On a lazy Saturday evening at TCR, I thought of roaming around with David (Yamaha CruxR). No reason to ride upto Town Hall and take a 'U turn' !! as soon as I reached the swapna theater junction, someone aroused my college memories. He walks like my pre-degree friend. yeah..same height, same gait. but his hair is more brown now?!!!. But his face is not visible at that angle. Is it him?
ohh may be somebody else. why should I get into a situation of making a mistake. what should I ask him ? "are you my college friend?", his answer might be "entha college friendine kanda ariyille? chumma number irakkalle?!!" (Istam, one of my favorite Malayalam movie, style) ("Can't you identify your college friend, don't mess with me")
Yeah ... since I was in a cool mood, I didn't want to mess with anybody. hence decided move on. after a few meters, David stopped. and asked me !!!
"Why can't you mess with him. if it is him then ?"
yup he is correct, let me try then.
By that time that person overtook me. He didn't talk to me. Then he might not be my friend. "David, you confused me, saala". But... his walking style!!!.
I decided to 'mess' with him.
"Excuse me... Are you ..." He turned back !!!
Baang its him !!! after 11 years !!! Antonio George !!! he is in front of me.
"you are too fatty buddy", he can't believe his eyes. ohh that is why he couldn't recognize me. [ I was just kind of skeleton at that time, thanks to Chennai food with a lot of oil/gee.] He was returning home from Town Hall Library. He is a great reader !!!
May be just 3 phone calls we made in these years. Other 8 calls couldn't connect him.(We should have been use NOKIA then). Funny thing is I couldn't find him at Orkut. But found him on a Sarkkeet (roam around ;-)
Though 11 years have gone by,it never felt like we were apart for so many years. He is always in my very little memory. Some friendships might be like that... No phone calls, No chit-chat, No Orkut, No face to face meetings... still they might be nearer to your heart.
A lot to tell about him; but scrapping only a single thing.
This person injected a craze for English movies. Prior meeting him, I have seen only two English movies BenHur and Ten commandments. He gave me a list of 14 movies which includes Mackenna's gold, Predator-1, Terminator-2, Indiana Jones Series, Home Alone series, The Mask, Schindler's list. With in two week I had strikeout 12 from that list. I couldn't find remaining two anywhere :-(
Only two people were there to help me avoiding the boredom of my St.Thomas' College life. Other one was Joe Francis.
Of course, how could we resist ourself to enjoy Dosa and red chutni from Hotel Gopi. Still same quality, same refreshing smell. Whenever I remember my Pre-degree days, I do remember Room 101 on Bell tower, Hotel Gopi and of course Prof P C thomas' tuition center where we baptized "everyday" for two year; no left turn; no right turn; don't look at girls; don't talk; don't be late . what a jail yaar. But it has a significant role on what I am now :-)
You might’ve heard of St. Thomas’ College, Thrissur!!! In my Pre-degree days (Circa 1994) it was the only men’s college in the town. So the first agenda of election manifesto of all parties were nothing but building a bridge to St. Mary’s college (a famous women’s college just 200 m away from the college). Our college was notorious for the student’s strike too. Frankly speaking, I should thank student leaders who made sure at least one strike per week. Yet our college produced rank 1, 2 or 3 in Engg / Med. entrance exams. “No. of ranks were directly proportional to no. of strikes”-just an unwritten law.
This college was famous for its state-of-the-art labs, which are modern enough to compete with those of IIT’s. Sorry… as pre-degree students we didn’t go anywhere near those labs. But heard that many equipments were in its “തട്ടിന്പുറം” (store). I remember that Science block was much stuffed with stinky smell of chemistry lab. But the college never produced an Einstein or Newton as far as I know.
Who cares!! take a look at the Art block. It produced a lot of poets, politicians (Quite a few Kerala leaders), script writers …etc…
But I don’t care that too.
