Alen Chandy Alexander

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Studying Bachelor of Business Administration. Big Aspirant for Arts, Fun and Travel. Spoilt. Thoughtful. Son. Brother. Friend. Amateur Writer, Poet & Speaker. Foodie. you can ask me questions at www.formspring.me/

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Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

Sunday, May 6, 2012

SpeakOut#14 - Bonding over a cup of coffee :)


It may be at the movies. At the bowling center. A hangout at home or outside. At the usual cafe.
While shopping. Over a coffee. Over some pizza. During a ride. May be just a get together where you get back to your crazy self. And not to forget, chatting!

There is always a standard setup which gets you bond with a person anew. It also applies to get back with your friends to return you to your normal self from your stress filled day or to refill the gap when meeting after a really long time.

I've felt this is why we keep our hang-outs because they help you to be yourselves with your people and even relive your good times even when things dont feel like anything possible as such (only in the most drastic cases of one's life).

During high-school, my friends and I used to meet up at any of the usual cafes or at our friend's place.
During college, its been usually at the college canteen or at a shop near the ashram that runs our college or just at anyone's house.

You can open up about what you felt that day or during previous ones.
Make new friends and concrete the foundation on something you built new.
Laugh about memories and smile with them recovering from those that pinched you before.

Do you want to have a cup of coffee? :)

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

SpeakOut#8 - Covering up for Memories that should have belonged to Childhood (1/2)

Your childhood memories can be your constant resort to revive your happiness and they can be awesome especially if you had it in India. Sure not all can have it same, but I've always wished I had something to remember as such from India.

My childhood spent in India was only when I used to come for summer/winter vacations from Abu Dhabi and they would flash by so fast since it would be just a lot of visits made to many relatives.
I was brought up in Abu Dhabi, U. A. E. Since my parents used to work and I had my younger brother along, we seldom used to go out to play and would rather be at home or baby sitting when we were very small. A part of the reason why I was stuck at home was because I guess I looked out to make the most from within the apartment because all my fun and frolic came from the visits my cousins used to make. I had a lot of big brothers and sisters to look up to then and they were all the fun I wanted then. Other than that my constant joy was at Church from what I can remember. I miss the fun and happiness which both my cousins and Church used to give me.

However, this pretty much proves that I'm not much of an outdoor/sports person while my brother, Aaron is the opposite to this. He loves to go outdoors and catches the fun there and has covered up for all the time lost so in Abu Dhabi by using it here. Dislocated an arm after falling while climbing a tree, roamed around fields and played around, made good acquaintances and also does a lot of pastimes which I joined along with too.

Eating from the Chambakka Tree has been one of them (which used to happen even during vacations). Another thing to point out (or which you would have already deduced) is that I'm an avid eater more than a writer, reader or traveller.

When it is hot and I've nothing to do, I go to my backyard and look around. Checking if there is something I want to do like tend to the animals (Appa* has made it quite a small farm out here)
or walk around and watch the activity around silently, I go to the Chambakka tree to pay my homage and search for the  reddest chambakkas and eat a few, relish them especially if it is after a fast rain to feel the cold and moist but tangy taste charge me. Once that is done and I've summarised to myself that all is good, I go back inside my den to cool off.


Note : *Appa - Father