Its not the brand but its you!!!

Well, If you think is really cool to own a audi car or a skoda or a civic or any fancy named car, I will not disagree with you!! And to match your appearance with it and to show off you might wear puma shorts,puma chappal,rolex watch, ray ban glasses..again well its cool!! (Ofcourse I'm jealous!)
But what I just don't understand is that why you don't behave in a way that suits your look and that reflects your status!!Fine, everyone looks at you cos you have a shiny car but it doesn't mean you own the road..
Why can't you wait when there is a red signal??and why the hell do you keep honking, you want everyone to see your vehicle, come on when I see that a fancy car's driver honking at me for not moving my scooter when there is a red signal, there is just one thing I want to do, get down and scream at him. You do not earn respect by the way you dress up or by your possessions but by the way you behave.Don't cruise through the road as if its your private lane and don't despise people who walk on the road, don't scream at watchmen or securities who try helping you because they are a class lower, they are much better people with  a lot more sense than you!!

Want to go back in time!!Can I?

Sometimes it is very hard to get some things sink into your head.
Like the fact that I need not go back to hostel, and my mom need not pack snacks or thokkus for me and my friends anymore,I need not board the Cheran train in platform no.11, or get down in the morning and curse the auto and call taxi guys for charging triple the rate or the bus guys for dropping me in a place far away from hostel and that I have to walk all the way with my luggage. Or get a small nap as soon as I reach hostel and make up reasons like I didn't sleep in bus to bunk classes.
Never will I get a chance to sit in that mess table and while away all the time with the juniors and seniors and classmates by talking the same old things again and again. Never will we get to throw our plates out of anger, or get excited about the thakkali thokku, and the pickles during romali roti days, or smell the aroma of that coffee that pulls us back for another round.
Never will I get messages telling "Come to M-203" , "Don't bunk,you'll get caught with HOD" or will I get suspended for the various silly things, or will we get to stand near the water doctor after every single hour.
Never will we get a chance to go for a trip as a class and scream out of happiness or dance away to glory.Never can we go to the day scholar's house every other weekend for that home food.
Never will we get to sit in those conference halls or Q-angle and scream each time our classmates name was announced immaterial of whether it was of any importance or not.
Never will I get a chance to run away for dinner with the guys and get away with a lab slip.Never will I get to sit in the EDP and spend time, never will I get a chance to fight with selvarani or the dep warden.
Last day in the hostel I couldn't sleep, I wanted to cry miserably but I couldn't. When I packed my things and when the driver took off, I realised how much I belonged to this hostel, the things I have learnt here,the adversities I have faced here, the friends and the acquaintances I have made here. All I could do at that time was silently cry when I saw " PSG HOSTELS - HOME AWAY FROM HOME" , indeed it was and I for the first time after so many years agree to it!!A week has passed and I'm still not able to believe after these holidays I need not go back there and I need to start a new life all over again!!

100-not enough!!

Few years back, when I got my mobile they said every day 100msgs free and I was so happy and wondered what I would do with 100msgs and what is there to discuss for HUNDRED messages and whom do I know first of all.It would be difficult to even touch 2 digit number of messages, days passed by found new friends and started messaging them, even then reaching 100 would be difficult.Few more days passed found a friend,and started messaging,it became 60 per person from 60 per day to a lot of people. Few more days 100 not enough, for every message after 100 my mobile used to beep "Last Call charge 50p" , damn!!Chuck it, can top up tomorrow or wait anxiously till 12 to get the 100 msgs recharged and use it all up by 2 in the night.
Then years passed by with every provider catering our needs by increasing the limit at cheap rates.Now again after so many years the govt has passed this rule back "Only 100 per day", god knows wat they gain cos of this but I'm sure many people atleast think they are losing a lot.
But personally I feel, there is nothing like 100 msgs per day, you have to convey all that you can in those 100 small msgs to the other person to whom you are hesitant to call, and the days you can't afford to lose even 50p you wait anxiously and patiently till 12 to send that one good night.
If we crib about 100 free msgs, think about the days when there was no msgs but only phone calls,when only hi-fi ppl could afford landlines and the wives of men working abroad or the mothers of children who study elsewhere need to have to go to a STD/ISD phone booth to call and on the other end the person would eagerly keep looking at the phone for the call at a particular time of the day and would look at the shopkeeper's face anxiously and would feel excited when tells that the call is only for him.
Even before this, during the age of letters,postcards, how important the person who receives the letter would have felt.The eagerness when the postman brings the letter to know from who the letter is,if its good or bad,what is it about, cannot be matched with any new technology.The smell of the blue color inland letter,the care put in to open the letter carefully so that we don't tear it in the wrong place, reading the letter all over again a million times and get the eyes welled up, and the butterflies in the stomach while you find the letter after few days while cleaning can not be matched at all.I have seen people and sometimes even me complain about not getting a return call or a msg, but can this wait be matched with the wait that a person would do when he posts a letter in the postbox.How wonderful are these feelings, longer the distance,longer the wait,more is the affection and love.I still remember when I was young when I used to spend my summer vacation in bangalore at my grandmom's place and when there was no facility to make regular phone calls, my mom used to write to me,I was 6 years old then, so obviously I didnt know how to read, my paati used to bring the letter to the balcony in the afternoon telling  "yaaru kitta irundhu letter paaru, amma has sent a letter for sudha", and she used to open it and read it for me, and I used to send back those drawings of mountain sun house and all back to her.These phone calls every day and these different kinds of messages will just not match those feelings.

Last days at College

Every day, when I get up there is just one thing I pray to god,24hours a day is not enough,please extend the number of hours per day..I wish the days were longer and nights shorter so that I can spend the entire day in M-203,RV,greenland,IMS,pan shop with the rest of the 37.And every time I go to IMS with these people,I so wish the time stands still, but it just doesn't.

Count Down is quite quick, it is movie faster than seconds ,the fear of passing out,fear of not being together,fear of not seeing everyone everyday,and the fear that we will not be identified as students anymore, is all sinking in slowly.

Can't imagine of days where I need not get up for 8:30 class and run in the bridge at 8:29 to not to get caught with HOD, and not getting excited for classes getting cancelled,not being able to bunk every alternate day,not trying for proxies,not getting suspended atleast once for unruly behaviour every semester,not being able to dodge seminars by bringing non-working OHPs and projectors,and not begging for free hours and being clueless of wat to do,and not having a water doctor installed near classes to waste our time there after every break,not be able to go EDP every single hour,not having sleepless nights for packages,not belonging to Coimbatore anymore.

Before internship if people had asked me,what do you wish for the most?Instantly I would have said "Get done with college".Now you ask me or any of us for that matter the same question, we would say "Start our college all over again".These five years at college have been fabulous, especially the days after our internship.

I can't believe I'm writing this even before 15 days of my end of college,every days is so fun filled, every day we want to record and remember,every day we want to say WE LOVE OURSELVES SO MUCH,we have become self obsessed;we know that,we are not able to come out of it.There is no difference as a boy or a girl, we are all the same,we enjoy and have enjoyed every moment together.

