Times @ Maddy Kripa-IV

Year 01-02

Another year at the old building, third in fact. I had three years at the old building only. Maybe that's the reason I liked it a lot. Its a pity that its not there anymore. It is brought down to give way for a new building and the one we used to call new building has now become old..

We had Mrs. Vijayalaxmi as our class teacher for the year. We had a lesson in English titled, "The pie and the tramp". The story goes somewhat like this - It was a story of two tramps, who are going through tough times and they can't even beg to live as begging is forbidden in their place and they were already arrested a few times for begging. The play begins with them, sitting in the street, sharing their woes, when they hear a couple in a nearby house, speaking. The husband wants his wife to give the pie to a person he sends and when she asks how she would know the person who claimed the pie was genuine or not, they settle on the idea that the person coming to collect the pie has to kiss her hand. As soon as the husband goes out the two tramps who were over hearing the conversation decide to bring their hunger to an end by getting the pie. One of them goes and gets it the way the genuine person was intended to and they enjoy the pie thus fooling the couple...

We had enacted the play and I was one of the tramp. I still remember the first scene wherein I was to be looking glum but I was smiling.. I remember our teacher saying you shouldn't be smiling. Change your expression... We spent two classes one fine afternoon enacting it and I believe we did a good job. Was a very memorable moment performing in front of the class..

The Magnetic field theory:

Every morning, as we used to reach early to the school we had about an hour before classes started and so we used to chit-chat sitting on the steps outside the class or else just roaming here and there. Once it so happened that one of us had got a pair of magnet and was just playing with it when someone said there was magnetic substance in the soil. We found quite a lot of small particles and by chance one of us found some iron nail. That inspired us to search more junk and soon we were on a junk search and every morning we searched with around our class and nearby, with a magnet to see what we would find. Within about a week or so we found a plastic full of rusted nails, pieces of iron etc, etc.. We had planned to give it to the junkyard and share whatever we got from it. We had kept it in the cupboard only to forget it. During exam time we remembered it but then we decided we would take it on the result day. Again it was forgotten only to be remembered when we got to know that it was thrown out, the next year...

Yet another year passed within no time.. It was a sad moment to be leaving.. One thing was that I was leaving behind my favourite part of the school, the old building block and also our class teacher was leaving the school...But then there was a new year to look forward to, new adventures to be faced..

A cup of coffee

I donno whats got me writing this. I was reading something and all of a sudden out of no where I just felt like writing about coffee and as a result, out came this poem, a cup of coffee and its journey into me... Am not a poet so bear with the mistakes, if any.

I have a free hour, I can't wait to get going.

I am out as soon as the bell rings permitting me out.

I walk down to my favourite place,

And in a few minutes I am sitting at a cafe,

having ordered my coffee, waiting dearly for it.

After a small wait it is ready n willing to be fetched.

I lift the cup to savour the aroma it emits,

inviting me to the world of cafe which I gladly accept.

Following the aroma I enter deep down into an alley,

an alley leading to a different world.

I sip in a ml of the piping hot coffee

and it gives me a sense of eternity..

I am lost in a whole new world,

where time is outbound.

After long minutes which seemed like a few

moments, the piping hot coffee, now normal,

It holds only a little of what it once did and is

all set to get to its final destination- the bin.

I am all set for another cup of coffee,

yet another journey into eternity..

-Nocturnal poet

Times @ Maddy Kripa-III

It is really an awesome feeling to be recalling all the old memories and it just takes you deeper and deeper into it, bringing out new dimensions to the already fixed memory. I was completely blank when I started with this series but now the images are clearing...

Year 99-2000

We had Janet teacher as our class teacher. I still remember her birthday ka din, when we had all planned to wish her and give her a surprise. We had prepared a card for her and kept it on the table. But when the period started and she dint come, everything went out of way. Soon everybody in the class started shouting and it was like a market place come alive. She came about fifteen to twenty minutes late and she was all fumed up while coming as the noise created by our class could have been heard until the staff room. We could see her coming down the corridor. Seeing her temper we got scared and took back the card kept on the table, rubbed the happy birthday written on the board.. As soon as she got in everybody got a solid lecture!! We planned to surprise her.. But she gave us one... Her voice had the ability to keep anybody listening and the power to induce fear to anybody who was being shouted at. Actually even if you weren't the one being shouted at, you felt the fear going down your veins.. 

The moment every student feared in her class would be when our answer books were given back after a test was conducted. One never knew which way she attacked. Once a few days after a class test, she called a few students and got all the books brought to class from the staff room. Once she came to the class she asked everybody to stand up. We had to catch our books as she threw it from the table.. It was a moment when the student who hadn't done well just knew what he was going to face... In fact, hearing her, you would get a doubt about your performance, even if you thought you were sure about it a moment ago. But then she always appreciated those who did well. I guess that was one reason she never lost her temper at me. If you were good, she would be gentle with you, else you just had it...

We had Kannada for the first time in third and I was very fascinated to learn it. The first poem we learnt was about a kite and it was something like this- 

Annanu madida galipata

bannada haleya galipata

neeliya banali teluta sundara

balangoshiya nanna pata

Bidirina bettiya galipata

bedarada bettada galipata...

...dharava jaggi

dhooradi baggi

balangoshiya nanna pata

It was the first poem we learnt and I used to keep telling it very often. Soon our test arrived and we had to write the poem by heart and the practice was the teacher used to write the questions on the board and we wrote the answers in our answer book. Of all things, I failed to notice the question on the poem. I donno how I missed it, but I dint notice it and realised it only after I had submitted my paper. I got B+ in that particular test as I hadn't written the poem. After that incident I always watch out for the question on poem first. Its been about 9 years now, but I still remember a little of the poem as a memory of the incident...

Year 2000-01

Padmavathi teacher was our class teacher. She was a very stern teacher and just her presence kept a class under pin drop silence. She had squint eyes and that increased to her sternness coz one never knew where she was seeing. You thought she was seeing the other way but oh! no.. she was looking at you. From three years I was watchful enough to escape from her but escaping from your class teacher was going to be a tough job... Anyways there was also the gentle side of her. She had a very good practice of teaching poems. She took up Kannada and since we had to by heart poems, before starting a poem she would first tell each line and make us repeat it. Once that was done she would put in a tune for it and then repeat the process again. That way we knew the poem and wouldn't forget it easily.. Then she used to explain it.. I still remember the poem classes of hers. They were so much fun. 

The year also marked another memorable event for me when I was selected for a state level drawing competition to be held at Manglore. One fine afternoon, I was called from the class and was told about the competition. It was first of its kind for me back then and that itself was a great sense of achievement... The competition was conducted by, "The Hindu" and I was proud to be among the few, representing our school. Two were to be selected from senior group and one from junior. So that was one of the reasons to be happy about. I was also happy coz I was among the likes of Uttam Bhat and Swathi C Prabhu who were the top artists in our school, back then. I still have the participation certificate with me, serving as a witness to this memory...