Story of a lost journalist

July 21, 2008

An old trip remembered

Filed under: Just talking,Personal — Cris @ 23:01
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In 12th, we were taken to Padmanabhapuram palace from school. My friend GL had blogged about it. She was apparently annoyed by all the noise the girls were making. I don’t think I noticed all that. My primary activity on reaching any old or ancient buildings was to imagine totally insignificant everyday-moments of people all those ages ago.

At one point I’d imagine a girl wearing yellow blouse and dressed like women did in old Ravi Varma paintings , with her hair all lose and a long bindhi, looking out of a window, staring at something I couldn’t see. It was like a movie screen which limited my view of the place, so I could only see the girl and not what she saw. Then there’d be someone who must have walked through these very paths I was taking now, with no purpose at all. I have no idea what kind of excitement I get out of it, but somehow I am always enchanted to hear or think of normal everyday activities of people. So the story of just another day in someone’s life might interest me more than a heroic adventure.

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For this trip, apparently I missed to join the rest of the group, lost in thought at some point I imagined was a secret hiding place for kids long back. My Physics teacher, who found me there made no secret of her alarm and frustration. Subjected to a non-stop list of words that flew out of an angry teacher’s angry mouth, I was reduced to a frowning face and moody interiors. I decided to avenge by not taking part in the “good” things for the rest of the trip. So I visibly stood away from a waterfall we went to later while the rest of the girls shouted and got wet. I made sure my teacher saw this too. But she didn’t seem to worry about my non-participation while she herself was having a good time in the water.

Dang, I loved playing in water. And now that I have refused all my friends who tried to change my mind, I was left with no option but stay dry and frown more. But finally, a blessed soul decided I was being too difficult and she a little stronger than me, lifted me up and threw me into water. Laughing and thanking her heartily inside my mind, I frowned and expressed indefinite anger outside. And maybe no one noticed I wasn’t going back from the water despite all the vexation I was trying hard to display.

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7 Comments »

  1. Hi Crissie(Sorry, i tend to add ‘y’ sound to everybody i know, if i can, that is). I don’t know if its strange, but sometimes when i sit on our veranda, i look at the ground before me and imagine how it would’ve been 100 years ago or 1000 years ago. The thing that strikes me is that, this whole world is an antique piece. We don’t really need to go to a heritage site in search of some ancient or worn out piece of yesteryear, its right there in your backyard, front yard (heck, its all around u). But i’m also a sucker for old buildings and palaces and the whole nine yards of touristry(its not a word, i knw).
    As for not getting in the water, ah my dear, Who cares what some teacher says? When on a trip, I usually block out such ramblings. If you are going to hav fun, jump right in and splash everyone in the process. In your case justice was served, albeit a little late, you did got into the water, so all’s well!

    Comment by M.Rose — July 22, 2008 @ 00:47 | Reply

  2. *get into water

    Comment by M.Rose — July 22, 2008 @ 01:15 | Reply

  3. Agree with M.Rose here, no point ruining your day of fun for the sake of a few bad words. Learn from me, I choose to crib about the bad times when there is nothing better to do, like for hour-long meetings ;-). That way your face looks thoughtful too!

    Comment by Call me Anything — July 22, 2008 @ 05:32 | Reply

  4. @M.Rose, no problem, many friends call me so :-). Well-said. Yes you are right, any place will be good enough to travel back in time if you had a good imagination :-). And yes, you are right about the splash-fun. In future such mistakes shall not occur!

    @Call me Anything, hehe I will try that next time. All I have to do is hunt for boring meetings now.

    Comment by Cris — July 23, 2008 @ 01:06 | Reply

  5. girl.. u just reminded me of my trip from school to the same place.. i found myself nodding my head vertically all thru the post!
    the nakhras we used to do then, n hey, i remember wondering on similar lines while i went there too.. that was way way back in Xth grade..
    n the waterfalls, the Thripparapu one, it must be, right?

    I went there with family an year back, but we dint have enough time to visit the palace though.. i’ll go there again once, sometime soon.. just to relive those old mems..

    btw, by any chance, girl, did you do your schooling at HAC?
    i asked just because this was like more or less the most preferred choice for school picnics for the nuns there.

    Comment by usha — July 24, 2008 @ 14:06 | Reply

  6. I like this idea, Cris. To me, the most fascinating items archaeologists unearth are the little toys and game pieces children must surely have handled; the more worn they are, the better I like them. Whatever their elders were up to, I like to think the children of every culture have found ways to amuse themselves—jumping into water or pushing others is a good example!

    Comment by davidbdale — July 25, 2008 @ 19:30 | Reply

  7. @Usha, you are right about both. Yes it was Triparapu waterfalls (I didnt mention in post cause I forgot the name :D) and yes thats my school, the Nanthencode one. Boy you are so geographically good! And you live in Bangalore! Amazing!

    @davidbdale, thats a good thought. Old toys unearthed. I never thought of that before. Yeah I bet old anything unearthed would work great with me! I just went to your blog. Amazing! You write short novels?!

    Comment by Cris — July 25, 2008 @ 22:18 | Reply


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