'Lion King-1 Villain's on my body

Actually, I have no plans on blogging about the Lion King Villain. It's just that he happened that his name being "Scar" and I wanted to blog about Scars. Lion King-1 Villain is Scar. The heading means Scars on me. Okay? Get it now? Alright, let's get with it.

Scar. The thing that makes you realize what mistake you've done (mostly the accidents), and paves way for you to become more cautious in life. Scars can even happen due to bad childhood parenting, that's cruel. If a parent gives his child a scar just because the child misbehaved, he/she is not a Parent, I say. I can't talk about that. Scars definitely happen due to carelessness. So, I have been in three lessons that taught me to be careful when you're playing in the Life. Three Lessons, three Scars. As a kid, I loved to play around. Me being an active kid, I was so mischievous. But when time rolls on your activeness tends to decrease and then increase. The Laziness- It's like a freaking 'up and down' graph. I'll explain. When we are born, we are frickin' lazy. All we have to do is Sleep, Food, Sleep, Sleep, Food, Sleep, Food Food, Sleeeeeeep.

That's pretty much it. And as we grow up, depending on our characteristic nature, we tend to be active and less active (this is more than when we are the infant). In the kid stage, we have fun and all other stuff. As we attain the mid-teenage, we start to get a little bit lazier when we are in our Tenth holidays and in the twelfth grade Public and the end of Schooling holidays. You are somewhat active in this period, you know, going out with friends. Note that I said, a little bit lazier which is when compared to that of our kid stages. You might have had your active-est months by playing Cricket or extremely hanging out. But as soon as you enter college and walk past all the Raggings, the fear of staffs, relieving from Home sicks and getting comfortable with friends you again become lazy. After College, there, you again become active searching for jobs, settling in life, getting married and the Laziness percentage stays low. Then after some years, the laziness starts to increase and it starts to increase from the age, say 55. And in the final -the Graveyard, the laziness percentage attains Centum. Here's a chart to denote the Up and down variation of the Laziness in our life.

I made up the chart. Copyrights Reserved. If you don't agree with this, blame my brain.

*Click on it for a Better View*

Oh my gosh! I almost forgot, Laziness isn't what I was about to talk about, was it? So, where was I? Yes, the three scars. All three of 'em, right on my face. Let's take them as three different parts.

1. The Eye Brow

2. The Nose

3. The Chin

#1 THE EYE BROW 

Well, this is a big one. I'll tell it as Number three. Bear with me for a second.

*scribbles fast*

1. The Eye Brow The Chin

2. The Nose

3. The Chin The Eye Brow

Is this right now?  Okay *Exhales*

#1 THE CHIN

I have a scar under my chin. This happened during my kid stage. So, that means 50 % active. That's the activity when I am up and the laziness 50% is only when the kid is sleeping. Since this happened when sun was shining, I can consider that to be a daytime and I was active and that was sure. I was at this function which I don't remember neither where nor what function it was. But I was running around poking people, jumping on chairs, riding imaginary bikes, cars and horses (Ha ha ha!), playing with kids of my age, running around (Dude, you already said that!) ....oh yeah...and stuff like that. I was wearing a Trouser and a tee, brown, it was. You can easily identify me in the crowd asking people, "Have you seen the trouser boy?” As I was jumping around, I tried jumping down three stairs which was near the entrance door. I tried jumping from the first to the third and just like you're thinking, I fell. (Reader is happy?) Well, my chin hit the first stair and opened the skin. Blood oozed and I blacked out (You did not black out. Do you even know what Blacking out it?).Okay, I cried and they took me to the doctor and he stitched and patched me up. And my chin is happy till now. I may never know what future will bring, now, Can I? I'll just hope I don't get another scar on my chin.

Look at me making that I-have-been-a-jerk look. I am so cute, aren't I? The photographer took a photo of me in this condition. Why would he do that? Maybe he knew that I'll start a blog and start posting useless and stupid blog posts. Whatever. Thanks to the Photographer. The man in that photo is my Uncle Vijayarajan, for those who are able to perfectly identify him. Again, I am so cute. I can't stop staring at this picture. Wait a second. Looks like I didn't have any stitches. I might have just bled and they put a Band-Aid. You can see that Band-Aid right there, right? Okay, that's Number 1.