Its as if we all have drunk a potion for happiness, that our mouths just do not close, we either smile or talk about our college lives, and we still don't get bored and I don't think we will either.Happy that towards the end everything is going on good, and till the end we want it to be the same.

I just feel so blessed and lucky to belong to a class of 37 wonderful people who have in some way or the other helped me in being what I am today.People say "The friends you make in college are the best ones and being in college is the bestest of times in your life", I have realised it and I'm living that statement.

Breathing every moment!!!

Bad times is it?!! Or have we created it ourselves??What is it with all of us!! Why do all of us have to go through this torture...The torture does not come in one form, it has split itself into as many forms as possible.
God has identified people who can undergo uninterrupted torture without complaining much, and has given them that and has left it unattended as if it is none of his business.Why didn't he give all this a few months back??? Why now?????????
GOD!!!Hear us, just 2 months we have, we want to enjoy,we don't want to undergo this, if you think in hind sight all this will be nice, let that be,but right now there is something we think is missing in all of us.The happiness that we had all along, the happiness we had and we still have when we think we stand united as a class and there is no place for a gang or group or such cheap words, the happiness we get when we think that we all will miss our class; you wanna take off all this from us all of a sudden!!Dunno what you have planned for us, but we want to be happy in these remaining two months....remember that!!!
On a different note, we all watch cricket don't we??All of us love commenting right??
All of us praise those men and treat as if they are the best in the world when they win!!And the minute they lose,those unstoppable words out of our mouth, the interest we show in discussing their loss irrespective of whether we have knowledge of the game, their situation, their condition.Immaterial of all this we comment so baselessly, form opinions, when it is none of our bloody business.Just because you give money,just because you want a name, just because you want to feel proud you torture their lives.Do you think they don't want to win?Do you think they love it when you throw tomatoes at them, do you think that they enjoy being mocked,Of Course not!!! They are just waiting for the right time to hit back!!Wait till they do it!!Everyone goes through the dip phase!!And it is that phase now!! 

Naan Valargiraene Mummy (Mummy I'm growing up!!)

Today was our final batch day in college..It was the usual stuff..girls all dressing up in saris and the guys trying to come in formals...and it being more like a girls day to dress up and the guys trying to make it more eventful...
This is the second time we had tied sari after our first batch day...
Like every other time we had planned for a trip this time too...but again this time like every other time we were not sure whether we would be able to go cos of a lot of unnecessary trouble in the class...but in the end we made it..this time the destination was PD's farm...initially we guys were quite apprehensive of how it would be to go to a place like that..will they accept this strong guy-girl interaction and will they put up with all our non sense, but surprisingly the people there were so open minded and that our ideas and thoughts on people in village were sooo wrong...The trip was really awesome starting from the train journey, the dumb-C, PD uncles' farm, the river in which we took bath and the way how many of us were given a bath...the awesome lunch, the small chat with uncle and the return train journey, and arunachalam's amelie thumili dance.
And this batch day only after a lot of hesitance did we agree on wearing a sari .Cos of various personal reasons and with few people having tension about placements we really were not sure of wearing a sari..but then all of us in the end agreed on wearing and all of us took a snap in IAB...and finally cut a cake for unity in IM...
The things that I have mentioned is nothing but wat everyone does every year..and this is wat we also do every year...But there were a lot of things that were not the same...we all had grown up...when I say grown up, I mean we all have grown up together..today I had this little feeling next year or in the coming years when we see this day JULY 4 in the calendar, a small smile, and if you are very emotional (which I am) tears wetting your cheeks and the wonderful memories is what that we all would have but not the wonderful people who were a part of these memories...
Now so many things might be a compulsion because the rest of the class is doing...but later even if we wanna do all these ,the remaining 37 people may not be there....there is not a 1% guarantee that for every get together there would be a full attendance...It aches to think of it...but that is what life is all about whether we like it or not..Life has to keep moving..
These five years might constitute just a minimal percent in our entire life span but definitely these five years have a great impact on all of us...

Four years back, this same day we were getting to know each others' names and were taken on a campus visit and were made to attend an inspiring orientation...and now we are the ones taking the first years for a campus visit and when we look at them we are happy that we are almost done with this five long years but there is this little jealousy about the freedom and the happiness that they would be having and that which is actually waiting to move away from us in a few months....

Waiting for a four more wonderful months...and praying that its gonna be the best and also pray that November never comes as I really don't wanna leave this place ..

Happy Batch Day to us!!! :):)

Final Year!!

Long time since I visited this page. And this gap was because of my vacation, and my busy schedule which is actually keeping me away from using net. A lot of eventful and exciting things are happening and I have made few decisions that might change my life or prolly not.
But one thing, I feel so content nowadays, lot of tough days ahead still some kind of happiness.
The reason being very simple..I'm in final year :):) And I just can't believe...when you go to the mess there are three tables of juniors warmly smiling at you and calling you "akka"..and you have the bleddy guts to raise your voice in front of everyone and you don't fear anyone....somethings which were important seem trivial now...
Tomorrow we'll be organising the interview for the new batch..and that's when I realised we have grown...I remember when I came for the interview five years back..that innocence, that pride of scoring above 90%, that pride of having extra curricular activities and a lot of certificates were the things that all of us knew or had  and that is all we cared to know abt others...I remember the then final years inspiring us by making us feel if we get into this course we are done for our lives (in a positive way)....And how all of us got inspired by the way they spoke to us about the placements, college, and hostel .In spite of their warnings about the rules and food all of us had this small desire of getting into the college and few of us plainly decided in that five minutes conversation that this is the best course and we deserve to be here.Five minutes is all that it took to make that decision and five minutes is all that it took them to convince us...Dunno wat ran on our minds that time that we are here today...
And today when Vishnu came in announcing that "Dei tomorrow we need to volunteer da!! We should help the juniors ...We should put scene..we should boast about our course and why this course and why not other courses...we should talk abt this that"..blah blah..and the list goes on...
And that was when we realised...when we came in five years back, there would have been a rep who would have come to class and would have requested his classmates to do this and there would have been an overly emotional person like me who would have been excited and would have started thinking of ways of motivating the candidates just so that they feel they have done justice to the course and to themselves and feel its the way they can tell the outside world what they would gain and what they would miss if they do or don't get...And that is when we realised all we need is an effective five min conversation that'll make them feel that this is was exactly what they were looking for...

And one more thing I can't believe is happening to me and something I don't want to accept is I'm growing old :(
Its nice to be in final year..you seem to have grown and matured and lived an important part of your life in this very place..and at the same time you are happy about running away from here in another 5 months :P

PS:- Though I have spent five years in a hope that few things would change in hostel for good...they don't change ,they just don't change..they are just becoming worse...like the barbaric behaviour among girls in hostel..somehow they just don't change...and this one thing again makes me happy..cos only when you meet more of such people do you start believing you are much better and you feel happy that you were able to manage even in a place with such people who lack discipline and self hygiene...

The Hangover

DISCLAIMER : I was not drunk and so not the name Hangover!!!