I remember only one room in the college. Room no 101. The only class room with 7 doors in our college. Lucky boys... You might be jealous of us. What a facility to bunk the class to catch a movie. Oh… I forgot to mention, this college has no vast campus, no greenery .. btw, why a college without girls need all these stuff? But we were blessed with 5 theaters in the 2KM radius. (now, 8 I guess). So no wonder if you could see your lecturer near to you and don’t be afraid. They will not interfere in your business.
Ok back to room no 101.
Seven doors. Enough to tempt a teenager to slide through !!! isn’t it?!! but stop being jealous of us. Three problems were put us in a difficult situation.
First one was … all lecturers know about this facility. And they make note of the guys sitting at the door side. (override rule ..choose the penultimate position on the beginning of the class. And swap the position just after your lecturer read the ‘edge’ sitters)
Second. Room 101 is on the first floor. On whatever matter ..you have only one exit to downstairs which is right in front of the class lecturer. ( override rule. ‘Bribe’ your classmate on the other side to make some noise or to misbehave to disturb the focus of lecturer from the exit door.)
Third..sure.. I will revisit. Let me complete the facility of room no 101. And my first day at room no 101.
Did you know what a simple pendulum is? I am sure that your professors took the example of a real clock with pendulum… Am I correct? But our lecturer never used this example. They simply invite us to the bell-tower. Yes you may choose any one of 7 doors to reach at the window of bell tower. In fact room no 101 is in the bell-tower!!!
The advantage of this window is nothing but the road infornt of it heads to St Mary’s college and the right side road leads to Prof.PC Thomas’ entrance coaching centre. Did you get something?
Yupe… We just stand there and watch the ‘birds’. You may see hundreds of simple pendulums in motion!!!
Now, the first day in the college … yes first day in Room 101 :-)
A group of 100 teenagers...who don’t know much about a pre-degree college… eager to wait what is going to happen… suddenly our lecturer appear in the platform and all of a sudden everybody got up and said “good morning” to the first lecturer we ever saw in our life. (what we saw in the school were just ‘maash’ and ‘chechers’)
Anyway the lecturer didn’t bother to wish us back. Ohh…valya poss (serious guy). And he started drawing a table ..What is he doing? He started writing Mon, Tue, Wed, Thu, Fri in the first column. Suddenly a few of us got the clue? They started doing hullabaloo. Each one of us joined the party. (5 minutes later we heard the same warm welcome from nearer classes too)
Yes.. later he better known as “Verandah Principal”, in charge of scheduling time-table for the pre-degree students, very vigilant to catch class-cutting students, always roams around the Verandah of the college. He made sure that the ‘defaulters’ are getting enough punishment.
So concluding … our third bottle neck was to flee away from the sight of this VP.
I had failed to complete my final year project (Can we say that we have started it?). I did a pay back: Did 3 commercial projects to someone with out getting much money.
My teachers taught me about the beauty of indentation (while writing code).
So I forced my students to do it. Even my below average students knew indentation;
ok they may not knew the logic. Sorry dear students, if it was too painful
I had wasted a lot of time sitting idle.
It was a great pain seeing my students idle.
Sorry my teachers, I can understand the pain u felt :-(
I had failed in DS lab; it was my favorite. This is the one and only one failure in University exams. So I wanted to show my lecturer what I was capable of; I become stronger in C.
Hence I sentenced my better students to ‘suppli’ if they didn't perform well(1) (It took a lot of time to decide) Later one of the students came back saying thanks (after their supplementary exam) !!!
Even I was surprised to see their improvement. You must see them; "Sir, This is the algorithm,... this is the program,... this is the output,...and if you are interested, these are the fault recovery mechanism I did !!!" . I could clearly read from their face, "Anything else to do?". Exactly it was my state of mind after my suppli exam(2). But..
Sorry sir, I forgot to thank you for my suppli.
Usually I skip a few portions (in fact, most of the portions) while studying.
But was forced to study the same while teaching.
Sorry students if you couldn't understand it well.
I got a good service in my life. Just Rs10,000 to complete my B.Tech.
I paid it back: I was a teacher in a GEC for one year.
