Some departed, some near by , Some finished their Journey...

In our lives we have lot of people coming everyday ...But very few stay in your heart and very few live life long with you .In my life many people came as friends , dont know why I got attached to them so much, MIGHT BE ITS CARE...Its either I CARE for them or they have shown me Shown..If a man surrenders to anyone in his life is only for a CARING HEART ..

Yes the following people are those who have a special space in my heart.....My dad, Raju, Kucchu, Lochana,Shreyu,Shilpa,Sudeep,Siji,Sarika,Jammy(najamuddin), Dileep.

Shivakumaraswamy :  Yes, its my dad....my dad was very protective abt me,Very much .after losing my sister at the age of 3 ..He became very possessive about me..Even if I fell and had a small hurt he would make the skies fall for me. Once when I was sick during Deepavali ,he ran to St Johns Hospital (My second home cos everyyear I have given  visit to thsi hospital due to ill health in childhood)..When he was carrying me ,he had not even cared for his slipper which he left while running.
During my 10th Public Exam when I got operated just before 1 month to my exam, he sat beside my bed and had shed tears as he had lot of expectations with my 10th results..Even as a 16 year old girl he carried me in his arms then also....
My heart stuck when  I saw my dad in the same hospital getting dialysed with needles everywhere on his body..The dad who was beside me everytime now he was hospitalised and I was there with him until my accident.
Whenever my mom hit us, he would go away out so that I dont hide behind him but later when he came back he would convince me telling he will hit my mom back .

Raju:My Childhood friend ..A year elder to me .Very much protective..If anybody teases me or hits me he would be there to fight against them.If his mom makes Omlette, she would give me as telling its DOSA(am vegetarian)....So whatever is prepared in his house he would share it with me.Be it my brother also if I get hit by him , this guy would against him. As I was youngest of all everyone used to scare me by devil stories..He would SHHHHHH them all by threatening not to scare me..Now dont know where he is after shiftng the house.

Kucchu(Neeta Unnikrishnan):  Jan 21st 1988 , a fair girl with long black hair enters my house caring chocolates as it is her birthday. She became my friend after that ..She is also a year elder to me , She, her sister appu , my brother and me , were all jogging friends ..Go till BDA Complex (kormangala) jogging at 6 O clock and play there "Colour Colour which Colour do you choose" , Lock & key , Crocodile and other games..This girl and me both have walked so much at the age of  5, 6 , 7 ,& 8 in madivala..to the places which was  mentioned very far for us.she used to take me to the park on saturday evenings..We used to go off without telling at home,
We sat together to stitch dress for her BARBIE.. We sat with each other talking of our great household problems we had ....(demon dreams, our enemies in neighbourhood , how to prepare food curry ? how to get the curry color brown , by putting the mud or anyother thing to be added to get the brown color for curry :-) Hehe ).....Today If I am daring the credit goes to Kucchu ...dont know where she is now..some say her mom passed away and she is a Model in Mumbai...
Lochana : loch she came into my life on june 29th 1998. Initially our friendship was not tat great . It was just two passengers travelling in bus . From home to college and then back from college to home . We used to sit together in bus and the words we spoke was just did you study yesterday ? Yes no and nothing else:. He he . After reaching college though we were in same class i used to sit in second row and she in last . Till end of day no contacts. I was still in school mindset and not tat matured in thinking.. Bunking class means was a sin to me :) oh my god ! Was my expression. Sometimes i had to wait for her to come back from movie and it would be ten to fifteen min late . I used to panic as wat will my parents think if am late and all. One day her mom came to my house and asked me to study in their house with loch as there was lot of disturbance in my house. We both did our studies well for a month in her room. One day it so happened tat her room light was not getting on . And we just trying to read with balcony s tinkering light . Finally got bugged up and i found a magazine in her room . I was big time crazy in reading serials in magazine . I asked her did she have tat habit . Here it started i narrated few stories which i read and she found one of then very much interesting and we went on discussing about it . It passed ten thirty and my dad had come to her house to pick me up. I never stayed there after nine but tat day it got late and dad stafred at me in anger and dint say anything.

It was always like she bunks  classes with her group goes to watch movies. While coming back home, we get down in 16th Main BTM layout and walk home,she narrates  the stories.So I knew the stories of all the movies. The days we walked long in  madivala at night 9:30 to 10:00..The midinght talks on her terrace at 3:00AM,singing songs together,eating pani puri and golguppaon road sides, lunch at IndiJoe,Friendship day treat at AROMAS of CHINA , family day at INFY me bunking my MCA classes to take LOCH..Our fights regarding many things, her marriage ...My meeting with her at Brews & HAHA as soon as I came from my mysore.The latenight talks, etc etc.

Shreyu:Shreyas : Shaamu: My little brother, my BF as said my brother kiran and my fav tuition student. Now he is Medical student in second year but when he came into my life I was in my graduation 1st yr and he was in 5th std. I was teaching him and his brother.He came to my life at such a time I was really with much worries in my head ,he his brother and his MOM were like saviors to me ,Whenever I went to their house I felt so good and I forgot all worries of my life and felt relaxed with the family. With shreyu it was like me also a kid playing all kind of games .Whenever I felt bad he would be there to console me , and when i stayed night at their , we used to sit and talk long.When in his house they brought the Microwave oven he had prepared me Chocolate cake . On my birthdays e used be at my house at 6 only and wait to wish me until I wake up.. There are some things about our life where we get close to some people for their innocence care and affection they shower.