#2 THE NOSE

This one on the nose, this didn't happen because of my jumping around or doing the things that I told you before. This happened to me when I was much younger. The Child Stage. So, we were in Kallimandhayam at that time and we were living in a Single House after we moved out of the old house due to House-Owner issues. My dad loved lifting me and carrying me on his shoulder where I literally felt like I was at the top of the world at at that time. Elders would say this sometimes to a new parent "Never lift a child above your head inside your home". The problem with elders saying this is that they really don't mention why and what. They just say it and go. We have to follow them as it is. If we ignore them, we'll certainly get the outcome to what they said and later we'll realize it and understand why they said that. My dad was having me on his shoulders where I sat majestically feeling awesome. I would feel like I was the controller of a big robot just like the ones in the Power rangers TV Series. And once, when he tried to enter a room with me still sitting on his shoulders smiling away, I hit the ceiling. The place between the eyebrows and where the nose starts hit ceiling and it cut that skin open.

That's when they realized that Elders' saying. Then I was patched up by some doctors I guess. I have no chance of remembering them, as I was more a Child for Duck's sake.

#3 THE EYEBROW

This one is the best. There's a thing between us going to the relatives' home. The day before we leave from their homes, something happens. So, this one day, I was at my Cousin's home in Karaikudi. The day before leaving, I was on their front yard (if I may call it that) with my Cousin Brother. I was playing a game with him, I guess. At that time, I was a kid who didn't have much height whereas he was Bigger, Taller, Stronger and sharper than me (Of course). I was having a fun time with him playing with him in their front yard where there was a tree. And my brother came up with a wild idea. We had a single 25 p coin with us. He told me that if one of us hung from the tree and jump down, the person will get that 25 p. So we were doing that. The branch on which we both hung to and jumped was a very low lying branch but from my prospective it was quite high. My brother could easily hang on to it and jump down like it was eating a candy. I was not like that. I would have to Climb it like it was Mount Everest. As it was so easy for my brother he would do very faster and get that 25 p back from me so quickly. But my turns took time. The 25 p switched hands time to time when it was in my hands, it'll go to my brother in 5 seconds tops. For me to get that, it'll take me at least 30 seconds.

Here comes the part. For some time, we both were hanging using two hands and jumping down to the ground (Not the down-to-ground). Then he started to hang on to the branch with his one hand and he started showing off the thing that he can do when he has that "Being-big" thing. It amused me. So, I tried imitating him. And my bad luck, I fell like a baby squirrel falling out of its nest. Their front yard had tiles like Bricks fixed. And some were damaged and many removed. At a removed condition, the floor would be like the ground an inch lower and the place where the tile is present, an inch higher. So, the tile's corner would be sharp enough to tear skins. Yes, this day, it chose whose skin it wanted to tear. Mine. I fell with my eyebrow facing the tile's corner edge and it tore my skin beneath my eyebrow. *claps*

Then my cry called everyone from inside the home OUT. My Mom's Sister (Whose home we are currently at), her husband, my mom's younger brother, his husband and my Mom came running out to see me. My mom's sister is a Doctor and they carried me to the nearest hospital. I was crying and everyone is panicking at that situation. Then within sometime, I am at the hospital and the doctors' crew are above me like Bomb-defusers looking at a Bomb suitcase at a busy road. They were surrounding me and were doing their patch-the-patient stuff. I was yelling "No...Please...Please don't...I am scared" and all silly thing which not only me, everyone during a pain cries. Then I blacked out due to all that blood and the rush and the crying.

The next day I woke up and one half of the world was black. I walked up to the mirror and saw my eyebrow having a big bandage around it covering the eye too. Well, it was on me for two days, I guess. Bandage for two days and Scar for a lifetime.

So, whatever you do, be careful. Every. Frickin'. Where.

That's it. I've bored you again. Bore you soon again.