Boring??

Who says life is boring??....just when i was thinking so , life turned back and shouted at me.....four accidents in the course of two days and being a part of the earthquake has led me to believe that life is indeed very happening!!!

the first accident left me unhappy, the second angry, the third afraid, and the fourth...numb....fortunately nothing happened to anyone so the aftermaths were restricted to material losses alone...then the incident of a robber being spotted outside our house at the dead of the night( luckily it wasn't i who saw him...and hence i live to tell this tale) provided enough food for thought and fear for a couple of nights....
and the earth quake...well i am disappointed that i dint know it was an earthquake...i thought it was a train passing close by as the rumbling sound resembled that of a train as it passes alongside our house...and the vibrations are common enough too...it was only later that i knew things weren't so common this time around....
these action packed bursts of happenings are interspersed in life just to show that god is a sport and doesn't let anyone be bored...

Evolution

The past one week had seen me giving way to frustration and depression with no reserve, just like a prehistoric mammal. The past few days have been stages, infact leaps, in the process of my evolution. Talks about the tour getting stronger day by day , more number of people getting roped in for the tour on one side; a greater number's seeming uninterest in the tour and the ridiculous reasons proposed on the other side had me on tenterhooks for some days. And then ,I was rewarded. The entire mood had changed over a weekend. Friday saw the realisation of one of my greatest wishes- seeing Kalam in person and hearing his talk.It send every bit of unnecessary emotion out. He was humility personified, simplicity through and through and expressed strong thoughts through carefully chosen out , seemingly simple words.
Saturday came ,and we went on the much awaited IV to Keltron thanks to IEEE. It was more of a tour with 35 students from class turning up. Infact, it was better than a class tour because there were students right from s3 to mtech. After some hours at Keltron, where we learnt about transformers [:-o] we set out to Aruvikkara, which was incidentally quite close by. Although extreme hunger did dampen the spirits and cut short the time spent , it was thoroughly enjoyable....but the day ended on a tragic note with Tonykuttan, our class rep, losing his mobile to the currents; more tragic because two days before he took extreme pains to collect everyones phone numbers and save it. The next day, Sunday, saw us together again- this time for the purpose of attending a friend's house warming. The entire class was invited and with a few exceptions, the entire class did turn out. The house was in Nedumangadu , so a long trip though beautiful frames followed. There was non stop laughter , right from boarding the bus , till getting off the return bus; thanks to the great achievements of Aiswarya. This time, there was more scope for enjoyment for I was not the subject of embarassment (save one incident). The day was flooded with 'first-time experiences'. (1) It was for the first time that I drank the delicious concoction of 'one spoon each of pulishery,rasam, curd served on a glass'
(2).The first time we were questioned by the police as to our reasons for the visit when they saw us standing clustered at the road side.
(3)Hearing typical trivandrum slang after having been here for so many years
(4)For many students from northern Kerala, it was a first time trivandrum sadya and they were intimidated by the number of payasams.
Atlast, the class has turned better, or so it seems to me, and I find myself looking forward for the real IV!....nothing better than a juicy strike to top it up!

GREAT TIMES

Several people have asked me to put down the embarassments i have had in my life....they made the request after they themselves witnessed how often i come across embarassments...and ...one "man's folly is food for anothers mirth" -says pp, so i decided to oblige.
but to put down the multitude of situations would make it an autobiography spreading over volumes , so restricting myself to those few occasions when i turned first red, then yellow, then black and finally green....

scene 1: a fine day in 2005

the school annual day....things were going very well....we had finished a dance without any major mishaps( ignoring the fact that the cassette did not play the first time and we were welcomed by howls and hoots)......the final pose was struck and as the rule goes i waited for the curtain to fall to resume from the pose. i was way upfront, had gone farther than i have intended to .....everyone kept staring at me while i remain stuck in the pose which resembled Christ on the cross but since i cant see without my glasses, i couldnt catch their expression....after a long time of waiting some one asked me from behind "chechi, akathu varunnille".....i realized to my horror that the curtain had fallen behind me and everyone had gone offstage while i was enacting the clown......after turning multiple shades at the same time, i retreated feeling wretched and horrible.....my classmates took up the issue and for days congratulated me on my "out"standing performance as they called it....