Sorry if I was idle/neglected my students for sometime.
2 and half years I hunted for a job. I mean to get a decent Software job.
2 and half years I enjoyed my life here.
Sorry my dear employer for wasting your time in bloging at your expense.
I'll either quit bloging or your firm or both.
or even I'll start blogging from my home.
I hate people who scores high marks except a few (genius like Gopakumar)
Now I realize that as a student our job is to score marks. You deserve a standing ovation.
Sorry for calling you a ‘Pusthaka puzhu’ (book worm) at that time.
In the first 21/2 years I have upgraded my skills and,
Next 21/2 I’ve spent degrading It.
I feel sorry for not developing anything new as my initiative
I know the problem's of an interviewee; I had faced it a lot.
Still as an interviewer I failed to help them. I could only pointed out their weak points :-(
May be it is not an interviewer's Job to help them. Still I feel too sorry about it.
Hopefully they will grow stronger.
Last but not least:
I had copied from other’s answer paper a lot of times and managed not to get caught
and thought my teachers were fools.
While I was a teacher, I realized why they didn't catch me.(3)
[The End]
---footnote---
(1) "if they didn't perform well": 'well' in the sense I expected at least some output from them. or at least I want their program logically correct.
(2)Most likely my lecturer desired that from me. Be stronger!!!
Sir, did you failed in your exam like this?
(3) There is a word called (student)-self-esteem.
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Part V: Lonely, tough times
Part IV : Hostel Life
Part III : Changes
Part II : Once WE lived there
Part I :Touching 5 years after we split
Do you know why I am sticking on to the present company where I work?
It’s nothing but the ’Exit interview’ phobia. By any Chance, If I failed in the exit interview, I won’t be able to attend the same for the next 6 months ;-) Only God and myself knew how I got into this company. I had appeared for 18 unsuccessful interviews to get a good company to work for. Faced interview board from 12 major IT companies and 6 not-so-major companies. I had tried all the 18 tricks (pathinettadavum) and finally I heard "you got through; we would like you to offer..." Sorry I don't remember what he said after that.
Due to the busy schedule, most likely in the Library (only in administration not as a reader), Cricket, CLC etc, I had never imagined about sitting lonely. Once I had to face a ‘suppli’ (acronym for supplementary exam) in my life for the first time. Surprisingly that was my favorite lab- DS lab- I worked a lot for this. Do you know that I still keep its rough record. I loved that lab and I failed in that lab for getting some garbage values on the output in addition to the actual output. It was a ‘forgivable’ mistake, I would say. But that young lecturer didn’t consider that fact. Still, it didn't push myself into sad or lonely mood. Problems have piled up after the campus placements had begun.
I had nothing to put in the resume; no strong academic background; my marks had always swung between 68 -72%. The only asset was a consistent interest in C. Only plus point was a small C++ game. I couldn't even appear for around first 8 walk-ins since their expectation was very high. More than 75 % or 80%. pusthakapuzhu companikal ; just working in Java, DBMS, main frame etc. My dream was to get into a Unix/C oriented firm. I laughed at those giants. They just didn't deserve a 'brilliant' employee like me. I said in my mind. Ahankaaram; athente koodepirappanu.
But it grew up faster up to 6 feet 5inches while I had joined to GECT, itself. But I was just 5'5". Even though I failed to make the first few interviews, he was taller than me.
At that time prestigious companies arranged interviews at Abad plaza, Cochin. I wished if I could have been there for at least one interview (most of my classmates had appeared for interviews there. At last my turn came up. But I never expected it before. 3 interviews in two days. Entha sambhavichathu; entha nadannathu; oru pidiyumilla (I couldn’t remember what happened and what I did). Now, only thing I remember is that they (Abad) were playing Yaani’s live at acropolis in the background (in the reception, in corridors). I love those songs, especially “rain must fall”.
