My Experiments with Time

Nine years ago, I wrote my first blog titled 'Alma Mater'. It was an accidental attempt at blogging, stimulated by an absent minded humming of my school song during the wee hours of the day. Today after so many years, this one comes as a sequel to the first blog, this time stimulated by a visit to my alma mater. I owe it to my school for this one too, apart from the many many other things. It was January 26th, the 70th Republic day celebrations were going on in full swing all over the country. I was excited for two simple reasons, one that it was a holiday and two because it was Alumni meet at school and I was going back after almost 15 years, and that too with my little daughter. She was equally excited, as was visible from her actions, she seemed to be on a trampoline all day. 'How will your school look like? Does your class have small tables and chairs? Does it have a play area? Do you have a ma'm? Will she scold me if I talk to you?' There was no time ...

It was 3pm, the final mail regarding ‘the Run’ had just popped up. Like any other major event in the company, there was a mail from the Admin stating bus timings for pick up from Kancheepuram to Chennai. Boarding at 1.30 AM! I pitied the ones who would board the bus at 1.30 am to start the run around 5.30 am. The Chennai Marathon was the most talked about event at office for the past few months. Training had started almost four months earlier. The trainer could easily win the award for ‘the most pronounced female name’ of the quarter, thanks to my good friend whose day would never pass by without once thinking of the trainer. The Marathon was close to my heart (or rather head!), not because I was passionate about running, but because I was releasing the PRs. I felt proud to be part of an organization that took health and fitness so seriously as to sponsor the registration fees, training for runners and arranging transportation. The energy and spirit of the health freaks at office w...