Happy days

Makkalay...P.S podlamnu pathen..aana end varaikum padika evlo peruku porumai irukum theriala..so here is P.S (Pre script) hehee.

P.S: Enatharumai Blog makkalay..ungal gilspaandiyin anbu vanakkangal..Eric segaloda "Class" padichitu oru aarva kolarula..athey mathiri me the trying..avar 500 page ezhuthinatha naan oru 5 pagela mudikka try panren...ungalalaam nenacha enaku pavama iruku...avvvvvvvvvvvvv :D

The Class

An aspiring writer..
An ascetic monk
A bumbling salesman
An allround star
One with superior inferiority complex
One who lived his life by the day...never knowing what he missed and never bothered about what he needed...content with what he had and lazy to acheive more...a willing passenger in the ferry of life...reaching for the unknown destination and
Another 70 of them..who are mere names now with barely recognisible faces...

I thought the sparrow's note from heaven,
Singing at dawn on the alder bough;
I brought him home, in his nest, at even;
- He sings the song, but it cheers not now,
- For I did not bring home the river and the sky.

RALPH WALDO EMERSON

Golden Jubilee batch:

Is it a mere coincidence or quirk of fate that we ended up as the golden jubilee batch of the most prestigious university of the country. A boisterous bunch of 70 odd people..eager to take on the world..armed with..Nothing!! We also happened to be the first batch of the new millenium. We were a group of 6 who made a unspoken vow within ourselves to remain in touch. The university centenary celebrations coincided with our ten year completion of gradution.We all decided to use this occassion to meet up. Word spread around. Inboxes where on fire. Emails flew thick and fast. Details were collected ina trice.Promises were made to make time availble. With the same eagerness with which we entered the college on day one we entered the venue again..this time with lot more confidence and lot more fear..On a personal note i was curious to see the faces after a gap of nearly a decade. More scared than
curious. I'd been a silent witness to their glorious deeds blazing their path in their own careers. I had nothing to show but few grey hairs. I sat looking at the
clock as it struck 12 for the night. I still had 9 hours more for the meeting. My heart went back ten years to the day when i set foot on the university for the
first time.

First year - Admission day:

