It's a Peeling Feeling

Hi fellas... I'm back after a reeeeeeaaallllly loooong time....

I was trying to access my blog account with the wrong e-mail ID. [ stupid me, as always :) ]

You may find this a bit dragging, but i have to let it out somewhere.

I also promised myself that i would use correct english while writing this blog, and give my mobile phone lingo a much needed break.

Well, onto a more serious note.

This blog represents one of those wierd feelings we have trapped within our souls, but cant be let out. The subject of my blog today is " My beloved Wardrobe Door" a.k.a " The Schumi Shrine.

The wardrobe "housed" over 100 photographs of my Idol, Schumi over the past decade. And i stress on "housed" as the door is history now.

It all began in 1998-99 when as a 12 year old, i cut out my first Black and White Schumi picture from a newspaper and pasted it on my wardrobe door. And that picture was the first of a 114 pictures. I remember so well the look on my parents' face when i used to cut up the sunday and monday editions of the Times Of India on the race weekend. I am not the cleanest guy in the universe, and that led to a massive collage on the wardrobe door. It was one big, red, passionate collage. My friends used to pull my leg so much on that one issue. I have had so many fights with people who have threatened to rip off a few photos. That wardrobe door was so much a part of me that i have around 20 pictures of that door alone. My day would always begin with a glance at the door, a silent prayer to Schumi, and the everything else would follow.

I still remember my best friend's reaction when he first saw my wardrobe door. He was a Mclaren supporter. He was taken aback by the Red passion. He told me - " dude, this makes me almost want to be Schumi's fan". And that reaction, my dear friends, coming from a staunch Schumi opposer was a sweet sweet feeling.

The door was large enough for me to also stick photographs of my football heroes Beckham and Maldini as well. But, it was always known as the entrance to the Schumi Shrine.

Ten years after i started my collection ( my Mom still calls it madness), the door started having a few problems. It started bending, creaking and what not. My parents approached me with the idea of getting the wrdrobe re-done, and this meant the Schumi Shrine would go! I vehemently opposed it, but i knew that i was waging a lonely battle.

I was outnumbered and outdone emotionally as well as logically. So, on one sunday evening ( it was a race-weekend, and it did not surprise me one tiny bit), i sat down peeling down the photos one by one, and also trying to salvage as many photos as i could. ( Old newspaper when pasted with glue is alsomst impossible to remove cleanly) I lost 26 photos, recovered 55, and the rest, i left the on the wardrobe door. 2 days later, the old entrance to the Schumi Shrine was uprooted from it hinges, and mercilessly thrown out.

Thank God for small mercies - I was not home when the wardrobe door was ripped apart.

The new wardrobe is in place, but it is plain, blank and boring.

There is no more Scarlet!!! But there will always be Scarlet!!!

See ya soon.

Till then, Adios amigos.

Miss u champ!!