My Passion

Hey All,

Thanks a lot for following my blog and supporting me.It's your support that inspires me to move on.

If I just sounded like a typical celebrity it was intentional. Funny? Anyways I did receive a lot of good comments and many loved it. So this brings me to my second post. The world is really big and I am a person who sees the bright side of everything. So there are a million things, a million topics I have to choose from for my second post. I thought I could write about my present school. Or maybe my homeland, my home, my friends, my teachers, my crushes, my achievements, my screw ups, my favorites or a gross of other possibilities. And of course there is one thing I have to write and if I start writing about it I will never stop, about my parents. I feel awfully guilty about not talking about my parents in my first post. I should have dedicated my infinite gratitude to them in the first line itself. I am sorry Amma and Appa, and I love you. And again I have to write a lot of stuff about my pesky, nosy, annoying sister Remya, whom I love and who loves me with everything in the world. I could go on writing about my family till the end of the world for all they have done for me and the love they have for me (and about the trouble my sister got me into.... just kidding, that my way expressing my love for my sis).

But there is something else I want to say through this post, about my true love, about my passion. I just spent Rs 1025 at the airport bookstall, buying three Sidney Sheldon and one Anita Nair. I spent the first ten days of my vacation reading "the host" by Stephenie Meyer, and this in fact made my vacation bliss. Reading has gone beyond any of my likes for me. Day by day my taste and interest widens. From just a hobby, it grew into an addiction, a thirst for knowledge, a hunger for fiction and now an undefinable passion. If you are starting to think that I read books just because I enjoy the story or because I have nothing else to do, you are wrong. It is my sheer admiration for beautiful language that makes me read. My appreciation for good creations fuels my readership. I believe that nothings gives me more joy than reading.

I may not be a scholar in grammar. My vocabulary is pathetic. In fact, in my last post I wrote 'payed' instead of 'paid' and my dad still makes fun of me for that. And yet I am crazy about language. I simply love reading, and now this deep affection has inspired me to go to an advanced level. My best friends have encouraged me to review their poetry. A special thanks to Chandana who put a start to this habit. You two have really convinced me that literature is my true passion. You two have made me realize that I have what it takes to become a writer.

I was always a daydreamer. At first everyone thought that it was because of my age and my immaturity that i am always lost in some crazy thought. But let me reveal one little secret. Even today if you take a sneak peak into my room, you can see me talking to myself and making weird noises (I will never tell what those noises are). I guess it is the habit of watching cartoon (Dragonball Z, Naruto, Pokemon, Dexter, KND, PPG... these are my favorites) and reading comics (X-Men, Spiderman, Superman, Batman, Astrix and Obelix, Tintin, Archies.....) that has really boosted my imagination and creativity. Wandering in my own world without fences or boundaries or limits, infinite freedom. When people think that i am locked up in my room, wasting my time, or staring at the ceiling, or when my friends say "Hey, the nerd is studying", the finest stories ever created are going through 1.5kg of grey matter.

Now let me ask you, put into consideration all these facts, is it not really crazy if I don't start writing stories. So that is exactly what I am going to do. I am going to become a writer. Like J.K.Rowling, Stephenie Meyer, Dan Brown, R.K.Narayan, R.L.Stine, Jhumpa Lahiri, Sidney Sheldon, Chetan Bhaghat, I am going to put a new name into the list of "Best Story writers Ever". Ramon Dharma Rajan.

There are a few names, actually many names who deserve credit for making me person who wrote this blog. Never ending gratitude to all my language teachers, Ann Jacob maam- who taught me English last year, Cyriac sir- who taught me English in classes nine and ten,Rachita maam- my tenth standard English tuition teacher, Bushra maam- who taught me Malayalam in classes seven and eight, Roshna maam- who taught me Malayalam in class six. There is special name i have to put in a separate sentence. Lisamma maam. My tenth standard Malayalam teacher. I truly believe that her style of teaching has truly influenced my passion. When she asked our class to by heart the essays and her notes, her style of Malayalam actually changed my style of English. My writing style is completely credited to her teaching. And the Malayalam lessons of class nine and ten have really inspired me to expand my imagination. The way she reviewed Basheer, that gave me a spark, a thought that maybe I can be a writer too (I don't think I have the right to put my name along with the great Vaikkom Mohammed Basheer...sry). I can't believe i am going to do this, but I have to admit my reading habits have started only because of the influence of a big-headed friend named Nitish. I did not want to put this name along with these great teachers and writers but I have to admit. If he had not forced me into reading Harry Potter, I might have not turned the pages of any book no matter how great it be.

Thank you all for having the patience to read this blog. Please pray for me that my dreams come true.

Love

Ramon

Pocko, Doctor, Toothbrush, Hairbin(LOL), X-Men, Dictionary!
I believe that an opening this weird is bound to catch anybody's attention.
I am Ramon. Studying at St.Thomas Central School, Mukkola, Thiruvananthapuram. I have just finished class 11 and proceeding to class 12. Now I am spending a fun vacation in Riyadh, the place I grew up, a place which happens to be home to all my memories, my first step in any journey (I even started blogging over here!). I am a very nostalgic person and maybe thats why I got a little carried away when i started talking about Riyadh. But this is my blog so I am supposed to write everything in my heart. This magical desert now has the ability to activate all my senses. The years I have spend here, the good memories and bad memories, have made this home to me. I don't know the proper route to go to the school where i have been going for 12 years, I don't know the basics of Arabic language, I don't think I have more than 20 friends over here (but those 20 will tear their heart for me), I don't like the climate over here, I always complain about the lack of freedom and lack of entertainment in Riyadh. And yet, this is my home. In spite of my infinite patriotism to India, my motherland, I Have to call Riyadh my home.
I did schooling, that is till secondary school, at International Indian school Riyadh (IISR). It is a part of my heart. I will always cherish the moments there, the teacher who taught me the alphabet, the teacher who taught me Malayalam literature, the teacher who gave me a thumbs up at my debate competition, the teacher who loves me but has not taught me in any class, the teacher who insists that i become class first simply out of admiration for me, the teacher who asks me the toughest questions because she knows only i will answer them, my best friend who bought me cakes and chocolates from the pastry shop in the neighbourhood, my rival who always beat me for all the exams, my enemy who removed my pants in front of the whole class, the kid who made fun of my name, the boy who debated with me on anything to everything, the security guard whose only job was to chase students away, the lame morning assembly which no student payed attention to, and many many other things about which I could describe forever, which i will love from the bottom of my heart. I became a nerd at this school. I developed the enthusiasm and interest in extra-curriculars at this school. I became an orator at this school. I became a writer at this school.
This is my first blog and i thought i had to dedicate this to my origin. I have a lot more to say, a lot more experiences to share, about my motherland, my present school, my best friends, my extra-ordinary experiences and a lot more. But I have to take leave for now. Keep commenting. Love you all.
P.S. Thanks Krishnanunni for helping me make my first blog!