Nanna Patashale

Nanna Pattashale: Human Memory, wow! Such a wonderful creation of GOD. It’s high time that I have to appreciate that fact and thank GOD for his every small creation which makes life so fruitful and worthy. And it was a day to recall and cherish the most wonderful period of my life, I am feeling short of words to write anything about the topic I have chosen, because it is something which is so very close to my heart and sometimes too much of happiness makes your mouth shut, hence I am just gonna jot down something my memory holds as the topic can easily fit it any large book. At the same time I am happy enough that my memory is not a volatile one...

  Well, where to start? , there are so many special things and little sad bits as well. At this moment I just want to dress up with my school uniform with a bit of mud stuck onto it, with a ugly little watch tied to my hand, with a hair style which only smells raw coconut oil, with a shoe lays untied, and running behind a bus to catch it all the way while struggling to get my breadth back and finally boarding it just to stand on those edge of the foot boards waving my hands at all those walking on the streets and starring at those cute girls as well J and much more things.… I think at this moment it all seems fine on paper and on my webpage and the only right I have is to cherish them and preserve them for a very long time to come...I am sure each one of you also feels the same, going back to childhood is always the top priority on anyones wish list and so is mine.

I dedicate this memory to one very important person who has influenced my life so much with his simplicity, humbleness and the passion towards what he does and more over such a down to earth person he was its my very lovable class teacher who directed me for 3 continuous years with so much of love towards his students it’s our M.V. Prakash sir (M.V.P sir)  sadly my unlucky post is not in a position to reach him as my Sir passed away last year and as tears roll out of my eyes I sincerely pray that his soul attains at most peace and I hope my prayers reach him and convey that he is always remembered  and loved ,and  not to forget those naughty class mates who played a significant role to create such wonderful pages of my life , this one goes out for them as well.

Always nice to see a old buddy's message isn't it?, and here it comes as an invitation to have a get together . Wow! I was thrilled to see it, it got the message on 14^th August I was travelling out with my colleagues, and the plan was to meet the next day i.e. Independence Day at our very old Dr .Ambedkar Stadium , I thought it’s going to be double damaka tomorrow. I was waiting for sunrise. There I go to celebrate three reasons, First Get together which later became Get no one together :-)… Second a grand 10 years of completion , of my friendship with my close buddy , Third Independence Day … Hmmm am I creating a lot of hype? … I don’t know what I am doing, just filling pages? Anyways I want to get started, a tiring last day, very reluctant to get up from bed but still had to, because it’s a promise that I had to fulfill. Here I go with a lot of anticipation, with my old buddy I stepped into the stadium, and my school is too long a distance from my home so I had to cover a lot of earth with is 4 kms. :-) Goose bumps! , After listening to those drum sounds with some great Kannada classical songs it was the most expected one. A great sight which took me straight 10 years back, with a lot of activites on ground , it remembered me of two things one was Chetan Bhagat's wonderfull speech at Symboisis which was proved to be so true on this day as i choose to go back to school , and those sports made me recall my childhood where i had two prizes one for running race and another for some different sport which i don't remember . I wanted to go back to school :(... I was very eager to get a glimpse of all my teachers with my camera at a complete zoom. But 10x was too less to capture the greats.  Shot some wonderful pictures and it was getting late just to realize that none of my classmates had arrived. 

And next comes the sad part of day, the whole day was screwed up with this disaster, but still a rare hope that someone might turn up, so finally we were 4 out of expected 20 who happened to keep up our words and there we will go with a Flory of conversations for the next 4 hours, we all went 10 years back and as I mentioned earlier it was a grand 10 years of celebration of our friendship, what a milestone to achieve. And at last a tight hug is what every friend expects … A conversation which was so intense, we probably went back to discuss every incident of every hour of every day of our 3 most beautiful years.  I just want to take an oath of writing a book on this, and hopefully I do it one day. What next? You have to just wait for the next, and that’s my book ….With each day, each ones experience been documented, hopefully I turn my memories into words and into expressions and bring it in front of my friends.