tot thoughts

i know the gap after which i am writing is kind of too much,but don't really have a reason to back up. Had too many thoughts turning and tossing in my brain but somehow the blogger in me was resting.At last got the much needed kick . I studied in Mount. Carmel School , needless to mention though how much i love and adore my school but still i will . It's strange when i was a not so tiny a "tot" the same walls and classrooms on some days appeared like a rather cozy cave...felt like a restless poor girl who wanted to go out take a good few minutes break to enjoy the swing and all, rather than sit and let the teacher peep inside my laidback expression . All those while i used to wonder am i not quite good with my facial expression or do i need to improve a bit...may be the latter. Which is why my terrific Maths teacher "Ms Bandhopadhyay'' whose mere oversized glass used to scan me inside out clearly leaving me petrified , and therefore terror personified.
Somehow she just made me jitter,and while i am penning these descriptive lines about her i can clearly visualise her blurting her oh so famous line " what is so difficult in this subject,it's perhaps the most easy of them all.All you need to do is practice that's it."Almost these were her closing and opening lines everyday depending on our non welcoming nature not towards her but her subject .Her crisp cotton sarees used to add to the silent , swift .sweat effect.
I could never figure out why and how mere five lettered word 'digit' could affect my life in such a gigantic way.I used to revive myself by sating and thinking that doesn't matter wat she says about my not non mathematical approach still i would try at winning over those digits and atleast make some of them my best confidante.I know someone feeling somthing like this is quite unpopular and unheard off but that's me and my digit disco that still leaves me feeling not so sweaty but sweet ...

khich pich

My own blog...after so much of pondering it's out on the platter, have created it. Was churning the creative juices to dish out an apt title for my blog...least knowing that the name was in subconscious level only waiting to transcend to the conscious one.

Words i don't know why cast a spell on me,eversince i was a tot. I started to understand the intricacies of it all and the entire process amazed me off and on. Whatever age one might be in words are ageless...remain the same just waiting to be used and written. No matter how inexplecapable the situation is words are always used as a catalyst...i am sure that my bucket would never face drought and would only spill something captivating...