It was in 2009, after our 5th semester and after all the hard work and studies and Unix, all we wanted was a nice holiday.We hostel girls decided all of a sudden that we would go to chennai for a week.Four of us are from Chennai so we decided for a sleep over in everyone's house and as it was November the climate was not all that bad to shop.
All our parents were also excited and didn't lay even one restriction on coming home early or eating out or staying somewhere else thats not home.Nothing just nothing.
It was a night at divi's place. Her dad said lets watch a movie tonight, excited about the thought we started discussing on what movie to watch , and aunty got the snacks ready.Uncle said lets watch transporters, it didnt sound really exciting. Then I said "Why not hangover, the guys said its a very funny movie and its nice, its a new one too!! Why don't we watch that?",Everyone was pleased, so uncle went and got the DVD from the store.
I should have shut my mouth, I told "See you are all gonna praise me for bringing in such a good movie!!"
The movie started and it was not until the second scene came did we realise it was not for family watching. Especially the fat guy's costume designer never got him a pant that fitted him, it was serving the purpose of a sock more than a pant. Okay, most films have those scenes I told my self convincingly. After few mins, when they go to Vegas was the time I literally had to dig my face into my hands, and with uncle sitting right next to me, what an embarassment I say.I could not take another scene..I slowly said "Uncle ennaku thookam varudhu, I'll go sleep,, good night" and I ran off inside the room.
Next day sadly the first one to get up was me..I was having coffee with uncle, I didnt utter a word, he said "Probably its a nice movie, but its not for family viewing that too having us around!!". I said "Next time I will not make any more suggesions!!"
And when I saw the sequel of it releasing I couldn't help but laugh..what uncle would have thought of me..cha!!!

Alone are we???

Yesterday night, one of my friends who generally is not anything of  sensitive or an emotional type of a person suddenly asks "where will you be two years later??". I was busily and merrily licking one of those foreign chocolates and replied "I dunno, all I know is my mom wouldn have got me married by then" and went back to licking...She got irritated.."bleddy!!I'm seriously asking..will we guys meet at all, I think I'll be in the USofA and how can I meet you guys".then it struck me..few would go off to the US to study..few the after marriage life..so whom do I hang out with...damn noone..I mean NOONE...and definitely I cant afford tickets to the US just for a get together...And then we sit and think..do we know anyone else..did we make friends at all...The answer comes up as a plain NO.We haven made any friends,  reading it you might think as us as not the socialising type...Whatever you think we are..we have our reasons for feeling all alone and for feeling that we actually went to primary school again for five years which ultimately never let us be who we are...

Disclaimer : I do not say I'm not benefited in these 5 years..its just that we have been deprived of enjoyment compared to other college...please don't quickly compare us with Jeppiars and tell we are better off...clearly we didn't go to Jeppiar inspite of being offered for the same reason.

Dunno where ill be after 2 years!! :(

Proud!!

I'm really happy now cos someone actually recognised and appreciated the course I pursue..It actually came as a surprise to me after these four years of studying.

Few years back, wen I was fresh into college ,
X would ask "enga sendhu iruka??" (where have you joined?)
I would be like ,"PSG-la M.Sc. Software Engg, 5 year course", the next immediate question ,
"B.Sc. enga panna???"(where did you do B.Sc.)
Damn, but very politely I used to smile and say "aiyo, illa uncle idhu right after school".
They'll be puzzled and they would think:
"what has got into this child, why she wants to do such weird things" and they would again come back with another so thought genuine question;
"yen ma, chennai-la kedaikalaya??" (didnt you get into any college in chennai?)
I wouldn't know wat to tell , I would be like "Illa uncle, this is a nice course".

/*Conversation Ends*/

Fours years back I never cared if they didnt recognise my course and if they didnt appreciate me studying there, sometimes I used to feel bad that I joined here.
But as years went by I stopped telling the course I'm pursuing ,I plainly would say PSG, Major in Computers; Not that I was ashamed of studying this course on the contrary I was proud of being here, and I felt lucky being here, and I hated it when some ignorant fellow to hide his ignorance raised questions about the course while being proud of his son/daughter studying in some course in some college just for the sake its in Chennai and its under Anna University.
The same thing happened when I was doing my internship, people used to ask
"enga project pandra??", I would be so proud and I would say eBay, and they'll be so confused and they'll say "paavam infosys-la kidaikala??"(poor thing,didn't get in Infosys I believe).
This time no anger "Amaam aunty, kidaikala, unga payan adhula-dhaanae irukan, how lucky you guys are :):)" .
She'll be so proud of herselves and walk away as if she had the last laugh.

But today I met this neighbour of mine who had been abroad for quite a few years and he asked me "enna panra??"..with no energy I told him the same, One sparkle in his eyes, he said "Wow, PSG-la??,I tried but they said my marks weren't sufficient, awesome,all the best".For a second I didn't know wat to tell, I was grinning and I said bye and came back running to write this post!!!!

BLEEDS BLUE :):):):)

First things first!! INDIA WON THE WORLD CUP on April 2, 2011 vs Sri Lanka in Mumbai!!!!!!!!!!!!
DISCLAIMER: This post is not in any specific order. As and when something strikes, I would spill it out. I would try my level best to maintain the coherence.

This is not only about how,when and where did they win but also how and where did we watch!!
As I have mentioned in my previous post we went to our friend's place to watch the match.

BEFORE MATCH :
I actually prayed to pillayar before we went to watch the match, cos each time we nine hostelers go out of the hostel for some occasion along with our class, some problem or other would arise putting our possibility of going back to hostel very low.
With all these prayers we left to his house in a call taxi, apparently the taxi driver did not know the route to Sai Baba Colony. I have no clue why a taxi driver in such small a city will not know the route to a prime location.
For ppl who know Cbe route, he was taking the entry into the race course through every possible road.Even if he wanted to increase the kilometer reading, he shouldn have done it so obviously. At last he dropped us in his place, nearly after an hour and that too after asking "Enga ma poonum??" (where do you wanna go?)at the 45th minute of our journey.And when he dropped he asked for 250 bucks as if he was being very genuine and supporting it he gave a reason  "naan neenga ooty ponum-nu nenachaen!!". So infuriated, I was like "idhu ooty-ku kooda wrong route".At last he accepted 150 bucks and left prolly cursing us.

All this anger and tension left our minds the moment we saw the warm smiles of our hosts and our cute nanditha (CP's niece). We quiclkly had our lunch and got ready for the match.

MATCH:

MAJOR BLOW :
No ashwin, a bigger blow than that was Sreesanth in.

When Ravi Shastri told "India won the toss", there was a roar of applause like we won it already, it didn't last long when Sangakara hopelessly said he wanted a re-toss, and unfortunately or fortunately we lost the toss and were forced to bowl first.
/*Meanwhile we got our faces painted with the tri-colors.*/

Each time a wicket was taken, all of us would jump out of our chairs screaming, swearing and clapping all at the same moment. And a four and six were criticized as "paavam da, pona pottum adichitu poranga", cos that was the plight of Sri Lanka  during the very first power play with their key players falling in early overs.