scene 2: another fine morning in 2006

the first day in college...

we (my cousin aka unni) and me decided to go by college bus ...we went to the stop and found a guy there who looked like a CET student....unni goes over and makes his first slip of the day "chetta, chettan first year aano"...the senior just laughed and said no but he had a " wait till i get you" expression. we stood together and were chatting about something when the bus showed up.
once aboard the bus i had the privelege of being the first first year girl on bus...i was called up front and questions fired from all sides
1: who was the guy laughing with you?
although unni is my dad's cousins son , to avoid him further discomfiture, i said he's my dad's sisters son...first cousin to be precise
then they called unni ...and while i was there asked him "how are you related?"
unni, in his own way to avoid inconvenience , said " we are distant relatives"
i felt like burying myself then and we were turned out to be the fraud brother and sister......

footnote: even today people really wonder if we ARE brother and sister thanks to his over, melodramatic way of calling me "sister" before starting every sentence.

updates

since i had formed the habit of tarnishing the image of many an ECE teacher in my previous post , i think it my moral obligation to put down the SLIGHT change for the better that has materialised of recent times.
1. the subjects are now better....either because my mind has come into terms with the forced aquaintance with them or they just get better after a few initial boring hours
2. some free hours have cropped up which makes life bearable
3. fortunately or unfortunately there are only two days lab per week
4. all the fans in the class have resumed operation thanks to quick undertakings by our new rep.
5.ambily mam has found renewed confidence in herself...now the lectures are delivered unstutteringly. we have struck a chord with her... as long as we keep within the limits she doesnt require us to pay attention in class....so classes are 10 percent problem solving and 90 percent talking...a classmate recently demonstrated that she wouldnt know even if you go out through the front door.
6. sumam mam- same, unerring, ..... she brings about a sense of de ja vu with her.... everything right from s3 comes back in a blur...the same words uttered in the present context relate to something quite different from the past.
7. ebin sir- the proud ringmaster of the only good show in the circus.
8. neetha mam- same again, quiet, smiling with occasional biting comments. but the only person to whom i ask doubts with the hope that they get cleared.
9. suresh k- although his classes are still a bore and resemble a single actor art film, (with very few audience coz of the fact that he disclosed he wouldnt be taking attendance till next week which took a larger part of the populace out of the classroom walls), it feels good to be taught by someone who knows what he is saying.
10. though i dint land the electives i wanted my choice struck gold. i ve got electives that are always free.
11. friends , from their recent blog activity, have found ways of reducing anger and stress and from their irritable mood has gone to a state of frivolity. this has led to me being in splits of laughter most of the time.

so, in general, when life becomes unbearable, you blog, god reads ur blog and answers ur prayers and makes life a tinge better!

story:Waiting....

it was tuesday. he had told that he would be back on tuesday when she gave him a tearful farewell last week. had he told a lie to comfort her, to spare her the sorrow so that he could say goodbye while she smiled?...... no...she mustnt let these thoughts take hold of her...he was true to his word. even her father thinks so...so if he says he'll be back he WILL be back. she was leaning onto the window panes , her face pressed onto the glass , craning her neck to catch the first view of his smiling countenance when he came down the street , singing to himself.....and she would give him her best smile...he had always said that she had a beautiful smile.....her mother kept calling to her from the inner recesses of her home..but she was determined that she wouldnt budge till she caught sight of him....she stayed there reminiscing the sweet moments he had presented her with. it was sad that her father did not encourage her meeting him....he liked him but was wary about her meeting him on a regular basis...but thats how all fathers are made ,arent they?.....she heard a distant sound...the sound of a shuffle her ears were straining to hear...was it really him or was it her mind playing tricks on her.......her mother called yet again.... " i am coming..he is here"......he came straight to her house ,not noticing the waves and hails of her neighbours.....she knew she always came first and she liked it that way......her father came out...he gave a sigh...the candy man has come yet again....he liked him but did not like his child getting addicted on candy...nowadays she refuses to go to school every tuesday unless she gets her ration of candy......grudgingly he bought her her favourite brand of candy....when the vendor was about to go she, nibbling on her precious peice of candy but with tears peeking from her baby blue eyes, asked,"when will you come again?"....he smiled and said"next tuesday" .........and he left....she stared after him and came inside...her mind hardened for a wait till next tuesday.....

