This is an old blog entry. It was written on the 7th of March 2013. For some reason I did not post it then. I can't recollect very well what the reason was. I think I did not like it much when I previewed it back then. But on reading it now, it does not seem so bad. (Please remember, unlike you guys, I have so much time on my hands that I have to constantly think of ways of spending it. Reading older blog entries once in a while is one of the ways.)
March 07 2013:
I thought I'd be back sooner but I guess time flies. Something to do with the pulse rate of the earth it seems. You can google to find out more about the earth's pulse.
Life doesn't suck. Its great. Especially when you stop being unhappy about what you don't have. Like I have. I don't have great health or loads of money that I can spend without worry. Most people in my social class have more money and more parties and travel more and have better houses. I notice, but I recently realise that it doesn't make me envious. I feel happy that I know these people and feel happy that maybe I am the lucky mascot for their good luck. That does not at all sound modest, but it makes me feel incredibly blessed. You may not understand what I'm trying to say, but you could put in an effort; or not.
I grew up in an incredible place....one of the finest academies of India. My father was a teaching faculty there and I was just one when he started working there. He also retired from there. The campus was huge as it was the premier academy of its curriculum in the country. It was built in the suburbs of one of the beautiful cities of India and was also a recognised national sanctuary. Our residential homes were made on neat rows of streets, forests lay between the rows. We had peacocks dancing in the back gardens during the rains and wild deer drinking out of water cups in our gardens.
Striped squirrels nibbled on the fruits that grew on trees in our backyards and the varieties of birds we saw everyday were such that camps of the WWF, called the World Wildlife Fund in those days, used to be held in the academy premises. This academy is among the cleanest places in the world and is noise and air pollution free. Having scant public transport meant that we had to use feet and bicycles all the time as kids for transporting us and it never occurred to us that this was not the norm in most urban parts of the country.
We picnicked often. And played on the streets. Also read a lot of books. Never bought books. There were plenty of libraries in the academy and we made good use of them. We grew up on Enid Blyton, Nancy Drew, Hardy boys, Champak, Chandamama and the Amar Chitra Kathas. We gathered in the evenings and played group games. We went swimming and played badminton in the courts with our friends. We went horseriding, played squash and sailed boats in Peacock Bay. We watched children's movies in the auditorium every other Friday when they would be screened. And everything was done with friends. Quite a wholesome childhood actually.
And yet when I came out into the real world for college studies, I didn't quite fit. We were not trained to handle real life. Getting trained for real life took a long time. A very long time. The childhood we had seems as much of a fantasy as Enid Blyton's books.
March 07 2013:
I thought I'd be back sooner but I guess time flies. Something to do with the pulse rate of the earth it seems. You can google to find out more about the earth's pulse.
Life doesn't suck. Its great. Especially when you stop being unhappy about what you don't have. Like I have. I don't have great health or loads of money that I can spend without worry. Most people in my social class have more money and more parties and travel more and have better houses. I notice, but I recently realise that it doesn't make me envious. I feel happy that I know these people and feel happy that maybe I am the lucky mascot for their good luck. That does not at all sound modest, but it makes me feel incredibly blessed. You may not understand what I'm trying to say, but you could put in an effort; or not.
I grew up in an incredible place....one of the finest academies of India. My father was a teaching faculty there and I was just one when he started working there. He also retired from there. The campus was huge as it was the premier academy of its curriculum in the country. It was built in the suburbs of one of the beautiful cities of India and was also a recognised national sanctuary. Our residential homes were made on neat rows of streets, forests lay between the rows. We had peacocks dancing in the back gardens during the rains and wild deer drinking out of water cups in our gardens.
Striped squirrels nibbled on the fruits that grew on trees in our backyards and the varieties of birds we saw everyday were such that camps of the WWF, called the World Wildlife Fund in those days, used to be held in the academy premises. This academy is among the cleanest places in the world and is noise and air pollution free. Having scant public transport meant that we had to use feet and bicycles all the time as kids for transporting us and it never occurred to us that this was not the norm in most urban parts of the country.
We picnicked often. And played on the streets. Also read a lot of books. Never bought books. There were plenty of libraries in the academy and we made good use of them. We grew up on Enid Blyton, Nancy Drew, Hardy boys, Champak, Chandamama and the Amar Chitra Kathas. We gathered in the evenings and played group games. We went swimming and played badminton in the courts with our friends. We went horseriding, played squash and sailed boats in Peacock Bay. We watched children's movies in the auditorium every other Friday when they would be screened. And everything was done with friends. Quite a wholesome childhood actually.
And yet when I came out into the real world for college studies, I didn't quite fit. We were not trained to handle real life. Getting trained for real life took a long time. A very long time. The childhood we had seems as much of a fantasy as Enid Blyton's books.
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