/*Our mouth never  rested with the continuous food supply */

Thanks to Sreesanth for making it easier for Sri Lanka,  if Dhoni had given him an extra over, he would have hit a century.But he didnt want people to miss Nehra, not his fault.
Only when we thought that Zaheer khan was bowling well, with just 6 runs given off 5 overs, did he prove us wrong.Sri Lanka were just 219 by the end of 46 overs, but what they scored by the end was a 274 with an amazing 6 in the last ball of the innings.

People who were projecting just around 250 or 260 were left with a moment of shock and disbelief.And I remember faces of raghav, bairav and vishnu so well during the last power play, sooo speechless and worried.

INNINGS BREAK:
All of us were like, Sachin should score atleast 37 to overtake Dilshan for the title of Highest run taker of the tournament.And what a sight would it be to see sachin score a century in Mumbai.Its all dependent on him and Sehwag.
Again predictions and belief always go wrong in any kind of game. Sehwag got out in the very beginning leaving us with 0-1 and Sachin tried his level best but got out for 18, though  there were many batsmen down the order, the possibility of us winning looked bleak atleast according to the spectators who were expecting wonders from the god himself. How could words support me in expressing the feeling and the irritation and the sadness all of us underwent when sachin got out. There were few of us who almost cried with our throats choking and almost none of us were ready to watch even another ball in the match thinking that would stop them from scoring.
A lot of us became very superstitious, some kept eating thinking that if they stopped eating that India would lose its wickets(a reason to eat), some didnt go to the bathroom, few didnt even get up from the chair.
None of us even wanted to clap for a four, a huge thanks to Gambhir who played so wonderfully under pressure.Only when it was coming back to normal, we lost another wicket, we almost lost hopes and we lost full hopes when Dhoni got himself in without letting the in form Yuvi in.But he got us all shut up with his wonderful innings and partnership with yuvi and gambhir.
The smiles came back on our faces in the last ten overs and with power play left we almost became dead sure we were gonna win.But the excitement was controlled because of the monstrous Malinga.But yuvraj got even the monstrous and the unstoppable Malinga wonder if he really was bowling for Sri Lanka or against them.
When we were worried that India was palying with a one person less (with Sreesanth playing against India), Kulasekara came out telling don't worry I'll replace Sreesanth, wat a spell that guy bowled.Hats off to you and a million thanks for getting us very close to the WC when we totally lost hopes.

With just 4 runs left, Dhoni hit a Huge SIX and finished the match.There was not a person sitting on his chair when the umpire raised his hand signaling a six.All of us were already hugging and dancing with tears rolling out of our eyes and unbounded happiness filling the air. None of us could even talk, all we did was SMILE, a big SMILE for everything.
All we did was thanked god and prayed "Please don't tell us this is a dream , even we wanna tell our kids that we were a part of the history, we saw Sachin lift the World cup, we saw Dhoni hit a huge six as a finishing shot and we cried out of joy, just the way our parents talk about 1983 WC and the way they go on and on about how it was to watch Kapil Dev lift the cup".
All we could do to show that we are proud was, We screamed on the roads, we burst crackers, and we felt proud when Sachin lifted the cup and kept clapping each time his name was mentioned.

Dhoni - You are  an awesome captain.
Sreesanth - Thanks for not playing in the other matches.
Yuvraj - You rock.
Kohli - You already are a star, hopefully next world cup we look forward to you the way we did for yuvraj and sachin this time.
Zaheer - What an improvement form the previous WC.
Sachin  - Respect and Pride.


Sangakara - Wonderful sportsman leaving alone the drama during the toss.
Kulasekara - Thanks again.
Malinga - Awesomeness. But get yourselves a haircut
Muralidharan - We know it was the last WC for you like it was for Sachin, but come on you already were a part of a team that won the WC in 1996.Thank you for the wonderful Cricket!! :)
Jayawardane -Efforts in vain, a good innings though!!


Every moment of this WC finals we would cherish, as I write this blog also my eyes are welled up out of shock, happiness, and pride. I'm so happy that I watched a WC that India won and that I belonged to the era when Sachin , the God who has been burdened with responsibility hope and a million people expecting him to hit a hundred each time  he enters the ground , played and lifted the World Cup.

BLEEDS BLUE!!!


PS : Thanks Sudharsan ,aunty , uncle , nanditha(cheer leader) for making it possible for us to watch this historical match. 

BLEED BLUE

This post is for me to remember this ICC cricket World Cup 2011 at PSG.
Most of us had been complaining about how impossible it was to watch a match in that small TV hall.And only when it was impossible for us to watch a match, India went till semis and that too they were gonna meet Pakistan in the semis. Total disappointment and adding to it was our lab exam.

We were so clueless to what we were gonna do and what a shame it would be to not to watch an India vs Pak , that too a WC match and that too a semis.
And suddenly someone from the hostel says " they are gonna screen it in a big screen". There was a huge smile on all our faces , and even people who generally are not interested in cricket became excited .All of us ran to the TV hall to catch places (not chairs, ground). It was so much fun to sit on the ground and hoot and scream for every ball whether it was of any significance or not.And by the end of the first innings when we thought we wanted a break, the crowd made it impossible cos once you get up, you need to stand for the entire match. So we made up our mind "lets sit here for the full match and its ok even if its an innings break, cant give hunger a higher priority at the cost of a seat".
There were a lot of incidences that made it even more memorable. There were a bunch of people who would start clapping even if it was a wide ball. According to them the ball didnt hit the bat and the batsman didn''t run and so out of love for their country they believed they had an awesome bowler who has been attacking the opponents well.
And how some girls managed to appreciate a player for his fielding when he was not even on the 11 squad :P:P and I literally had to turn around and tell her "He is sitting in the pavilion cos he is not there in this match".

Not to blame them, anyone in this world will be excited to watch an India Pak match. For once I'm thankful to PSG for marking a memorable moment in our lives in hostel.

By the way India is taking Sri Lanka on 2 April 2011 in the finals. Hopefully we win this WC cos even god would want Sachin Tendulkar to lift theWorld Cup atleast once in his life.
To watch India lift the cup, all of us in the class are going to go to Sudharsan's and Saranya's house to watch the match due to the inconvenience caused to our butts in the hostel and for the heck of togetherness and fun and to make life at PSG more memorable!!!
And we are gonna paint oursleves and indulge ourselves in all the possible crazy activities , and to show our support all of us wore blue dress to college today .:):)

PS: Thanks Sudharsan and SD for it and  we hope that your family will be able to put up with our non sense!!:P

Aiyo yentha Sweetness!!!

