My first essay

I did my first creative writing when I was around six years old, a essay on 'Bus', written in my mother tongue, Tamil. When ever I just come across this essay of mine, while my mother arranges the old trunk boxes, I congratulate myself for the logical mind I had even when I was so young. Frankly most part of that essay, written in a yellowish paper which is at the verge of being torn now, deals about the external appearance of the bus, uses of the bus and the other such silly things that excites a six year old. It also has a small diagram of a bus drawn in crayon. But what excites me most about that essay even today is one particular paragraph.

Before I write about that paragraph, I need to give you some information. In those days, the buses in Tamil nadu were run by different transport corporations, depending on the district in which the bus runs. Each transport corporation had names of famous personalities, kings etc, and the names were painted in bold letters on either side of the bus. Now there are only few transport corporations in Tamil nadu and they have their names of the cities in which the head quarters of the transport corporation is situated. (eg, Villupuram transport corporation.) The names of the personalities were replaced by cities names, since the people belonging to every caste wanted the names of the famous leaders of their caste to be given to transport corporation, and it led to lot of chaos and the Government could tolerate it no more.

In those days, the buses in my district were run by Dr. MGR transport corporation, named after former chief minister of Tamil nadu.( the fact I did not know then). The buses in Chennai were run by Pallavan transport corporation.

Now lets read the translation of that paragraph:

"The buses in Chennai were named after Pallavas, who were the kings of areas surrounding Chennai (as I had studied in history). The buses running in my village are named after Dr. MGR. So I think Dr. MGR must have been the king of areas surrounding my village."

My logical thinking (!!!) had converted the chief minister of Tamil nadu to the petty king of my village. Any how I still admire my creativity at such a young age and look myself in the mirror with pride.