my first day at school...........

"make me a good martini" said I to the Bartender.

"siree the ingredients remain the same...its just how you mix them" said he.....





great words dont necessarily have to come from famous men but great thoughts make great men....and you can find them everywhere...just need to keep your eyes n ears open.



I guess i was three when my parents decided to send me to nursery school...started walking at the age of 9 months and was talking at one year...n i havent stopped since despite various ups and downs.

so three was when my parents decided that i need to hit the "real world"......

I still remember my first day at school....i was a lttle confused about my sexuality though since i had waist length hair.
In our hindu culture we have this custom of shaving off a childs hair very similar to plucking a chicken at the ripe age of 6-8 months to keep the evil eyes away...its called "mundan" might as well add an "e" to it since everybody has to go thru it n without realising it...6-8 months,huh!!!!!
well anyway the "mundane" is a day when the barber feels like the most important man in the world and can you believe that my parents denied him that pleasure till i was three n a half???
he he
so i was packed off to a school called HAPPY HOURS in 1977 with a ponytail n wearin shorts n a tshirt...dont know why the called it that cause my first day there was anything but happy.

anyway...am sure the hippie movement must have inspired my parents...but i ended up lookin like a heartbreaker with the ponytail...a girl.
school turned ut to be a culture shock for me cause there were so many children n very few teachers attending....ew...how was i to get spoon fed now???
i was promptly trotted off to class and in a very sexist way was made to sit in the girls corner.
i dint even know what girls were at that time but thanks to that day i figured.
we say a girl n a boy mean the same...why were we made to sit in different corners and when we grow up we are supposed to forget that??
i guess we should be all gods children through out...or never!!!!
lol
but movin on...the roll call started and everyone was asked their name..my turn,i got up coyly n said Vikram n my teacher turned around and looked at me n said that cant be your name n i have been in serious doubt since then. a very famous man once said...WHATS IN A NAME,THAT WHICH WE CALL A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME WOULD SMELL AS SWEET.
I guess Mr Shakespeare must have turned in his grave cause i burst out crying and at that moment a more advanced soul than me got up from the boys corner and came over n hugged me.
Bloody flirt...i thought in my feminine mind....but enjoyed the gesture.
Lunch break happened and the same boy came upto me and asked me to play with him...i wonder what he wanted to play now...but i howled again n he got scared and ran away.
I found this method of getting my work done rather exciting and that was my first lesson in the "real world"...ha ha!!!
anyway the ordeal got over and it was time to go home...and my mom was waiting outside to get me.
my teacher personally came out to have a chat with my mom n told her that her daughter was lying about her age and called herself Vikram.
two minutes later that lil boy cm bk and told my mom that her daughter would not play with him...n i started crying again....thought it would work as usual....n it did!!!!
Three days later my "Mundan" was organised and goldylocks lost her hair!!!!
i cried again cause my head felt light n empty...well it stayed that way n this time the crying didnt help n it still hasnt.
By the way that lil boy had a name....JYOTIN MEHTA!!!
It has been 33 years after that...and we are still best friends.
my first achievement in life.
i guess the first ingredient in my MARTINI.
:-D
THANKS BUD FOR BEING AROUND....EVEN IF YOU ARE IN AMERICA N I ONLY MEET YOU FOR A WEEK EVERY YEAR!!!!!!!

:)