Okay, I was waiting for a long time to do this post..but never found the (not time) exact words. This is like the nuclear reactors getting heated up everyday and bursting all of a sudden.
There is this one person who has come back in our lives again after around 3 years.
It all seemed good until 2 months back, when she eventually forgot the content of the subject and started concentrating on different aspects of human life like how to grow hair, how to cut nails, how to eat food, how to talk, how to walk, to whom to talk, and such unwanted stuff which definitely a person of my age is really not ready to listen.This might have been the result of her knowledge equivalent to Nagamma ( a woman in ladies hostel who does a routine check on the above mentioned acts) in the subject. We always felt there was a swap in personalities like they tell in movies "koodu vittu koodu payaradhu" , she actually took up the role of a head watch man in the college or some equivalent or higher position in that genre of job that she always was worried wat happens outside the class, among the students, with the students but never worried about her subject.
Initially we thought she was mad and were getting  angry but actually now few of us have suddenly started loving her. She is really sweet, that you seriously can't can't love her. She walks inside the class and like some in-law complaining about the new girl in the house , she complains to us of the room being stuffy and suffocating and how the chalk was not writing and how the desks were unclean.Can't blame her right, she thought we also swapped jobs with the info desk man like her .
It doesn end there, she takes attendance, she writes down few numbers on the board, so innocent we would be that we would think she is writing some sequence or series or some generating function and we'll be waiting for her to explain, only then we would realise those numbers are roll nos. of people who have bunked and cannot enter the class without a apology letter as if it was some crime. Again It doesn end there, she would start advising us on how wrong it is for a guy and a girl to even look at each other cos even the breath of a guy would get the girl pregnant, and how wrong it was to not to respect parents, and how this world is full of Fibonacci series and Euler function and such equivalent crap and how humans are not important  until they have done a research ( Its okay even if you considered doing a research on her cos she is a unique piece).Okay we might think those are her personal beliefs, good but why don't you keep to yourselves.
And coming to the academic side torture she does, she would ask you to write 3 tutorials 1 assignment 2 revision tests, a cycle test and a pre-sem (like pre-board), and mind you all this for just 10 marks. Damn and she expects you to write an assignment and know every word by heart including the bloody references along with the year published so that she can murder you with her questions in front of a class of 40 people.
Again, it doesn end here, like the word amen which is uttered at the end of a prayer, she says "do research" in the end of every class.She should actually consider joining our ruling party cos they are the ones who would keep telling "Tamil engal Moochu" unnecessarily even in a UN gathering forgetting the purpose of the meeting and the type of audience.
And again it doesn end here.In my four years in this college, I have never been instructed on what to do during a break. I would go to the restroom if I couldn control my bowels and I would go to canteen if I was hungry and I would drink water if I was thirsty and talk to people if none of the above hit my body. This is how I have been for the past 4 years in college and 14 years in school, all of a sudden this woman walks into my life and tells if I do all this I'm misusing the break and that was the time I realised she was the sweeeeeeetest thing on earth .
Just because I am done with the post it does not mean I'm done with her it just means my love for her and her sweetness is beyond words to be expressed.
You can even expect a part-2 for this post.
Seriously, she is a result of some genetic experiment and as one of my friend says "she is this harmful nuclear explosion that is affecting every generation of our course" .

BrainNotNeededException because it’s COBOL.

I remember a few years back we used to start our packages a month prior to our submissions, I know you might be thinking we were insane, yes we were, what could you expect when we had to do projects in languages like COBOL. God, do people even use those languages, if they still are then we should probably wake them up and tell them time has changed and we should connect their brains to an internet and update them on the various new things in the world presently.

It was in second semester when this torturous subject was in our syllabus. Initially we thought it was an easy task to do, we all promptly started it a month prior to the submissions thinking we can finish it in a day or two and then submit it even before the last date and run away home. How wrong we were, that stupid thing just didn’t end, all of us like crazy fools took huge huge management systems as if we were gonna deploy them.

Six of us in hostel started together, only when we opened our laptops did we realize we didn't have a compiler, once we got it installed we realized we didn't know how to code. Slowly we learnt how to add 2 variables in COBOL, and then we realized we had to include procedures in the package. All of us are confused,"Damn!!why can’t we just code, why do we have to modularize it, as if it is gonna make this language any efficient or better".

By the time we started (I mean started the second time), 3 days over. We all promptly started with our work. All of a sudden, one of them out of frustration or inquisitiveness asks “By any chance was this programming language introduced even before things like space and time complexity were introduced??". As if that was a very genuine question, the rest five of us shook our heads, "NOOOOOO".

Every alternate day one of us used to bunk for doing the package, thankfully the suspension schemes were not there or probably the scheme was not for junior classes. Never have we detested coming back to room in the evening, those were the days when we really didn't wanna come back and as soon as we come we used to do a round of polambals and again promptly continue with that irritating thing, and our only consoling factor used to be that one song "Jash-ne-Bahara" which continuously would run on the loop and to take off that happiness would be those irritating errors that all of a sudden would infect our code from nowhere, the errors that even founder of COBOL cant debug because they would be errors which would occur only in Line#223 and not in Line#224,  we guys should be given Nobel Peace Award for finding those errors, fixing them and yet not throwing away our systems.

By the time, we were done with this, a new thing arises, "you need to put GUI", and all of us are like “What? Does that even exist in this language???”The creating of GUI was the worst part, it was like dressing up Paravai Muniyama as Mallika Sherawat, and I mean how it is even possible??But yes we did, by the time we submitted we were all famished and sleep deprived, and when we came back to hostel there was a wide smile on all our faces, it was good riddance expression, ultimately none of us went home cos it was not 2 days that was taken for the package but an entire month.

Aaarrrgghh!!!

What the hell am I doing here?? sitting in hostel and blogging when I should have packed my bags and gone to chennai and taken a flight to Delhi tomorrow morning. All of them are going to Dehradun, Hrishikesh, Haridwar when I sit and do package,assignment. If I bunk one hour I'm screwed, I get suspended, I need to apply for leave and I need to write a letter like I'm in fifth class. Damn!!I very badly wanna GOOOOOOOOOOOOO now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sirrr........**BLANK** (Suspension-Part 2)

Today morning I forced myself to get up, I was really lazy to even open my eyes to see the time but my motivation was HOD, I was very sure that he was not gonna let us enter the class even today and that will give us an opportunity to come back and sleep. I made up my mind that we should not keep visiting his room again and again once he sends us out.

Promptly the 10 of us,(There was one guy among the 10 who was so confident that he can get away with it as he thought he had some valid reason) went and stood outside his cabin, he totally ignored us when he walked past us .But when he did that, there were 3 of us across whose face there was a BIG smile. We looked at each other, we gained confidence that he was not gonna let us in even today and we can go back to hostel and sleep. The triumphant smile and happiness faded when the rest said lets go and beg him again. So ,hopelessly we went in, this time no please sir or no sorry, (STOP!! don’t think we fought), we actually kept quiet, and he also kept quiet, it was 'pesum padam,', that one guy who was so confident of getting away with it was the one who got shouted at more cos he was the only one who spoke. HOD didn’t even care about his reason, he said "you are wasting time, I don’t need any manangatti reason" .The one hour we spent inside his room was like the time spent in mourning, cos noone spoke and in the end he walked off. The improvement for the day was we didnt get chucked out when faculties came, the previous day we had a bitter experience of getting chucked when an attender came.

As soon as he walked off, few of us were like "Come lets go to hostel, it’s a waste standing here". Then few were "Let’s go meet Mr.X, he is the one who can or should solve this issue". I definitely didn’t wanna meet the "savior", I just went off to the hostel.