Shilashree:Another dear friend of mine ,how much i have roamed with her during ini

Me Bro and Ittina donne(stick used to make ragi bowl)

It was a Tuesday ..Mom as usual had been to Banashankari temple in afternoon ..It was summer afternoon.Me and bro at home talking some crap as to how many marbles we need to win for making our marble collection 100.

I am pampered a lot by all as am youngest and I used to fall sick very often .My best buddy and great enemy was my bro only.He used to take me to all games whichever he played.So till my 7th standard I remember playing Marbles, Cricket , Football, Lagori, Gilli Daandu, Choor Chend.. I never played hopping and catching or Kunte bille..Girls games means Whack........This was me ....still I am same a bit..

Bro if in good mood used to pamper me carrying on his shoulders and putting ulta on his shoulders as if he is a Besta(fisherman) and me his large fish and used to round up in garden on our terrace and in our whole street...

So bro told he had won major in kacchi or kanchi game (marble)..I said NO it was me who won maximum marbles thru Biscuit game in marbles.So started our panipat battle .Bro with manthu (curd churner) and me with Ittina Donne.Finally we went to an extent of hitting each other harder ..I got so angry at him.I pushed him harder on the ground with all my strength ,picked up the antique piece LOCK & KEY ( it was very old LOck) and ran out and locked the house. The amazing thing about this was , this was first time I had locked it and It was very difficult for me .Finally I was successful.and sat in front of the house as Villainy..Giving a shrewd look and hitting a stone in the garden..

Bro realised I had locked the door and started kicking the door.For his kicking sound all my neighbours came out to see "WHAT WAS the BANGING NOISE?".. They Understood the situation and started scolding me ...."BAJAARI , PAPA aa HUDUGANNA KOODI HAAKIDAALE..TEGIYE BAAGILANNA"...and me staring at all as none was telling me PAPA not understanding that I had won maximum marbles and bro had been cheating me by lieing he had won maximum..Hehehe...I heard all kinds of scolding almost twenty houses people had gathered in front of my house. A tamil lady also she aslo scolding in TAMIL..I dint hear to any of them and was still sitting statued as if those words were not for me.

I just gave them a DONT CARE look..One of the uncle came to pluck key from my hands..But I had hidden the key in my garden under the rose plant as I was well aware of the situation..All the people went away back cursing me.

As the time was going to be 5:30 PM , I knew it was time mom would be back soon.Suddenly took a big stick and slowly opened the door..Bro had already slept of tired of kicking and yelling ..

I too went and slept off... I dont know when mom came and when dad came .I woke up again at 10 PM to have my dinner with my dad.I prayed Banashankari that this incidence should not be known to my dad or mom .Luckily mom dint question me anything nor dad. We all had dinner as usual and slept off.I kept praying whole night the same thing.Morning also nothing happened.

After 24 years of thsi incidence I come to know now Mom never came to know that incidence at all.I recently told her about this and she was amazed that how come she never knew it at all.Thank you Goddess Banashankari...

People who see me once in 15 days or once in a month or once in a year..dont know how adamant , egoistic I am..But this was me when I was four years...Yeah still I get adamant egoistic but not this wild..Hehehehe...Hope many of them know me now after reading this...

By TWO Coffee

It was early morning 6:15A.M..No alarm woke up the 4 year old little girl..
She just woke up and starter searching her dad al over the house , Terrace and garden...Couldnt find him ..A little doubt popped into her head..She ran to the streets and saw her dad walking with his friend 100 mts far from her..She hadnt washed her face nor even brushed her teeth ..She ran behind them without even notifying her mom about her absence..She ran behind as fast as she could with her bare feet..

She started calling from behind.."Shivakumaraswamy , you cant leave me and go off like this , Stop Stop...Her dad turned back to see her running behind them and got a small smile on his face listening to his daughter calling him by his name .....His friend started teasing him that his daughter calls him by his name ..
To outsiders he was know as Strict Person ,.but for his dear daughter whatever she does..he would admire her..

Then all 3 went to JANATA HOTEL ..Beside Srinivasa Petrol..Her dad ordered at the counter Two coffees ..in that one should BY TWO..
Dad and daughter always have by two coffee.
This was usual routine..Dad daughter and Dad's friend  all 3 go for early morning walk and  drink coffee at Janata Hotel in Hosur ROAD(Madivala).
and come back home at 7 and dad again prepares coffees . ..Bisi Bisi Filter coffeee..
All 4 family members sit in hall and sip their coffee..Once the daughter (youngest child) gulps her coffee goes to her dad and get a small sip from his glass..then to mom sip from her glass also and to her brother who driinks late ...and ask him to pour a sip to her glass.. He would start yelling ..What is this always ? You come for a "KOSARU "..

This was mine and my dads early morning routine walking and coffee and chit chat about previosu day while coming back from walking..by the time my mom would finish with rangoli and filling water, we would be back ..My dad questioning my mom of all the account history I gave during our walk ..

Today I miss those good old days.. Once I used to wake up at 6:00AM now its difficult wake at 7 also ...
Today my dad's ill health is stopping me from takinghim to walk ..I miss it dad and I miss keeping my head on dad's lap and sleeping.

In my childhood days I used to pat my stomach in front of my dad to say I am hungry and he would get me packed from hotel ...As on festival days my mom prepares food only AT 3.
BUT today I feel so bad when my dad asks a pinch of salt extra and we need to maintain his diet as he is kidney patient..and we need to protect him..

I MISS THOSE OLD DAYS DAD .......