The skin show.

Long ago I heard this song on radio "we had joys, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun........."
and like most people, I could identify so much with the lyrics. It took it me on a train of memories of my wonderful childhood.

One of the few things I always remember about my childhood is wounds. They were always there... on my knees, elbows, wrists, legs, basically everywhere. Somehow I always found it amusing that I could walk safer and run faster when I had an injured knee and wrote my exams quicker with a bruised elbow.

As time went by, I remember the wounds becoming smaller and skinned knees becoming a history. By the time I reached grade 10, all i can remember was appearing for my matric exams without any kind of injury. I had given up playing basketball and riding my bike to school for the sake of my academics. For some time it felt alien to not have a persistent pain in one body part or the other. I missed running to the nearest medical store for the "band-aids" that cme in all colours and sizes and with all kind of cartoon charecters prinited on them.

With time, all of this became a memory that was conveniently staked up in the attic of my memories. It all decided to come flashing back to me when one fine day I actually managed to trip on an uneven surface and skinned my knee (of all the things!!!!!). Suddenly, it seemed that there was a sharp blade like thing that just cut my knee and blood was oozing out. It was no the pain but I was surprised at my ownself for the way I reacted on seeing those drops of blood tripping down my leg. I was hysterical, I actually tried to control my tears and instead of going for a simple "band-aid", I decided to rush to the doctor. And if that was not all, I opted for a tetanus shot (which I hated as a 9 year old) and got a complete dressing of my wound done.

It only took me a few painkillers to get proper sleep during the night.

I was surpirsed at the change in my own perceptions with time and age. What I took in my stride as a kid was not a scary experience for me. What I thought was a part of my routine in good old days now looked like a tragic paiful and an embarrasing thing to have happened to me.

Do wirte in a line if you think you agree with me.

Thank you Ms.Shetty

A true story from a friend in London.

Unbelievable –but true.I was travelling by the train on a travel card & when I reached the destination station,at the exit barriers I had 2 tap my travel card.So I tap it,but it says ‘no entry’.So I go 2 the security guy standing there,who looks at my card & says ‘Ma’am you havea pre paid travel card which is not valid for travel on this over ground train..you have to pay a 20£ fine’’.So I’m like ‘I didn’t know the card is pre paid it doesn’t say so anywhere on the card and I didn’t know its not valid on this train.’ And I’m cursing myself for not checking if its pre paid and I’m like ..now what do I do.and of course I’m quickly calculating & converting comes to rs.1740..ready to beg …plead …So the guy points to this other man –his senior and says ‘Talk to him about it’’.The other man comes & is like ‘You’ll have to pay the fine ma’am’’ I am almost teary eyed & say ‘I am sorry..I ddin’t know & I don’t even live here,I’m a visitor’ So hes like ‘Where you from?’

So I reply ...’I’m from India’ .And then his face lights up and he looks at the other guy and say ‘hey what was her name sh…..’ and other guy replies ‘Shilpa Shetty’!So the boss guy is like ‘You from Shilpa Shetty’s country!!’ And I’m thinking -well is that a good thing or a bad thing..He takes out his key,opens the barrier and says ‘Go Go…Be careful next time!’I was so surprised almost shocked …thanked him a dozen times and smiled my bestest smile..almost hugged him…lol !Ya so Thanks to Shilpa Shetty I saved 20£!!!By the way :
1)I honestly had no clue it’s a pre paid travel card not valid on that ‘over ground’ train, but only used on ‘underground train’
2) both these guys were Africans
3) I kept smiling for the rest of the day