Had an awesome sleep until I got disturbed by a call saying "Let’s go at 5 to meet him”. All of us get ready and go to college to hear that the suspension has been revoked. You might think I was happy but I definitely was not. I was really sad about not getting to sleep when the rest sit in class. We had to submit an apology letter, few of us actually thought of writing, "We kindly request you to grant us with 2 more days of leave, Thanking you for suspending us". But the rest of them didn't allow us to do it. With sad faces we returned back worried that we need to start preparing for the assignments due this week.

Few unforgettable things

1.DP's assumption that letter will be sent home and our names would be stuck in notice board along with photos.

2.Aparna's worry about telling her parents and her bigger worry being that she would not be able to take seminar.

3.CP's confidence that he wont get suspended.

4.Viswa refusing to come to meet HOD cos he was watching Guzaarish.

5.Mine,mike and raghav's worry of going back to class again.

6.Reeni's complain of her having full attendance and still getting suspended.

7.The seriousness of the situation that failed to sink into ash.

8.The best being the part where we went off to hostel and took rest after getting bored of begging.

9.Raghav's idea of pulling a book out of the bag and reading in front of HOD, just to show him how funny it looked.

10.Michael's readiness in walking away as soon as HOD told get out the first time.

PS:- The suspended gang was very proud of themselves like Bhagat Singh after freedom struggle that they took pics with the apology letter near HOD's cabin.

Sir Sir Sir, Please sir!!(Suspension-Part 1)

What a day!! I get up at 7:30 in the morning, look around, it felt like midnight and that was a clear sign for me to bunk. You may ask why the hell do you bunk on a Monday morning?? Answer is very simple, cos its bunk and there is no reason for it. But fearing a suspension, I got ready for the second hour. Suddenly I get a message “Have you bunked first hour, even I did, call me when you leave for 2nd hour”. So definitely I’m not the only one who bunked. Both of us together were getting ready to leave, on our way we see another 2 people joining us, okay that was when I got scared, prolly we’ll get chucked out of class, but proud and confident that all that suspension crap is for the guys who are bunking the entire day and not the ones who bunked first hour (as if we had some genuine reason). Promptly we attended the lab hour and came back to hostel for lunch.


Suddenly we get a message, “Please meet HOD before attending the second session”. All of us are like “Why the hell, we just bunked one hour!!” and the reply message says “Immaterial of the no. of hours you have taken off, you are supposed to meet, please get your reasons ready!”

Like five of us sit and think of reasons, “Prolly we can tell him we didn’t have ID cards”, or “We should say we are not feeling well”, “what about no water in the bathroom”, “what about slept off: P”.

Then we decided none of these reasons can justify for our absence for just one hour that too Monday first hour and he is definitely not gonna believe us. So we decided let’s give a blank expression when he questions.

10 of us totally went and stood outside his cabin. He acted so oblivious to us; all he said was “Don’t waste your time, come next week”. We kept looking at his face, even a deaf person would have acknowledged his statement better than what we did. At an interval of five mins he would say “Dont waste your time, take rest” and we would follow it up with “Sorry Sir, Please sir, we won’t repeat it again.” This cycle went on for like 15 mins. Then to his rescue, a faculty came in and eventually we were chucked out of his cabin. As soon as she went out, we again entered, this time he got frustrated, “Behave like professionals, I say get out don’t waste time, go attend your health problems and finish your backlog of sleep”. We were so shocked, cos in the one hour this was the longest sentence he spoke and for that also we had the same line “Sorry sir, we won’t repeat it again sir, please sir”, like we didn’t know anything else to speak in English. Then a long pause, he continues to read a book on stochastic process amidst the noise made by us and suddenly he decides that we aren gonna let him be in peace, so he switches off the light in his cabin and just walks away. Definitely he was gonna take more than an hour to come back, so meanwhile we went and refreshed ourselves and came back to tell the same words. As expected it didn’t work, few told him “sir I wasn’t well, I have full attendance sir, this is the first time....”, he looked “you have attendance right, attend your health issues, this is of more priority”, and that person is shocked thinking “Nothing would be considered as a reason, is it?” . Finally it became dark, like some ethics followed in Mahabaratha war we didn’t like standing after dusk. So we left for the day to start it afresh the following day after the first siren in the morning!! :P

Resident Evil

I just realised that I am a big time sadist (NOTE:I'm not complaining, instead smiling :P ).
I usually am one, but today the percentage has increased. Simply because, I did something that the others didn't, I experienced something that the others failed to. When you do something, you never realise its output when you are doing it, but once you think it has come out well after its over, you just cant shut up but go on and on about it.And when you know the one sitting next to you didnt get it right, and you happen to somewhat detest him/her, you just cant shut up, you just have to rub it in just for the heck of it.
Reading all this might not sound anything pleasant, you might really I think I'm such a sadist, but all I'm doing is giving a evil grin.
I'm doing this post, cos down the years, if it happens that I become saadhu, I should remember I was no better when I was young.
All of us have this evil residing in us, don't we!!But not everyday we accept it!!

Dust Bin was there!!

Divi comes running from the wash basin screaming to the table where we were eating, " Are we still in a girls hostel".
All of us were like "Why what happened, has the management allowed the guys to come for dinner to the girls' mess?"
She sighs (Obviously, such an invalid question we had asked!),
" Aiyo, not that, I was just thinking that prolly when we were away they decided to house animals too in here to slowly convert it into a zoo and then call it Zoo away from Zoo!"
By that statement, it shouldn't have been difficult for us ,who have been staying for a few years now, to guess wat could have been the reason for such a statement, but surpisingly we were clueless, blame it on our long period stay here.
There were a lot of questions, "Did someone push you?", "Did someone pour water on you?", "Did they throw food on your plate?", "Did they say "excuse me" in a queue?","Did someone grab your food?",or "Did they hit you with a plate".
She was like "Do you think I would be surprised if someone did this, that too after all these years?".
( NOTE: The above mentioned questions were posed only out of personal experience, experienced atleast once a day")
We got frustrated , "What is it that has been newly introduced in the list of things that would please us?"
She points out to a place near the wash basin, all we could see was a few girls throwing food in the dust bin from a distance of 10 metres as if they were shooting a ball in a loop with atmost precision. We were very annoyed about the fact that they were throwing things from a distance, then divi was like "You guys haven seen the full scene, they are actually not throwing it in the dust bin, first of all there is no dust bin there, they are marking the place where the dustbin was there by throwing things around the mark that the dust bin had made when it was there."
All we did was smile and just walk away cos we didnt know how to react.
When I was staring stunned by the amount of animosity, I hear a girl from behind tell "Enna di aachu?? " (as if the scene didnt surprise her)
The other girl said "Therila di ", and they leave the scene by promptly throwing the waste around that place where the dust bin was there.

