where are you hiding baby....

People glancing at me for the first time would all think am a sweet innocent girl(ha ha ha... truly guys)but you should ask my mom how sweet and also how very innocent i am,she would burst out crying at this question as i had given her a huge run when i was a kid,fell into a ground well,got my head caught into our gate, had a fracture and lots more... but this one incident was the best of all and it proved wat an evil genius i am.
My mom was pregant around 7-8 mnths and was carrying my sister.Now usually she would bathe me and leave me to play with the water for sometime.And so that day too the same thing happened she left me and went inside.After playing for sometime i decided to trick her and hide somewhere.Here comes my brilliance,we had slabs put in our store room and beneath it was a huge wooden box and on either sides of the box there articles.I went to one side of the box and hid behind the gas cylinder he he he... it was so full that noone could have guessed me there.
When i dint come inside my mom came to chk in the bathroom and as it was empty she guessed immediately that i must hiding somewere and started to search everywere. Under the sofa,bed,kitchen,everywere and couldnt find me(told ya na it was absolutely perfect).she thought that i might have ran outside and so asked my neighbours to search outside.They went searching the whole quarters and couldnt find me.When they said this my mom was so scared, and she started to cry badly calling to all gods and praying to save me.i felt sad seeing her cry so came out of the hiding and imagine what would have happened to me i was smacked like anything(ouch it hurts).i would still tease her saying how i could go out of house without her noticing it and why she searched the whole neighbourhood.she would reply that i was so naughty that i can manage with anything.oh please dont flatter me now...;-)

Would like to hear all your mischeifs too guys

School memories

I am trying to sleep but i cant,random thoughts kept moving.I could hear the clock ticking,my thoughts went back to my childhood days.I still remember my LKG days,my mom said that i use to cry everyday for about one month to goto school.My class teacher kushitha will say my mom to leave when my mom hesitate to leave me crying.I once ran out of the class before the lunch bell watching my mom waiting outside,then my class teacher dragged me back to class and left me only after the bell.My mom also said that she too cried at home after leaving me at school for the first day and later was consoled by our neighbors.How much affectionate she is towards me,what i am going to do for her in return???with this question in my mind,i started to test my memory.I tried if i can list all my class teacher names and started to list in order.
LKG-kushitha(My tuition teacher too till 4th)
UKG-saraswathi
1st-Aunty(thats how everyone call,so i dont blame my memory)
2nd-Ambujam(one who made my hand writing better)
3rd-Devaki
4th-Ruby(She is the one who made me sit with sindhu,my GF then)
5th-Geetha & Dhanalakshmi(Geetha left the job in mid)
6th-Sujatha
7th-Saroja
8th-Gomathi(She made me the class leader for the first time)
9th-UshaRani(very good friend)
10th-Vimala
11th-Krishnamuthi
12th-Pattudurai
Yes,i did it.Now i am confident of my memory power.Took a deep breath and started to sleep.

Bus beauty!!!

I often miss my college bus as i am lazy enough to wake up by 7:15 to catch my 8:00 0'clock college bus. So the other alternative obviously is the fully loaded city bus. That day i woke up only by 7:20 so i had to go by our crowded city bus. While i was waiting impatiently at the stop, my eyes hit upon a beautiful girl. Wow,what a girl she was, i couldn't take my eyes off from her, oh yeah, she got that perfect shape. But i dint fail to watch my bus coming, i stepped into the bus and thanked god as she too boarded the same bus. I kept admiring her but at one point i got to get down. It was like i reached my destination with in seconds and was sad to leave her in the bus but i got to go to college. I should have bunked my college to see where she gets down, i said to myself. Nevertheless, the next day i woke up by 6:30 and went to bus stop by 7:30 expecting her. I dint wait more than 15 mins, there she came looking even more beautiful than i felt yesterday. I felt very happy that i got her back again, continued admiring but i dint go on to miss my college as i was confident that i can meet her every day. Now it has become a routine that i missed my college bus everyday and whenever I boarded the city bus my eyes searched for her lovely face and failed to turn away once found. Finally,one day she caught me drooling over her, guess what she dint bother and what more she too started to make unknown glances. It was real fun, I would see when she doesn’t and she would when I don't, we enjoyed this hide n seek every day. Opportunity knocked the door one day, the bus was unusually fully packed and I was just a breath away from her, I must admit that I felt a bit shy to watch her at that close quarters so i turned back. Then suddenly I felt a sweet softness in my back, her touch, wow I was covered with a frenzy of emotions from head to toe. U r damn lucky dude, i said to myself as i was savoring that exquisite moment. I was forced to miss the college as i dint witness that i went past my stop enjoying her touch. Suddenly, when i glanced through the window i saw her moving with her friends down the street. I was really shocked not because that i missed the college but i could still feel that same touch at my back. With huge disappointment, i slowly pushed myself away and turned around to find an old lady….

Moral of the story: When opportunities come your way you mustn’t turn away but hug it up with open arms….;-)

I Love You!!!

I still remember the first day of my French class,waiting eagerly to enjoy as we all know well about our french sir,a fun loving guy as said by our seniors.There he is,still looking like a high school student,Mr.Antony,my first french sir has arrived with his usual smile in his face.He introduced himself and we too did in turn.Then the conversation between us went this way,

Sir: So,shall we start??

we: nooooooo(usual chorus)

Sir: ok(big smile this time),then tell me what is the word or sentence you guys want to know in french ??

we: blah blah....(as usual, i am sure nothing reached him)

Sir: Though you all come up with different words n sentences now ,as you leave the class you ll feel that you missed to ask about this sentence...(he took the chalk n wrote something on board),this is that sentence "I love you"...so note it down..

we: (grinned, and recorded the sentence "Je t'aime" in our mind)

It was an awesome first class that i couldnt ever forget in my life.How true it is,he just gave away what we needed.He very well read our mind as he too had once went past the student age.I wish every teacher to be like him(not to teach that sentence in different languages) but to read the students mind and act accordingly.

Here is my simple effort to let u all know "I love you" in different languages...
Je t'aime(French):D
Ich liebe Dich(Germen)
Ti amo(Italian)
Eu te amo(Portuguese)
Te quiero(Spanish)U should ve known this if u r an Enrique fan(Bailamos song).
Ik houd van u(Dutch)
It ll be helpful for me and many others if you can translate this in other more languages known to you.Au revoir.