First's of Life.

I saw them as a group of strangers talking an alien language in front of my house in karaikal . My dad and my sister gave me a dare to go and talk to them.I went and sat with them. I did nothing except showing my hands towards a flower (which i later came to know was called idly poo) .They understood and gave me that flower. That was my first communication in the tamizh land, just by signals and expression. Then I learned small cute words like podi, vaadi, naai, pei and many which fall under that group. But the problem was my mom also had been competing with me and learned those words.She threatened to peel my skin off if i used them again. So i like a nice kid used to use them only when the threat was some three kilometers off the vicinity.
Then came my new school. They made me sit next to a girl who knew hindi because I knew hindi( it seems). I shifted my place the very next day next to a tamizh gal who became my best friend and still keeps in touch with me from US. They used to call us to school in the afternoon and make us sleep there with our bags as pillows. Little did they realize its impact on the child who would later go to classes where it is not possible to sleep.The consequence was that the child still sleeps at that time irrespective of its surroundings.
Time ticked by. The ride in the autorikhshaw after the last annual exam of 2nd std got over was so exciting.It was as if i had crossed the biggest hurdle of my life and was in my way to freedom and glory. I closed my eyes and when i opened them again, I was back in school in 3rd std.
I passed all my exams without having to sit in the same class or under the same teacher somehow :). I kept changing schools in between. The first expression or gesture to make friend became a bit more hard as age was piling up( I mean not that big pile too ). I could not gesture to anyone saying "u me friends?" with my hands. They used to think I am from that alien land who would not open her mouth even if the sky falls. I proved them wrong the very next week .By this time they were praying if my mouth will ever close.
Time kept ticking and after the nightmares of entrance exams I landed up in a college called NIT Trichy. I knew a few people ( who did claim to know my name though i am not sure!) from my coaching classes or at least had heard their names from TRS sir while taking attendance. I met the girl who used to keep staring at a tree in my coaching class and never told me why and the girl who at last said my handwriting was neat which brought some fits of laughter to all ppl who read my slam book.My roommate woke me up at five in the morning. I thought she was an early riser ( lol to the power infinty) and did nothing save to follow her. I saw that every soul was awake and thought i would not fit in anywhere near. The next day we woke up at 5:30 and the next day by 6:00. The time kept shifting till it reached its saturation of 8:00. The corridors used to be deserted at around even 7:30 and i said to myself "lol".
I closed my eyes and when i opened again i was writing my CPC's.Time ticks by..