Memories of Goa

I call it a dream like all the others do. Only a dream can be unbelievable, it can be what you want or wish it to be and you never know when it started but you would feel the end right after you wake up and feel for it not lasting forever.
This is a dream that 33 of us experienced for around six days and even now we are refusing to come out of it.
Designing this dream was not an easy job but it felt like a breeze cos of Alagiri, SV, Arthi, Sudharsan and   Shivram.
The dream was filled with beach, sea food, volley ball, water sports, shacks and of all a set of 33 wonderful people always around.
We do not know how we became close, we do not know what made us grow close, all we knew was we could just randomly choose a person out of the lot for help no matter what it was.
The train journeys were remembered for the mafia games, dumb-c, the card games, and sha-boo-three :P, the endless manga sessions, standing near the door, coffee and tea at random stations.
And the bus journeys for dance, music, and at times getting hidden in the last rows to just come out surprisingly very active.
A halt at any beach is incomplete without us getting drowned in them, the choke slams where the guys literally push the girls down the sea only when a scaringly huge wave hits, a game of volley ball, monkey game in the beach and a lot of other silly games.
Dinner had always been an exciting part of our trip, cos we girls had never gotten a chance to go out with our class guys for dinner on any day in college.I should say I got to know a lot of guys really well cos of the dinner at the sea food restaurant, where we eventually ended up every day.The first day dinner was kinda intimidating, but now its like I'm missing those moments forever, it was not the food or the restaurant, it was the 15 of us who had grown close during each dinner.
The walk back to the hotel after every night was an amazing experience.We girls never had the chance to experience  the night life like the guys, but all I know is that we never complained cos the guys made sure we enjoyed as much as we could before the curfew time and then only dropped us back in the hotel. I loved sharing my room with apu cos she always kept company till I slept by continusly mangaaing and talking, this was the first time I had shared a room with her or prolly should I say spent time more than any other day in these four years.
The adventurous part in the trip was the water sports at Calangute with its banana ride and para sailing which makes me wanna go back there again.
The other memorable moments have been my work as an alarm, I really detested that job but yet it turned out very interesting and funny each day, and then the hailay hailay song that moni sang at Daniel during dinner, then the very pleasant driver at Goa :P , and non-sarcastically sweet and a supportive Suresh na , our tour guide and our unstable hotel owner who surprisingly arranged for a camp fire without petrol or wood,
and Daniel had to show his art of breaking chairs and tables to gather wood for the camp fire :P, the big rooms, fresh breakfast by the pool side, the addiction for mafia, vishnu's hairstyle and the effect of orange juice on him, the breezer baby at the river cruise, and our tireless dance at the river cruise, the NIO's ppt whch didn't last even for 5 minutes when it should have been the major part of our entire trip, very supportive faculties who acted oblivious to many things, viswa's 'his'tory, everyone's life story, and that night where many people were candid about their entire college life till then, and a very thoughtful toast by shivram.
After this trip, its like I know a lot of people and I'm sure I would stay in touch with them forever. My outlook on people like Shivram ,Arunachalam,Aparna and Adithya have totally changed, when I say change I mean to say it was for real good.
And my entire trip wouldn have been what it was if it was not for alagiri, divi, daniel, sv, apu, mike,viswa,CP, moni, arthi, aishu, shivram,vinod,arunachalam. I can actually keep adding.These were the guys whom I always used to search for in the trip.
Every moment in this trip has been captured really well, that it would slap us if we happen to forget our class at any point.We all wanted photos not for the sake of it cos we wanted to remember the moments and our emotions at every stage.
There would have been a lot of things that I would have forgotten , but all I know is this trip holds a very special place in my college life , this was the one that brought all of us together and brought us out of our shells and made us understand what exactly college life meant.I had always been excited about just 7 months remaining in our college life , but after this trip I feel seven months is not enough, I wanna go back to July 4,2007 and start it all again.
Hope this dream is remembered forever by everyone who were a part of it.
Cheers to Goa and Us , the Softies 2k7 :):)

Go Go Go GOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

We are gonna go to GOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA :):) It is gonna be awesome I believe...This is our last trip (or IV) as a class. It was awesome coordinating with the others for organising this trip. Hope everything goes smooth and we all have an awesome and at the same time a safe trip. The 2 non-members of our class accompanying us seem to be good. But let’s see.


As of now BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :):)

Ignorance is bliss!

Me and my friend were walking on the road and stopped by to have a kulfi. It was just a regular routine to spend some 10 bucks on it. While we were eating a bike stopped by near the kulfi shop. A girl jumped from the bike seat, she was wearing those school pinafores that any school girl would complain of wearing and the long hair tied in an irritating manner. But all these sound nice now and it looks apt for a school girl. But then, so relentlessly I used to make a fuss about tying my hair in a particular way. Now when I look back, without all those PT teachers coming behind us for not wearing ribbons, growing extra large nails and for wearing improper clothes and for not polishing our shoes and without all the well designed yet somehow badly stitched school uniforms we would not be what we are today. We would not have learnt the basic manners or discipline that is required before you start walking the road by yourselves.


Why would wearing uniform, or polishing shoes or cutting nails or tying hair matter sooo much to the school??Think and see without uniforms we would have started to differentiate or classify people based on their dressing, polishing shoes might make us look clean and tidy, tying hair makes us less worry about it while our main focus in school is to study and interact with people and we are still kids to start worrying about the way we look or behave.

When did I realise all this? Not when I came to college but when I actually saw a 10 year old girl worried about what she wore, how her hair was tied or what food she took to college and more worried about not having a facebook account. Do you think the girl is spoilt? Yes, not only her, but her entire school. Her entire school considers eating sandwich is cool over sambar rice, and leaving their hair free is the best style instead of neatly tying it up. And short clothes mean adapting to the trend and pants are out of fashion!!!!!!! These are not the perspectives of a college going kid but a 10 year old who is not even allowed to go to a shop without being escorted by elders. Do we have to blame these kids?? Definitely not, but their school! Why is the school even allowing such things? The kids who are not able to adjust to this trend do suffer from an inferiority complex and are unable to change because the family they come from might not open up so much though they might be rich. And we also can’t call those parents not open minded or label them orthodox. It definitely is not connected with being orthodox or anything of that kind. In this case they are just being very smart and knowledgeable by making their kids understand that this is not the age for them to worry about such things cos they were not like this and still they grew up well. Times might change but a schooling system never should. Whatever it is, a child is just a child. Probably his grasping power or ability to understand might increase, that does not mean he can directly start working and earning. He needs to act according to his age, though the media might not be of much help to all this and they might be the main enzyme for their growth, school should take up this responsibility in teaching them what is good and what is not and treat them just as kids with punishments when required and parents should grant the school with the permission to take care of their kids instead of unnecessarily interfering.

Ignorance is a bliss and ignorance while in school is the biggest gift any kid can get, only then when you step out to face the real world in college you see the world new, fresh and learn a whale of things because what we think we are in school are not what we really are.