After my first interview(s) I couldn’t look back; I was sure that I’ll pass the written exam and I’ll reach up to the interview. I was sure that she (Abad Plaza) was waiting for me. Probably my technical talent and/or analytical skills were improved. Or all better guys might have got placed by that time. Anyway I became a regular visitor to Abad. Sometimes, I had to wait for longer time for my turn. Tension, tension, tension…; dhoodh peena mein tension; Sometimes I felt to scream at those ‘junk’ Yaani songs. ”rain must fall” appeared like “fire must fall”.
In a few occasion I was the topper in the test. Imagine how much I would have struggled - NOT to pass those interviews :-( Most of the time I was alone. Most of my friends, classmates were placed at that time. Take my ‘T(ea)’-mates; everyone got placed, except me. Take my cricket team; everyone got placed, except me. Take this; take that; everyone got placed, except me. But I was glad to represent my college all the time in interviews. My mind went blank after each interview; once I had even walked around 2 or 3 KM from Abad plaza to Mathrubhoomi Junction. (it could be even 4 or 5 KMs) . I didn’t know the exact distance.
On the way, I saw St.Antony’s church. Ini ippo ivide namichillennu venda. Many times I had walked in front of the church, never bother to get inside. Once I get inside, it was around 9 or 9.30PM. Nobody where there except a family. Very clam atmosphere. I could feel the gentle breeze on my face and my mind became cool.
What could be wrong?
Yeah, I did a few mistakes in technical side. My communication skills were poor. (junks !! they know only Queen’s and Clinton’s English. Poor guys they don’t know the stylish Thrissur accent; I am not blaming them since it was even not understandable by the people from the other part of Kerala)
And I analyzed more; it was not a problem of Communication skills only; they were ready to adjust. They were happy to see that I was answering most of the brilliant questions. Hence they were ready to forgive my mistakes. I remember one lady interviewer, Pooja, she did her maximum to motivate me, to bring best out me. But I resisted (njan vittukoduthilaa).
Yeah, problem was with my attitude.
My mind was much closed in interviews. Never picked up the clues; always kept boundary to the answers ( I knew what they are going to ask next; so I protested them not to ask further). I had miserably failed to understand their expectations. I failed to keep my head cool; I misunderstood that they were trying to find only my negative sides. Never bothered to give a reasonable explanation. One important thing is that I was not a fighting guy in interviews. I never tried to argue them technically. Somany times I couldn’t get what this junk guys were talking about? (may be they were trying to provoke me).
You need to feel the necessity of a job from your heart. Else whatever you do, it will not reach anywhere. Most of the time I wished like “God don’t give me this job if it doesn’t suit me”. Tell me, how will I get a job? So I changed my mind; “Ammini enkil ammini” (*).
Though my (present) company is a well-known IT giant in India, I didn’t know much about their work. I was not aware that this company’s client is a giant in internet and I didn’t know that they have a huge OS (5lakhs line of C code; spread across 30000 C files). And I was completely unaware that my job will be sustaining this code as a part of a prestigious team in the company.
One and only once I prayed like
“Oh GOD, rain must fall at this time.”; yes and it was an unexpected heavy rain!!!
side-notes:
(*) "Ammini enkil Ammini" is mallu local phrase : in fact,it is a 'state of mind' ;-)
backgroud:- One guy searches for a Aishwarya Roy kind of girl as Wife and failed. then finally he reached this state that he had to set his mind to marry any girl. Ammini is a local/common mallu name.
Simillar phrse: "inchi enkil inchi"
to be continued...
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Part I :Touching 5 years after we split
Part II : Once WE lived there
Part III : Changes
Part IV : Hostel Life
When I got a fairly good rank in Kerala Entrance, my Father was sure about getting an admission in GEC, Thrissur. He was not at all bothered about the stream . But only thing he insisted was about the College ie., GEC, Thrissur. I was sure about getting a seat in Electrical branch. All my cousins were in that stream in same College( 'admitted' to CSE a couple of days before the first class). He didn't allow me to opt any other College and hence I missed a Hostel life.
