Many many years ago SBG used to go to school in piggy tails. As she grew, SBG became more are more rebellious, carrying her "unruly" mane at full length with her to school daily.
Teachers couldn't do a thing: she was a top student. They advised. They complained. They made SBG do extra chores. They made SBG move from her favourite seat in the back row, where eating chocolate bars were a national passtime, to sitting right in front, under the teacher's nose.
This made SBG sit up and listen. Science subjects were a waste of time. SBG never bothered with those and never will.
Literature classes were a boon. This really is an over-statement. It wasn't the class as such because some of the teacher's were DULL, it was the doors literature opened to me which made me yearn for more culture and art.
In the age before Internet, we had to get the actual books to be able to read something decent. The end result today is a dusty collection of hundreds of books, some with my scribbled notes on the side, but all religiously read and cherished. While I wasn't a nerd, I must remind you all, I was a book worm.
I don't know why all those memories came flooding today. Is it Aalman teasing me with his poetry ? Is it nostalgia to a time when I was carefree, rebellious and unblemished by all that life has brought me.
I don't know.
Before I leave... Here are the Seven Commandments from Animal Farm.
1. Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy.
2. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend.
3. No animal shall wear clothes.
4. No animal shall sleep in a bed.
5. No animal shall drink alcohol.
6. No animal shall kill another animal.
7. All animals are created equal.
Without cheating, can you remember how they were all changed and tarnished with time, greed and the lure of power?