Good Times - The beginning of an era

All of us born into this world carry stories about themselves.Some are tragic,while others are heroic.. This is my story.

From the time i could remember i drifted into my own world...blind to the world outside.Never had many friends.Never felt the need to connect to living beings when the in-animate was so much more fun. No need to follow a social conduct, no rules,no regrets..freedom.Pure freedom..I tumbled down rabbit holes and reached a place i could call home. It was a strange world yet i never felt alone.I felt like i belonged. From time to time i would skip through both worlds(the real and the illusion) and i had a blast while doing so. Always loved to be alone so that i can escape into my world of Dinosaurs,g.i.joes and b-grade action movies.

When i was little i used to scribble on cupboards,outside,inside, all the way from the bottom to wherever i could reach and then some more.Those scribbles talked to one another,they danced and they fought with one another.They even moved from cupboards to newspapers and notebooks...Maths? What maths? After some time scribbles weren't enough i needed more.Something bigger in scope.G.I.Joes and He-man action figures came to the rescue.They saved the world from gigantic creatures and mad scientists.They kicked ass and they were idolized. They traveled through the grasslands outside,the humongous trees next to the cyclopean wall,the vast desert that lay next to the well...They showed no fear and they always won. But even that had to end. Humans were no longer exciting. I turned to the Gods...Zeus and Hades battled each other..Hercules kicked Hydra's ass. The Gods had won the war.The beasts had been killed and peace reigned. My thirst wasn't quenched yet...I needed something else..I wondered...Who spoke about the hideous creatures that scared us so? The poor creatures needed someone to tell their stories and i obliged them...There were Anacondas,vampires,ghouls and Dinosaurs everywhere.They took over the world and plastic commandos and muscular men in tights were no more.Out went man,in came T-rexs and Anacondas. The Velociraptors glided through the grass and leapt into the sky, their claws ready to strike the prey,their razor sharp teeth shining in the moonlight.The majestic beast had to feed.No one was safe..They pounced on their prey and in a matter of seconds everything went dark...No more sound..

It was time for daffy duck...Oh well..The raptors can feed after half an hour...Toys,cartoons,Bruce Lee,Arnold Schwarzenegger,Greek Mythology,Nessie and b-grade action movies became a part of me..This continued on..From heroes to dinosaurs to snakes to Godzilla...The world was destroyed and revived again and again..As i grew older i held on to my world and i promised myself i would never let go.How could i?It was home...But as i grew bigger i found it difficult to hold the toys,to jump into the bathtub with small ships and beasts, to crawl into holes and pretend it to be a huge cave filled with ghosts and ghouls...My world was slowly being taken away from me.Inch by inch i fought to preserve it.But reality was stronger than me..A part of me became a mere memory...No longer could i enter my world.I was forced to watch it from outside.And then the most shocking of news came..I had to leave Ernakulam...The place i was born and raised...Reality started playing with me..nudging me,pushing me..No longer could i play with toys and make believe..

Gauthaman Koyamparambath 0,Reality 10

I had to grow up(whatever that means).I had to let go....


My world drifted away....I had to say goodbye.





Today.....I pretty much do the same stuff...

Gauthaman Koyamparambath 100, Reality 0...