You could see a Businessman's eye to cut down the hostel expenses and a usual parent's mind to get a full control over a teenager, his Kadinjool (first born) and a loving father's heart to spend more time with his son.
So I became a day-scholar. Did I Miss anything?
Yes, I lost
A wide opportunity to see the outer world.
A chance to live with a crowd to know the meaning of Adjustment and sharing.
A good chance to know others feelings and pulse.
A fair chance to know the self-money-management.
I lost a chance to run a BIG Mess, the pleasure of bargaining for the massive amount of groceries for the mess and save money (pacha malayalathil moshanam) to face the discrepancies in the final account settling.
I lost a chance to fully involved in drama rehearsals, dance practices etc. I am still sad about not being able to act in Dhanush' Skit in 6th semester on the theme of Malayalam Movie- Niram. All characters in this skit were my old classmates with minor changes in their names to make it funny, vangana rames aka Anjana, pikkas (Mallu tone for pickaxe) aka Vikas , vaneesh aka Suneesh are just a few example . He was succeeded in stitching most of the events happened very often in the college. I strongly suspected that the hostellers purposefully avoided us (day-scholars).
But I was happy to say that they were kind enough to make me main dancer in the cultural program. Couldn't they find a shorter guy than me?
I lost a chance to go out in the middle of the night and eat Mutta-Porotta, Dosa or whatever available that time from a thattukada
I lost a chance to lay down on the College Cricket Ground in night and watch the stars.
I lost a chance to visit tharavaadu at least once. (my father has 36 eyes in the town)
I lost a chance to become a Raja Ravi Varma by putting my hands in drawing on the walls.
I lost a chance to be nostalgic by visiting my hostel room after 5 or 10 or 20 years.
Anyhow we decided to live in the College Hostel for a week. Mel, Vikas, Bijoy- do you remember?
"Father, I want to complete my final year project."
"Good..at least you started thinking about the project in the last month"
"That is the Engg. College Style, you may not know"
"eda I also passed through your age..."
"...Ok what do you want from me to complete your project"
"I just want your permission to stay in the hostel for a week; so that we can work together to finish the project..."
"...Mel, vikas and Bijoy .. all are staying with me"
" Is Bijoy also coming..."
"...then you may go"
Bijoy was a star in my home. What an innocent fellow!!!
"you must watch and follow Bijoy...", Mom reminds me once in a month.
"...I afraid that he might ruin himselfif you walk along with him" she added.
"Of course, I'll try to", I promissed. (happy to announce that I kept my words ;-)
May be April 21st is one of the unforgettable day in the hostel, Chit-chat till mid-night !!!
We shared our old crushes, just crushes !! Hours flew like a second.
It was 4AM when we decided to stop and sleep. We were supposed to touch our final yearproject at least on the last day :-(
Other highlighted thing was eating Mutta-kolli from thattukada at Mid-night.
But I am so glad to realize that
I still keep a good relationship wuth my local friends; Still, whenever I go home, I meet a couple of friends every time; they are still keeping the local Thrissur accent and I am loosing my trademark tone :-( even it become tougher for me to understand the current Thrissur slangs !!!
"ippo evide kidanna thiriyanne ?" my local football team-player asked once.
I took a few seconds to realize that he is asking where I am working now !!!
I am blessed to enjoy ammachi's exotic dishes for all of my life except these 2 years. Sometimes it is horrible even to hear about the junk hostel food.
Needn't worry about food; everything is ready on time; I can show my anger for a minor mistake in meals or curries;"enthoram uppa ithu!!! oru kottakkundalo"( a lot of salt !!!)
Mom always complains to father "athai ee chekkane kondu hostelil nirthu ; ennale ivan padikku". (send him to Hostel to teach a lesson)
Needn't wash my clothes !!! what a Lucky I was !!!
Needn't worry about Money, "appacha oru 20 roopa"; ha ha.
