mom’s) and sit there ploink in their midst, digging into all the goodies their mom’s supplied for their get together! :D

Or the time we kids were asked to help renovate the club library. That was a brilliant way to keep us occupied because we ended up reading like hell and it was fun! Some cute romances blossoming around that time… hmmmm… rly romances…*sigh*:-)

Yes...I do miss those days. I guess most of us have some nice growing up stories. I could go on & on … describing endless such stories… those were fun days. I skipped the school stories…that would take up too much space here! And now I must get back to the kid I got growing up here :-).It's been a nice trip back in time…"
I have many pics from those days but none scanned :( pity coz I'd have loved to share some here! Whenever I hear the song below play, it reminds me of "Assam Days"

Never say goodbye - Bon Jovi (Happy Listening!)

Never say goodbye ...

disappearing act :) (diya)

hiiiiiii all,

i put on one of my disappearing acts after my first intro post.. he he sorry abt that..

but i did peek-a-boo at my fav place the shout box n did some interesting chito-chat with few ppl too.. N in the midst of my act i missed out to post abt the most important picture.. i had drafted the post n decided the pic in my mind.. so i thought i wud just share it with u all..
that's a picture of mom dad n me.. :) It won't be a lie to say that my mom is the best on the world..She means really a lot to me.. N i love her the most.. she is my role model n a wonderful lady.. I wud say my dad is really gud too.. We r from a orthodox Brahman background.. however i never had to suffer the wrath of it.. i got my full share of freedom n boyfriends n fun ;) All cos my dad showed full faith in men gave me all the fredom in the world which im proud to say haven't misutilised(read not greatly misutilised he he ).. i simply adore them n wish sum day my kids will call me a gr8 mom too :D

Along with this topic we were given an opportunity to give suggestions about BUF.. my suggestion is that we start a column on the recent interesting happenings in India/world.. if any of us comes across sum gud site/news or movie reviews;-) or has their own opinion abt some event, lets pen it down.. or the links to it..so thats one thing from my side..

Coming to the current topic of my favourite childhood memory, i have a sharp memory n hence remember many many things rt from say when i was as old as 2. I remember how i used to drink milk only in my bottle n not in a tumbler even when i was 4.. n my dad had to throw it away in the junkyard in front of me n the big scene i created there crying for my bottle ;-) how i used to love lying to my sister that she was adopted n make her cry ;-)

But all those r the naughty devilish me.. the favourite wud be the happy days may be the summer vacations spent at my grandparents place where i wud lead the pack of kids n we wud be playing out in the courtyard whole day long.. N me being the eldest one there in my generation also used to be the favourite among my uncles n aunts..those carefree days were really awesome.wish i never grew up ((sigh))

guess ive written too much abt myself now.. so will post in on the next topic some time later.. cya all..

Memory Of A Wish (Keshi)

I don't have a BEST friend. Simply because I don't compare my friends, measure their value and put them on a numbered list. To me it's not a fair thing to do cos I believe each and every friend is unique and has their own ability to make my life richer for being in it. Every friend is a BEST friend in their own special, incomparable ways. They are all equally beautiful flowers in my life. So I choose 'Favorite Childhood Memory' for this post.

When I was about 5yrs old I badly wanted a guitar (yes I was a music freak back then too). So it was Christmas time and I thought the only way I could get one was by asking Santa for it. With excited anticipation in my heart, I started writing a letter to Santa stating my desire to own a rock guitar and I was all of 5. I still remember what kind of letter I wrote: Dearest Santa, I badly need a guitar you know. I'm thinking of forming a band and I cant do that without instruments. So could you be really nice and bring me one from your home...shhhh don't tell anyone. I have been very good at school and at home so I think I deserve one. Thanks Santa! oh and I forgot to tell you...I think my sister needs a Piano...she was telling me the other day. Thank you and bye!

So on Christmas eve I was counting minutes for midnight to come, and when I could go to bed to wake up the next day to find a guitar under the tree. It was around 4pm 24th Dec, and I was playing outside when I saw my dad parking his car. He got out the car and was carrying big bags of stuff...and I saw the end of a guitar popping out of one bag!! That was the day I got to know that Santa was really your mum or dad haha! After that I never asked for any gifts from Santa - the big ol guy who made us believe he's real and ripped my parents off LOL! I was so happy that I got my guitar though ;-).



And my sister did get a piano too :).

Me and Zulu!! (Shooting Star)

Zulquer (or zulu as i call him) is the sweetest thing...he's down to earth,soft spoken,caring and always there to listen to me..whether its my philosohical stuff,comical stuff,angry outbursts or emotional crappy stuff.....he always listens to me smiling..if am out of wits with a problem at hand...he'll think of something....he's always been there cheering me in my happy moments and encouraging me to go on in my sad moments...but that's not to say we don't fight..on the contrary we fight a lot but we never get angry on each other.......life has gifted me jewels as friends and among them the brightest jewel is zulu.....

