This day - today

Earlier in the day i was reading this. This post was very refreshing. I do not know this person neither the person knows me, i thought i will expand his list with mine(no blog activity since long) . Also feel that every rookie blogger must have these nostalgic moments captured somewhere( thumb rule)

• DD2 - those good old times when we used to tap DD2 connections without my dad's getting aware
• Big-Fun bubblegum - we used to buy those for the cricket cards; rupee 1/- for a gum and a cricket card(we had an option to chose). Later we decided we have to buy those cards for 50 paise avoiding the bubble gum; Collect 100 BF wrappers and mail it to ... to win (cool) soap (bubble) watches
• Video games - Those 100 (sav) chance mario game for 10 min by paying 2/-
• Champak/Tinkle books - we borrowed from a local library. And come every summer vacation we used to buy these comics (Tinkle digest costed a huge 25/- bucks, how much does it cost now??)
  
• I got my first cycle at the age of 14, I used to play marbles/hide and seek/occasionally street cricket until then

These 5 are the things i got in mind now. I definitely know i have many more of such incidents. (This post may be continued).

Further in the day when i wanted to post this, I had to be shocked because of this (related blogs) .I had to tile my blog as Itchy fingers (because i blog when my fingers itch...arbit funda!) ... wait, do i have to give a explanation... Until i gain a new recognition here i go with the old name no matter what.

A strand of hair

A long strand of hair was whirling on my bedroom floor when I switched on the ceiling fan today, just like a whirlpool, just like the ripples created when there is ebb, like how the clothes spin inside a washing machine. I wondered where this particle could have been from.

I immediately recollected that this particle belongs to the person who inhabited the room for almost a month since the person was not present now, and I was maybe disappointed (or maybe obviously rejoiced). The person had come into the team a month ago; the person seemed to be a reasonable team mate. We were earlier four members in our team, had one bedroom each. Due to this person’s entry we had to make immediate adjustments to our sleeping positions. One of us had to share rooms with this new entrant. Everyone pointed fingers at me, I was the obvious one.

At the start, we slept with our faces facing each other. At nights we would go to nair kadai for a cup of tea, my partner would hate this tea. I would neither complain nor comment. Later when things happened to go on well, and I happened to understand this person well, I changed the sleeping position. We aligned at 96 positions. (Ask me why? I really had no choice here) One weekend we were momentarily separated, the next week we were 160 Kms away, the week next I called him home to Chennai – we were not allowed to share the bed there. In the forthcoming days I had a room vacant. One of my colleagues was either absent at the work place or attending interviews or entering into a new era of their life. I had to choose the separate bed available for me. This is how I was separated from him slowly and it was no more my room. Everyday when I switch on the fan I would notice a long strand of hair circling, next morning the vellaikari would sweep that into dustbin.

Today, I picked this swirling hair strand (which was obviously hiding from the vellaikari’s reach) and throw it in the dustbin and hope that this is the last time I see that hair strand again, for the strand’ was that of a surd.