28 marks on the wood

Its been a while. 

Its been a while since I last wrote something. Its been a while since I did something meaningful. Its been a whole lifetime. 

How time flies! My earliest memories (that I can recall now) was tramping over our courtyard with a crude bow and arrow shooting whatever I had in sight. (Sadly, i managed to hit my aunt and she broke it in two and fed it to the fire :( ). Also of a tricycle. A two seater tricycle. Dada used to drive it while I sat on the pillion seat.

Part of the memories is also the legend of the bent leg. I dont recollect any of it and my knowledge of it is only what was told to me by my mom. It seems I was born with a bent leg which became more pronounced as I advanced in years. An operation was planned for the same. However, prior to that I had a fever that lasted around 18 days, trapped in a place where roads were blocked. As the fever waned, my leg seemed to get straighter. Today the evidence is in the form of a black and white photograph with me seated on a chair. (Indeed, my aunts used to identify the photographs of me and my brother by looking at the legs!)

And then came school. Friends. Playtime. Exams. Competitions. Infatuation. Love. Those were happy days. 

College followed. New place. New set of friends. People. Life changed. Appearances changed. Both from the inside and the outside. Quiz happened.

And then Entrance exams, jobs, more entrance exams, more jobs and more entrance exams. Somewhere in between the options a, b, c and d, the option of love also materialised. 

Again a student. Am back to being what I was almost 26 years back. Its a long time being a student. a certified student, i mean. I am sometimes apprehensive that organizers wont allow me entry into quiz shows even though I am a valid student of a reputed institution. Who will if they keep seeing you for more than ten years in a competition?

As I ramble, I keep looking at the watch. I know this is not a coherent  post. It was never meant to be. I just felt like trying to write something at a critical juncture of my life. This post is not meant for my readers (whoever comes and reads this blog). For them I have better posts to show. 

Birthdays used to feel so exciting all those years ago. I dont feel the excitement now. No anticipation. Maybe I have grown practical. As i keep going back to one of my favourite facebook status updates- Maybe life happened to me. I just hope I make the best of it