My Butterfly Kisses (Jewel Rays/Amy)

Childhood and me. What say... what say? I have moments when I turned gurlie and moments when I turned tomboyish. The wonderful moments of my childhood involves me being my granny’s pet. And how I look forward to sleep under her armpits most nights. (Not literally Mind ya!:P) She was putting up with us for a while and I was her "kuchi kuchi baby." I call her “Dadi ma.” I was the queen of her bed and none of my cousins has a right to come on it except me. I was a spoilt brat under her armpits and yeah her bedroom was my territory. I throw tantrums when my cousins try to conquer it. I was the queen! Hehehe..Its different now though.*sobs there are now new queens and princes. And I am too grown up now!! Yups!

Gurlie Moments

Moments I really love. My cousins and me used to be fans of the Ms Universe, Ms World or whatever beauty Queen shows. And when all of us were having our holidays and bumming in my granny’s place. We would ransack our unmarried aunites' cupboard. (of course its our little secret) Put on the cooliest stuff. And start choosing the countries we want to represent and start dramaing as if we were gonna win the crowns. My two older female cousins help us with dress up and plays host. The other two of us who are younger were the contestants. We even have music to spice up the drama. We also put on make up though not everytime.These are done undercovers. We are all innocent like angels when the owner of those things comes home after a long day out. :P I have loads to tell but I would fill the page or end up writing a small book if I go on and on now.

Tomboyish Moments

My tomboyish moments are moments I hold close to my heart. I treasure times spent with my older brother. We do crazy stuff. We fight and have fun. We used to pretend being police officers kicking doors holding toy guns as if on a mission to search for an invisible target hiding in the rooms and house. Play wrestling and video games. Oh yeah when we were much younger. We were feeding some stray cats the fishes that my mum fried for lunch. She came back finding all those fishes gone. And we were both looking at each other with innocent eyes acting like we did not know whats going on around us. But Granny found us out.:P haha! And I also had lotsa good moments with my guy cousins. Since I was the only female at my dad’s side at that time.soccer and stuff. As some of u know, they always made me the goal keeper.:) Its different now though. Haha..These are my childhood memories that embraces my heart warmly many times.

well i could have been a tarzan(Vishesh)

wondering why a caption like that?

well it is because i was just reminded about my wall walking international tourney.
The players-me,me and me only.

I have always been a lonely guy,coming up with my own ideas to keep myself occupied.I remember this wall walking thing along with other games which i used to play.Since i live in an independent house i used to climb on the walls and walk on them as fast as i can,i also remember climbing on the sun shade of my neighbor's house.But there ended my concrete tarzan dreams for after that the next time i had to climb a wall was after 5years.Ha,but hopefully there will be a chance again ;-).

another hero was well a fusion- superman + batman.,now with blankets tied to my neck and all kinds of weird toys as weapons and yes my own creation of a super dig,i used to be the hero of my house's hall.

ha,yes the stupid games i used to come up, all inspired by my super imagination.


And there was/is(is is for the present kids who play it)a game called throw catch,now whats so special about that?
well according to me i am one of the all time top scorers,i was one of the heavy players in the game.Anyway the ball was made of hand kerchiefs or napkins,it was quite a game which drew a lot of us and also had a lot of politics;)

anyway there it is...i have written about my childhood games a little,but among other things i was also a up and coming cricketer and now i hate the game.

well well i have written quite a long one and no photos,it is because the ancient cameras don't have a USB port.Ya see again man has evolved and invented.Well i guess we have moved from the 20th to the 21th century....ha the light shines the brightest.

and that photo of me was taken on i think friday ;) in kodai




and ya this is for all you lovely people,i took this kodai:

Blurry Memories(Michelle)

Climbing a tree.Licking an ice candy.Playing dress up.Exchanging tazos(that disc like thing you used to get with Lays).Playing house.Collecting pretty rocks.Squeezing my eyes shut thinking that no one will see me if I do.Trying to give my Barbie a haircut.My mom making tiny dresses for my Barbies.Learning how to swim properly because my least favourite friend advanced from the 'baby pool' to the 'big pool'.Playing Little Mermaid.A tree house still in construction.Racing.Playing football in the rain.8 stitches.Tears.A dictionary I guarded with my life.Crayons strewn across the floor.Drawing on the walls(and getting spanked for it).UNO matches till 3 am.Cheating during hide and seek.Wondering why he always followed me around.A teddy bear with one button eye.Ghost stories.Laughter.Water balloons being hurled.My friend determined to help me get over my fear of crackers.A mickey mouse clip.Hair that would never stop being wavy.Seven stones.The ripping of my skirt while trying to climb a tree(Don't worry I was only 8 or something).Burying my pet fish.Catching butterflies and keeping them as pets.Cry to find them dead the next morning.Decorating a real Christmas tree.Feeding jam to my second pet(a fly).Skipping competitions.Carefree.Making a fort out of mud.Baking a cake.Receiving my first pair of ghungroos from my Kathak guru.Jumping on a bed.A half-smile.Suppandi jokes.

I don't have a particular childhood memory, there are countless memories.Thought I'd share a few that are at the back of my mind :-)