My friends

My friends are Vivek and Santha Kumar. They are very much close to me.

May 6, 2009. My diary. Leave a comment.


Black clouds gathered above us, but we were too intent on playing football. We hoped that the clouds would go away so that we could continue playing. Our hopes were dashed when suddenly heavy rain began to pour. In a few seconds we were all soaked to the skin. To make matters worst, lightning flashed dangerously close to us. The defeating thunder and howling wind did not help either. We ran towards a large tree under which we had parked our bicycles. The tree provided some shelter from the rain and we were tempted to remain under it. However we knew that it was dangerous to stay under a tree during a thunderstorm. So we got on our bikes and pedaled off. There was no shelter available nearby. So I, for one, decided to go home. Since I was already completely wet, I might go home instead to seeking shelter. Luckily I found a bus-stop with a roof nearby. I hurried gladly under the roof even though I had to share it with a dozen other people who were also soaked to the skin. It was a bit of squeeze but no one complained. For an hour the storm lashed everything around us. Finally the rain slowed down to a drizzle and the wind died down. I could still hear distant thunder but the worst of the storm was over. So happily OI got on my bicycle and pedaled home.

March 4, 2009. Tags: , , , , . My diary. Leave a comment.


Many of us live in housing estates. I live in one myself. The only thing about living in a housing estate is that we have many neighbors. Next to my house on the right lives families whose parents seem to be always scolding the children .I do not know them very well because they always appear angry. Never a day passes without hearing the children crying and the parents shouting at the top of their voices .On other side of my house, however, lives a very quite and polite family. Mr. Harrison is a quiet man who seems to manage his family very well. Though he has four children, which is one more than the other family, I never hear him scold his children .So his children never cry. What a wonderful family they are. Further down the road is a family whose radio is switched on most of the time, except late at night. His immediate neighbors must have a tough time putting up with the noise of the radio. Then there is a family whose members seem to live in a world of their own. Many times we have met along the road and not once have any of them even nodded his or her head in acknowledgment. They are not blind or deaf. Yet they walk straight past as if I am not there at all. I would not say that they are unfriendly. I guess they are simply not interested in knowing their neighbors. On the opposite side of the road live Mr.Lim and his family. Mr.Lim is a bird collector. So everyday a dozen or more birds sing melodious tunes beneath his front porch. It is preferable to the blare of the other neighbor’s radio. However the bird droppings can give off an awful stench. These are some of the neighbors living near me. There are others that I have yet to meet. However I am careful not to intrude on their privacy. The friendly ones smile or raise their hands. The not so friendly ones look away. I have to live among them, friendly or not.

February 6, 2009. My diary. Leave a comment.

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