Happy Birthday to me:):)

I had an awesome birthday!! :) Thank you sooo much all of you (Divi, Sv, Reeni, Vini, Moni, Arthi, DP, Aishu, Alagiri, CP, Ila, Gopi ) for making it an awesome day.Starting from the cake, the candle singing the birthday song , room decorated with photos and filled with baloons, the kutti kutti gifts,and the various surprises, temple and breakfast in the morning, lunch at myplace and a walk in the race course with ila, gopi, sudharsan, divi and alagiri, the never ending photography sessions with our tireless photographer and gopi's potrait pictures for "Manamagal thevai". The amazing cute and thoughtful gifts by them.
Thanks all for making it a happy 21:):) 

That one person!

People say vent out your feelings and you would feel light.I never understood what it really meant till yesterday.I had been frustrated with a lot of things in recent.I feel everything around me has been wrong and has been happening without a proper reason.And there has been noone to question all this, because all of us are scared of the consequences.Why are we such chickens, why don't we talk what we feel.It is a democratic country and I have all the right to talk what I want.But coming to think of it we are not in a democratic country, its all dictatorship.Why do we have higher authorities?? Are they appointed to scare everyone and be reluctant to listen to what we want or think?? Absolutely not!!If you are not able to take up a responsibility, please do not take it.If you think its really cool to take up a big responsibility, please understand you are wasting other people's time.People want you to monitor and address our grievances and not increase or run away from them.
Also if someone thought being unstable denotes the ability to change and accept, then again don't test it against others cos we are not your guinea pigs.Try it on yourself instead of wasting our time and resources.
So with all this anger and few more other unexpressed feelings, I entered a room and found this usually unavailable busy person sitting in his place facing his system.I told a thanks to god for making this person available.I went in, after a minute or two of nice pleasant talk, I just vented out all that I had in my mind, all that we thought we could only crib and not take it any higher, I still do not know why I talked so openly about everything even without a second thought, prolly its all the emotion and anger mixed together that resulted in this outburst. How long can we complain, how long can we just shut our mouth, how long can we do what we are asked to without questioning back.There is a limit to all that.
I have no clue what would be the result of this outburst but all I'm happy about is I could atleast tell it out and shout at the world the way I always desired to.Atleast one day I was able to break open my shell and cry out.
After all this, there was a minute when I thought prolly I made a mistake by talking it all out, but all this regret got washed away when the person who was so choicelessly listening to me for such a long time gave a reassuring smile and shook hands telling that I had told nothing wrong and had not hurt anyone with my words and I had all the right to talk what I feel and that he appreciated people around and under him talk out what they feel instead of being diplomatic always.
And that was the time I felt so lucky to have been in this place to know this man and also to have the opportunity to talk to him whenever I felt like and that there can be no replacement to this one person ever in my life.He is a wonderful, person, a teacher and of all the best leader!!

:):)

WOW!!! Its so nice to be back home!! :):) Awesome food, sleep, food, TV, food....Have not stepped out of my house, have just been flipping through the channels..Its nice to be home after one irritating and an un-understandable week. Nowadays, I'm frustrated not because I don't like doing things but instead I do not know why I'm doing those things!! Its damn irritating I say when you really need to do some things just for the heck of it without a convincing reason.Whoever thought these assignments were cool, should go smut their heads. While complaining to my parents about this, guess what my grandfather had to say, "I think you should address it in the union!!" I was like Union???? Do we really have one..When I told him there are no such things for us, he said..you guys are so useless,,when I was young we used to bring the college down if such baseless rules came up..and I was like "yeah right", after running the consequences in my mind.

Forgetting all that, the week ahead is gonna be terrible too..but I'm so excited about the Goa trip which we do not know if it would happen..All fingers crossed..Lets see:):)
Presently just viewing some random clicks by some random photographer..and its awesome!! :):)
  http://www.flickr.com/photos/ajaymenon/2384022473/in/photostream/ 

A Strict No to a lot of things!

Okay, what has this world come to? Why do people talk as if they are brothers and sisters of Socrates? Why do people not realise that they literally know nothing, I mean NOTHING when they say things like, “this is what even I thought “or “this is what even I meant” when they spoke about water when fire was the subject of discussion. Actually these people are making a fool of themselves, prolly for the first time when they mention these things you would appreciate but later you would just laugh at their stupidity and ignorance.


And for people who think the world looks at you and yearns to be you, stop imagining, no one wants to be like another person cos everyone has their own identity and no one wants to be you. For all you know they are just looking at you to tell themselves that they do not want to be you and they do not want to behave like you.

There are few other things I really hate, not accepting that you were wrong but always arguing that you are right even when it is not any interview. Next, not accepting that you do not know anything but behaving like Socrates as I said before.Unneccessarily questioning people for no known mistake of the one questioned, just to show that they exist. And talking about the few things that you follow when that has absolutely no effect on you or probably it just made you worse in every aspect. Then talking about the same thing over and over again when the person who is listening has to keep nodding or something as bad as smiling for a joke even before telling cos they know its coming.

All I think is Accept and Let go, cos you need not prove to anyone, it’s enough if you satisfy yourselves, don’t behave or act to get attention. But yes, dressing and body language and few other things we do is for the society cos we don’t want them to think of us as indifferent. If you think everyone behaves cos it’s because of their character, all I would like to say is it’s not the character but the level of acceptance and adaptation in each one of us that decides what we are and our character. I digested this piece of advice long back, but its just that its difficult to follow or use it in my life.

Bye 2010!!

Had a great end to a great year in the hostel, a year that was filled with activities, happiness, satisfaction, nostalgia, a belief that we are worth something. I remember Jan 1 2010, started with a prayer that all of us should get an internship in the best companies. With all the full-fledged preparations, and tension we had our mock interviews to face, which I have no right to comment on but with a belief that we did it well, we carried on our hopes to the next level of internship interviews which started on, if I vaguely remember, on Feb 22. With a lot of companies coming to the college, the belief increased that we all would get placed. But what really we never understood was; it is not a running race that we need to rush like that to sit for a company and we can analyse if we would really suit in that place and environment. All we did was frown, cry and get irritated just because we didn’t get a company, and we all blamed it on luck and things like that. We never accepted and let that go. Life is just not that. But we did realise all this, after going into the company, some felt the decisions that they made were right, some felt it was worth the wait, some adjusted, some thought it just happened for a reason no matter what!


But definitely, I would like to generalize, that all of us had a nice internship, we did learn a lot and experience a lot and learnt to live our own lives. When we came back, we came back with a lot of wisdom.

The 8th semester as such is going smooth. There is some kind of unity among us. Though it is difficult to sit in class forever with no coffee and a small manga break, getting used to all this has also become a part of our learning sessions. It’s nice to be back in the college and hostel .It’s like we are arrested for having unbounded fun for six months: P : P. But anyway hope we all have a happy and a memorable 2011 , the last year or last few months in our very own college .By the end of this year, we all would be loaded with responsibilities, and a feeling that we all should no more bank on others but live our lives, all we would be taking from this place are memories of this wonderful place that gave us the sense of belonging and an identity that we would be carrying with us throughout our lives. Sounds nostalgic already, doesn’t it? Hope everyday in this year reminds us of something fresh and nostalgic and the yearning to relive when we look back.

Happy New Year to all of you :) :)