"appacha oru 250 roopa; oru textbook vangikkana"; that was my main resource to eat out ;-)
Occasionally he is ready to give money for that; but no thrill in it ;-)
Day-scholar-ship allowed me to work in CLC and was a librarian for 5 years. Could see a lot of people throughout. Activities like arranging tournaments, book fairs, competitions, fights duing meetings ..I will never get such things in a Hostel.
"might" be continued...
Part I :Touching 5 years after we split
Part II : Once WE lived there
Part III : Changes
Part I :Touching 5 year after we split
Part II : Once WE lived there
Part III : Changes
After Ranjit and Apupama joined we decided to move to Wimbis as we are not expecting anybody more.
ohh a new (motor)cycle-stand built nearby hockey ground. changes !!!
The Hockey ground is still clean. Usually they don't allow people to play cricket on this ground. it is tough to play hockey in a ground with even a small pit. My memories about hockey ground are always bound to the way we were running to catch the local bus. while we were in the pavilion side, A bus to town appears on other side. then ? we have to run to catch it. but we are in confusion whether to run in front of people in the ground (usually it was occupied by students from other college too; oh ok especially girls from Vimala college ;-), if we missed, it is shameful, isn't it. while we are in confusion to take a decision somebody (most likely Melvin) says "Run". within no time we start running.and never missed bus in such occasions.
Jeesna mol was still refused to come with me. So I gave an offer; ice-cream from Wimbis. It seems working. she is in confusion. she gave a glance to me and to her Umma. then walked besides me :-) she started talking to me. (in a second her mind changed)
"who are these people, uncle?"
"looks like beggars" she added.
She saw one kid was swinging( in an Oonjal made by those gypsies) . she wanted to swing in the same one. Kids have no problem with beggares, cast, religion, white, black.
No wonder that Jesus told "unless you become like children, you cannot enter the kingdom of heaven". They are the heaven; they are the key to make this world a heaven.
I was in dilemma; what to do not to put her in cry? tried the same old trick. "if we spend much time here, we will not get ice-cream".she agreed with that and marched towards Wimbis. Unfortunately it was closed :-( we had 7 teas in a particular day from that shop !!! it was a good spot to see Vimala Girls ;-) what to do ; boys-inte ororo prasnagal
"Uncle, where is the ice-cream?"
pulivaalayallo
"yeah, we are going to get it from Varsha. see this shop is closed"
Varsha; the place were we ordered only cool milk; just 4 Rs at that time and it is a heaven.
On the way I saw pallimoola Church. it has renewed. it is very big now. Changes everywhere.
Reached Varsha and Jubin or somebody picked Jeesamol with them. and she got ice-cream from them. As usual I ordered a coool milk. I am not sure how many cool milk we -I,Mel, Bijoy - had from there.
Then moved back to college. time for lunch. planning, choices for hotels, likes/dislikes. Anyway decided to choose a new hotel, Mothimahal. Just for a change. Again confusion; what to order; north indian, chineese .blah blah.
Jiju added "while we are in Italy, we are in search for meals; here we are searching for Pizzas"
Then a quick visit to City-Centre and to Alukas hotel for a beer. Ohh its name is also changed to somethingelse.
Anyway I found something unchanged; A bat in the electric lines near to New computer science block. Anil swears that it was there while we studied there. Anyway I am sure that it was there two years before while I was a guest lecturer there.
I forgot to Add that before we had lunch Dhanush went to C-49 to see his old hostel room.
to be continued...
Part II : Once WE lived there
While walking through the corridor near to chemistry lab, ...oh in fact nothing to remember, we don't have any lab exam for chemistry. Went directly to first floor where once CSEain ruled. we got a nice view to college ground from first floor. The steps(to 2nd floor) near to that remind me the busy final(some times first) preparation for the University exams.
