Tum kya kabootar pakadne ki koshish kar rahe ho?

Since work has been pretty quiet (read no work at all) I have spent the better part of the week, going through photographs, making collages, reading old emails and reminicinsing...

* Singing hakuna matata (is that the spelling) for an inter house competition... I dint sing tho, but still rememeber that day... we won ! Ah inter house competitons, brings out the worst in soem people. What were the house names (Ball - green, Hart - Yellow, Theresa - Blue and Red was aarrggg cant remember, need to ask Pdiddy)

* What about the inter house story telling competition.. P diddy was house captain and she trained us well. I remembered I sucked at spinning a yarn, but she insited I was on the team and we made sure that what ever inital line we go, we would change it to ourstory line. We won again. Ball house rocked ! Yeah the story was about a photographer getting lost in the jungle losing his clothes and being found in banana print underwear...

* On teachers day, each house had to put up a play. Ours was the whole wicked teachers / good teachers in a magic school. I was the wicked witch.. even then my talents for a scary laugh were noticed... wicked laugh

* Trying to make a cake with munchkin (this is before I developed my cooking skills). Ended up taking it out too soon and the center was completely raw!

* This probably happened when I was about 8.. accompanied my cuz to her ball room dancing lesson. And came back and completely spilled the beans to the family and how she was dancing with this one boy and they were holding hands. (I was quite the big mouth)

*Grade 5, talking in class and Aunty Batra (we called out teachers aunty _____) grabbing me by my plait and literally throwing me out of class. Never spoke in her class ever again.

* Same class, we had to learn the poems in our book, and the test was to recite the poem in class. We had to choose a chit with the poem name. I picked up one and another chit fell down, picked it up and put it back in the box. Recited my poem and came back to my seat. Where I was pointedly told by my partner that he saw me cheating. (but I dint I swear, the chit fell down, I put it back. Dint even see what was written)

Its amazing when, you let your mind wander into the past, the most inconsequential aspects pop back up.

* The first song, on the first mixed tape I got as a birthday present was 'Last Christmas'

* The first day in the convent school, for some reason people thought I was African.

* My first rain dance at the club. Going with munchkin and before going eating choco's

* Buying my first pair of jeans with munchkin, Lee Cooper for Rs. 500 (they were on sale) from a shop in Defence Colony and then buying a white spagetti top. I was 12 and this was the first time I was shopping with out my mom.

* Being told by the PE teacher when he saw me dribble the basketball. "Tum kya kabootar pakadne ki koshish kar rahe ho?"
English translation "Are you trying to catch pigeons" Was never good at basketball, volleyball I'll whoop your arse.

Well thats all from the recesses of my mind... Have to go, having people over for dinner tonight...