Being Blank

The state of blankdom is the state i occupy the most these days.... i can spent hours staring at a single object and to outsiders it may occur that i am either dreaming or thinking something serious or am desp but all i am doing is being blank......it has been good so long but now things are getting slightly out of control......exams are approaching and no sooner than i open my book blankdom settles in.....my father said that being able to be blank is a great asset...only two kinds of people could do that ....1.extremely intelligent ones....just as i was about to fly sky high he added 2. extremely stupid ones like you.....
this state has become my constant companion....it is my way of entertainment during class hours.....i ll be staring at the teachers face with periodic rhythmic motions of the head to indicate that i am grasping everything while my thoughts will be tuned to some other frequency..... it has also become my best defense option...when someone tells me something i dont want to hear i turn off, when i am angry i turn off...things got to such an extent that for a few days i was turned off completely....giving slow replies,staring at familiar faces as if i dont recognise and not acknowledging the presence of people in the same room as me....my cousins attribute it to insanity but i think i am still on the right side of sanity......

Dhwani

Now that Dhwani has come and gone it is time to let down ones hair and relax.........the participation was very less as by the purest luck,we seemed to have hit the date for a fest at the best possible time...when every other college had some exam or another....still it was better than what my worst fears predicted.....and from my side i loved it......there was little or no crisis and time management was very easy for we had enough time in our hands.....this sort of unrushed ease is what i prefer and what i got.......regarding the preparation for dhwani...it involved bunking a lot of classes ...84 hours to be precise ,so my entry to the next semester hangs on to the possibility of successfully getting through the duty leave ordeal. For the first few days we were walking a lot ....to every department ,meeting teachers to have a know on how well the money collection was proceeding.....to be frank it was more walking than i would like (though walking is my passion) and the blazing sum did little to help us.....we soon became the patrons of chechi kada and civil canteen....frequently dropping in for a glass of lime which was nothing short of an elixir in the scorching conditions...the next few days saw us huddled in front of the laptop trying in vain to make 'The Final Schedule'.......every day evening i leave hoping that we have hit on the final one and next day i return to find that there are going to be drastic changes...after much of scheduling and rescheduling we were left with a laptop full of final schedules but no real final schedule.....my classmates would have forgotten me by then if i hadnt made brief appearances during lunch break and free hours....i gradually became a complaint box making frequent ejaculations about how hungry i was and my friends ,hungry as they were, had to bear the brunt. In the evenings deepa and I spent quality time together,sipping lime(the third or fourth one of the day), while we waited for the 'kannammoola ' bus to bless us......my house ,which seems to be on the opposite part of the world from college, could be reached only by that sacred bus and i would wait for it patiently...and once it does come we hop on and try to plant both feet firmly on the floor and brace ourselves for the ride ahead....... all the passengers intend to accompany the bus to its final destination so that leaves me standing all through the half hour journey....once at home i have tea ,tire my parents with the days news and flop down to bed.....but it certainly wasnt all work and no play....infact jack had more play than work....one saturday saw us laughing our hearts out while tom and jerry featured in jerry's laptop....the next day was LH day....feast to eyes and stomach!....and there was enough time and enough people to chat to your hearts desire.......and then dhwani came and my time was my own yet again....i really liked choreonite,rocknite,unplugged and the final night........I'm not one to dance so i enjoyed the proshow rooted to my chair while the entire college danced away!if i had thrived on lime pre dhwani .....icecream was my staple diet during dhwani...the other items in the food court failed to impress so lords and canteen served the purpose.....since my family members cant sleep a single day without my constant chatter in their ears i returned home every day (although at wierd hours) to snuggle to sleep .......and then dhwani was over and things were normal again...classes had to be attended and the glaring concern over duty leave stands first in the to-do list.....
Result: I know a lot more people in my college, I love college all the more and I am no longer bored!!!!....thankfully!