After we moved to new block, it converted to Architecture Block :-( hence we lost a chance to reach the classroom where we studied for 2 years ( or 2 ½ ?) . (adding a file photo on the left side that carries the memories Formals Day ; just for a jada)
then moved to second floor and stuck in front of room number 300. It was locked;hence lost a sure picture;The classroom room with a view to the hills near by AIR; The classroom right above the head of Principal ; We spend our 3rd year almost completely there. had quite a few good photos there. adding one here
The first thing that might come to my college days might be some special 'device' we had. this can not be seen anywhere in the world( not even in museums). Yes it is our and our only college bus... A BENZ before our Independence Day
Once the school kids called it as "kaala vandi" (Bullock cart !!!) while we were travelling through Thrissur round. No wonder; kids have a capability of naming this correctly. Sainabi's Kid ,Jeesnamol, named it as a train after seeing the top view of the bus from 2nd floor, later she expressed her doubts "Umma is this a bus? " !!!
We used to travel in this bus even though there was a new bus in the same route.Yeah We knew its value ;-)
we walked out of the main building and reached near to the tree near to the hockey ground which is better known as Mech Tree. Soon Ranjith PB (the only CEO in the class) and Anupama joined us.
to be continued...
5 years after my B.tech I drove in to the campus for the first time with Ikon. cool isn't it. the picture with BSA SLR came to my mind with which some time I went to the collage. Marked first entry for the get-together with Bijoy. smelled and took a deep breath of fresh mud after prev night's rain.
A few minutes later Manoj came and as usual started firing; why didn't us called him?!!! Soon Anil and Jiju joined. I never expected these much from Anil. Anil with long hair (tightened by a rubber band). Can you imagine?!! Jiju became a bit fat. still crazy about Cricket ! Playing for his company and it is his only exercise. Sooner vikas joined with his military type trousers.(did he was on Jail there; he got some number on that trouser ;-) within no time Manoj and he clashed on their 'philosophism'. No change even after 5 years. to whom should I blame !!
As expected Jubin joined us with wide open smile. "ellavarum ethiyo". shared
Anitha came with Sainabi and her daughter Jeseenamol. she is smart little kid though she was resist to mingle with us. but we were glad to see that she was not crying. she was ready to go with other 'Girls' in the gang and with Shanavas. religion effect ? Sainabi seems a little bit frustrated about that communalist joke and begged not to repeat.
"Joj anybody else to come?"
"yeah of course..Dhanush might be a bit late. PB and Abhi will surely join."
"Jimson and Anupama are on the way" -Bijoy Added.
As soon as he finished Abhilash appeared near to Milma booth.
"No 1", everybody screamed; he was the roll number 1 in the class. a bit fatter , working with/under/for PB, still resists to smile. we promised him that we will talk to PB to revise his perks. still he is not smiling; what to do ?!
"what is the plans guys?"
"wait for Dango, Jim and Anu. I don't think that somebody else will come"
"then"
"we just roam around the campus and take some snaps, tea from wimbis, lunch from Lucia most likely"
"why can't we try somewhere else for lunch ?"
the talk is disturbed with the watchmen(he seems to be)
"Are you old students of this collage"
"yeah"
"Did you saw that new board?"
"Yes"
He was pointed to a new sign board saying not to use the ground without permission. Did he expected some bribe? Anyway he dared not to disturb us further !!
Dhanush joined the party a little bit late with his Nikon D50 (with -24-80mm and 70-300mm Nikkor Lenses and Minolta X-300 with 50mm Minolta Lens) and we decided to move to our new computer science block where we attended the class/seminar nearly for a month. For me, my teaching days were greener than the student life there. taught there around 5 months and the final year students were my juniors. really nice experience to tame the people who think they are the best in the college and they have gave no value to the teachers.
After taking some snaps we went back through our favourite Cricket ground; one of the best in Thrissur. I am not sure which all are the pictures flashed through my mind. But definitely it includes the first ball I had bowled with stitch ball to our seniors in the association match, trying to keep the wicket for Jiju's First over (he was a tremendous blower and it is tough to collect his fast balls with half tampered keeping gloves), Played against st.Thomas' college (my pre-degree college; best team in TCR) and st Aloysius college , a few class matches. and for sure the memories of Super Six match and the claps was the brightest among them.