My Childhood Went Away

Last night my phone was befuddling me about what music to listen and couldn’t decide what to read, I decided to do some sort of cleaning. I started to go through my book rack first as I was peeved with my mom asking me to do it for about a fortnight now. I seldom do it and kind of even detest it.

As I started shuffling the books, in a corner I found my eleventh grade English textbook. Before I decided to open it, the hazy memories of it ran through my mind as if someone was showing me a Spielberg movie trailer (believe me I studied them so passionately) I took a long journey into my mind before I stopped at the image of a small boy turning into an adult. I quickly flipped the pages and started reading a very beautiful poem “when did my childhood go”.

I was soon engrossed in the tangible memories of my own childhood, my childhood of Enid Blyton and R.L Stine, my childhood of train trips to my maternal grandparents in Calcutta (I hate calling it kolkatta), my childhood of morning walks to the dear park with my dad, my childhood of christmas presents………I discovered myself being engulfed by nostalgia as I asked myself “when did my childhood go?’

Was it the day when I stopped reading my books in an uncritical manner?
Was it the day when I realized that we all live in a cynical world?
Was it the day in the book shop my hands voluntarily went up to a mills and boons novel?
Was it the day when my heart yearned for my tom cruise to come and say “ baby you complete me”?
Was it the day when I knew that I should not leave my home without applying a sunscreen?
Or else it was the day when I first uttered these words to myself , “ my childhood went away and it will never come back”.

After all winner is a winner!!!!!!!

Its 3’o clock in the morning while I m writing this. How you can expect someone to sleep who has witnessed that over the top final between Andy Roddick and Roger Federrer. 5^th July 2009 is not just any date, this will go down the history lane for a very very long time. After all fedexes are not created every day. Imagine how great it is to win 15 grand slam titles…….i just wish I was Federer!!!!!

Anyway back to reality. When the match started i really thought that Roddick had nothing to lose today but his impeccable efforts made me realse that it was rather opposite. If not on that day than may be in the us open, this was bound to happen. But I can feel the despair for the poor chap Roddick!. Tell me who would like to have his cup of history as loser? I didn’t want to use that word and I m sure Roddick fans would kil me for it but let me be frank or rather blunt as my blog says, no one remember the way of losing whether you lost by a margin of a mere point or in straight sets. The thing is that you lost!!!!!!! This is rather painful but come-on there’s no point in being sugarcoated bitter gourds.

I just want to apoogise to all roddick fans that i m not trying to goad although its not in demeanor to regret or even reconsider my actions but i sudenly remembered how one insane steffi graff fan stabbed monica seles..OMG!!!!!!!! so here take my apologies.