For quite sometime..

For quite sometime, I forgot my dear blog existed.

Meantime, I have crossed many uniquely different bends in my road, each bringing with it the inevitable element of surprise. (Yes, I read a couple of more Anne books ;) )

In the marathon of life, we have been running and in the process, grown old of certain things dear to us. Pardon the simile, but just like we grow out of our shoes. And then the shoe holds no purpose. Only memories. Memories of falling down from the bike, of those cherished walks and talks with our loved ones, of the once-upon-a-time good times which can never be the same again.

And then you sneak into new shoes and keep running. You can't afford to stop. The world has brought us to that. However, there comes a moment when you stop short of breath. The only thing on your mind now is the shoe. You find yourself going back to it to kindle memories and bask in the sweetness it brings. And sincerely hope that it gives you that energy to start running again.

Shoe has become blog and I am running frantically, hoping this post gives me the energy for quite sometime.

For quite a long time, have been and will be,

Anne (pronounced Ann, spelled with an e)

Take Notice

So, when you are in the verge of feeling frustrated, angry, gloomy, cranky, just stop to think.

Is it even worth it? Is it worth that much of your energy? Take it easy!!

I mean, come on now, whatever happens, life has to go on. So do you really really wanna spend the next few days or hours in those good-for-nothing feelings. Give your best shot at everything and sit back, relax and watch what happens. It goes well? There you go! You feel good :) It doesn't? Laugh at it as though it was the funniest play you ever went to. Its just a matter of conversion. Convert your good-for-nothing feelings into those that you can laugh at. Take everything in a light sense. Never let anything rule you. Never let the feelings get the better of you.

Trust in me when I tell you, its a Boggart. Its a sadist taking pleasure in what you don't want to be feeling. And you remember the remedy right? Laugh at it. Its ridikulus!

You still aren't able to arrive at that temperament?

Well do something out of the way...

Like...

Dress up in a way you normally wouldn't approve of

Put up a dumb post in your blog when its least expected of you (like my last one)

Laugh like hell at the stupidest joke you can come up with

SMS the first thing which comes to your mind, without stopping for a 0th review, 1st review...

Behave as if you haven't a care in the world and that you are waiting for THE ULTIMATE thing that can happen in your life. This is the thing you are allowed to show your feelings for, THAT is what really matters. However, you'll never know that you can never identify what that thing is! It is a search where your quest never ends.

Which is good, nonetheless..

Take it easy,

Anne (pronounced Ann, spelled with an e)

Enlightened to Enlighten

Holy Cross Anglo Indian Higher Secondary School

Nostalgia as I step into the campus, to cast my vote first time. Dad being a dutiful citizen, dragged me out of the bed at 6:15. I groggily went without taking bath to my beloved campus. It then struck me - how much I miss my school.

The bell would ring at 8:30. I and my sis would start running from home at 8:27 and yes make it in time. School was stone's throw away from home. First hour everyday, for 14 years was Moral Science. To my alma mater, it was values before knowledge, everytime. Today, I realise how much these values have become an integral part of me.

LKG - Report Card arrives home carrying my Mam's comments 'Promotion Doubtful'

Yes, from my doubtful promotion to UKG to topping the district in 12th exams, my school has had the major role to play.

We eagerly looked forward to lab sessions and always got accurate readings. In case we did not, went to the extent of repairing the equipment themselves. Once, I emerged all greasy after making all the Daniel and Lechlanche cells in the lab work. The lab staff encouraged that kind of stuff. Here in college though, I hate labs. I literally HATE lab sessions.

The school chapel - no better place to pray. This is default in my itinerary on my visits to Tuty. I spend atleast half an hour there. The silence, peace, goodness this place brings. I miss tuty for that.

The mission sales - A full day sale on campus, where the profits are given to the mission. The innumerable stuff we come up with for selling - My, that was so cool!! Putting up a shamiana, the size of our basketball court- calling it the 12B restaurant. Ourselves waiting at the tables. Finally competing for the class with the max profit. :) Chopping up kgs and kgs of fruits to prepare delicious Fruit Salad, with milk powder, vanilla essence, raisins and nuts, chill it and store it for the next day. Ah, mouth watering even when I think about it.

Special classes in the evening, were we do nothing better than throng our canteen. Special classes in the summer hols for 12th when we were the only ones on campus. We did every possible stunt :p Those days when we bunk in school to leave for excursion early the next morning. Midnight basketball, sleeping in the corridor, scaring others with the eerie noises and secretly being scared ourselves. Ends with a good hearing from our staff, who is secretly amused with all this but then does her duty of scolding us :p

Dance practices in the auditorium above the labs. The age old building would literally shake when we are on our practising spree. The throw ball sessions during P.T class where the whole wide campus can hear our outroar. Thats coz we show 101 reactions for each throw like we're pro.

The buildings - The block where I spent my 6th and 7th std carried this sign 'Tread softly. Do not run' There were visible cracks over the place. Those days we dreaded landing along with debris on the primary class kids right below us. Our dreadful fantasies came to an end with the building being brought down and a trendier one was constructed.

And to think that all this was made possible by four French sisters who came down in 1904 to the small town of Tuticorin and sowed seeds to the larger than life school that it is today! More than a 100 years old, it is sure to witness the coming centuries, with students entering and leaving the portals of this shrine of learning. And I shall, forever be proud to brand myself a Holy Crossian!!!

http://www.holycross-ais.org/

Forever indebted,

Anne (pronounced Ann, spelled with an e)

Smitten by love

Yes, I've fallen head over heels in love with this book, "Anne of Green Gables".  Some of you may think its kiddish.  But no, you can derive so much from it time to time.  I chanced upon this book back in my school library and borrowed it so many times then on, that i've memorised half of it.  It is a series of eight books written by Lucy Maud Montgomery about the life of Anne Shirley.  

Anne is an orphan who has a splendid imagination and mesmerises people with her talk.  She comes to green gables under the care of Mathew and Marilla Cuthbert.  She has had a hard time in life and is in the 'heights of happiness' when she's been adopted.  So its 'depths of despair' when she figures that there had been a mistake.  They had wanted a boy not a girl.  She goes on to stay and her life then on, in school, at GreenGables forms the story.  It happens in the beautiful Prince Edward island of Canada.  The author beautifully brings Canada in front of your eyes that I personally feel, the movie din do full justice to the aesthetic sense of the author.  

Anne is bound to become your heroine.  You simply can't get enough of her admiration for everything in life.  Her fancies, imaginations, dreams and clumsy little wrongdoings. Gilbert Blythe(!!!).  He's another reason why you should read this book.

I really wouldn't be able to tell you the story in par with the author.  So get your copy and read it.  And go ahead, fall in love. 

Happy reading,

Anne (pronounced Ann, spelled with an e)

(Anne Shirley stresses on this point, and so do I ;)  )  

Perfecting the Art of Laziness

Could there be a better line to an ad about a Holiday Resort than this:

“Perfecting the Art of Laziness”

I’m a great fan of these artistic lines.

To express a lot in a few words!!! Great marketing plan mate. Through pictures and videos, it becomes relatively easy (Or so I think). But in a few words, to capture people’s hearts and minds?? It’s a meticulously conceived brilliant job I should say.

The one I love most is this poem (kinda) about a bank..

She knows whats amazing about you
She knows whats not
She knows your hands go damp in the lift
That you aren’t listening when you swear you are
You think its scary to have someone like that
Its scarier still
Not having someone like that
We understand relationships
Which is why our bank offers….. blah blah blah

Great, right?

Will keep updating this post.

Until later,
Anne (pronounced Ann, spelled with an e)