I was impatiently waiting for my turn in the queue, with my dad by my side. For some strange reason the college management had insisted on bringing the parents on the day of admission. I was soon to witness the reason why.It was the turn of the peson before me...
"Rajesh..."..the interviewer gave him a questioning look.."who has come with you"
"My dad sire.." before he could complete his dad got up from his seat with bowed head and introduced himself..
"ok..Rajesh..which group are you applying for.."
"B.A English Lit. sir"
"hmmm...do you drink?"..
Rajesh and his dad give a startled look..
"Do you smoke?.."
Rajesh dad got furious..."halo..sir..what is this..you called my son for interview and are insulting him like this..." and he started raving and ranting about his
family pride and prestige..
Calmly the professor who was interviewing him answered..."Look here sir..its not our intention to insult anyone..we just want to make sure ..peopel who apply for lit group are usually trouble makers and we have a reputation to uphold..."
without even bothering to listen him completing his sentence Rajesh and his dad stormed out. Next it was my turn. I was bit startled by all these and was wondering whats going to be my question.
"So...Ram..you have applied for major in Maths is it..why maths...when with your score you could get into engineering if you wait for a while..."
I babbled something about maths being my strong point which evidently didnt have the impact i thought it would evince in the interviewer..
"So you like maths..hmm..ok..." and he scribbled a problem in integral calculus in a piece of paper and asked me to solve it...which i did.
"impressive..try this..."
After a few more problems he felt satisfied and gave me admission to take up the course. When i came out i felt as if i have been in a sauna with all clothes on. Some consolation for my dad who badly wanted to join me into an engineering course. That he was not happy was evident on his face..
There were few other students who were standing near the entrance giving me an odd look. I thought they might be seniors waiting to rag new joinees and silently managed to give them a slip. Next day was my first day in college. Maths department was on the farthest corner. The hall where we had our first session was ..huge would be a small word to describe it..
".... knows Oxford dictionary by heart and he is a moron when it comes to socialising with people...guess they invented the word oxy moron for him.."
Some guy was commenting about,a thick bespectacled lean kid sitting on the front bench. Somehow i was immediately drawn to that person. He looked shy timid and nervous..i despised the brashness of the person who passed the comment in my heart and went and sat near the specs guy...
"Hi"
He looked at me with suspicion and replied cautiously.."yes?"
"My name is Ram...hope you are as nervous as me...quite a hall isnt it...it outnerves me...u?"
A relieved look came in his face.."I am Sridhar..yeahhh...me too...u r from which school"
The ice was broken and by the time proffessor came we knew our basic background. Then came THE proffesor.
He walked in slowly into the hall. A tiny little person with a raspy little voice. His appearence and the ambience of the hall was quite a contrast. But the moment he entered the hall a hush fell and it was pindrop silence in a matter of seconds. Guess reputation preceeds people. He was the legendary disciple of Alladi Ramchandra, the greatest mathametical exponent of the previous century. With a brief introduction he quickly covered the syllabus and went onto give an overview of what we will be doing for the first year. Sridhar was hooked onto each and every word uttered by the prof. It went so smooth that no one noticed how quickly the first hour flew. Without realising we were through with our first hour. The first half of the day went through quickly with each prof giving intro on the subjects they would be taking..the second half of the day was off. We set off to take a tour of the campus though we were advised not to for the fear of getting ragged by seniors. Sridhar left for home. The college was well known for its strong cricket team. I went to the ground to watch the future heroes in action. There was a small group from my class already seated in a tree shade cheering the batting team. I approached the most familiar of the faces.
"Hi..."
"Hi..surprising..i thought u wud be afraid to come this side alone."
I politely smiled..
"ok.. gang introduce urselves"
"Danny.. Shiv...Guna...Rishi.."
"And Arun...welcome to the gang"...He had an infectious enthusiasm and it soon caught on. I forgot for a moment that he was the one who passed that comment on Sridhar.
Danny was sitting in the shade of a tree busy writing something..Shiva and Guna silently went behind the tree and spied what was he writing...without a warning shiv plunged and flicked the book from Danny...
"Love songs compose panira machi"
"Fool...give it back to me.."
"Catch me if you can..." with that shiv took off with Danny and Guna in pursuit..
Sridhar was silently watching all this and turned back and headed to the library. I was curious to find out what was he doing at that time in the library when hardly any classes had begun.
"Sridhar..." i came running behind him..
Startled he turned back and smiled.."Hi Ram.."
"What are you doing..arent you joining us for lunch.."
"Where are u guys goin.."
"Ananda bavan"
"Its not Ananda Bavan..every dish they serve is so cold..they should rename it as Ariya bavan.."
"hahaha...nice one..ok..pack up..we are moving now..we are all going to a movie after that..come lets go"
"No man..you carry on...to be honest i dont much enjoy these outings and all...my background doesnt allow me these luxeries and i badly need to win this years scholarship for my survival here in this concrete jungle...above all i have taken a dual degree program..and got tonnes to read..if i have offended you sorry man" He went inside the library...
I was wondering if i would be so sure of what i wanted ever in my life..

Innum varum................

Comments

dubukudisciple said…
Thalaipa partha vudane naan edo telugu pada reviewnu ninaichen.. ana nee malayala padam thaan review poduve.. eppa teluguku marinenu parthen...
Anonymous said…
actually..title inspired by tht movie only :D
dubukudisciple said…
I was wondering if i would be so sure of what i wanted ever in my life..//
This holds good for you now also anyway :D
gils said…
ahtu epovum apdi than :) apo oru perchu ipo onunu irukapdathula ;)
G3 said…
//P.S: Enatharumai Blog makkalay..ungal gilspaandiyin anbu vanakkangal..Eric segaloda "Class" padichitu oru aarva kolarula..athey mathiri me the trying..avar 500 page ezhuthinatha naan oru 5 pagela mudikka try panren//

Idha padichappuramum posta padipom??? no way :P

Mothalla neenga PNI-ya mudinga.. appuram naanga yosikarom idha padika arambikaradha venamannu :P
Machee..intha kadaiyilley yaar yaar enna characternnu ennakku thaniyaa mail anoopu wud love to know...
//P.S: Enatharumai Blog makkalay..ungal gilspaandiyin anbu vanakkangal..Eric segaloda "Class" padichitu oru aarva kolarula..athey mathiri me the trying..avar 500 page ezhuthinatha naan oru 5 pagela mudikka try panren...ungalalaam nenacha enaku pavama iruku...avvvvvvvvvvvvv :D//

எஸ்கேப் அண்ணாத்த :)
mgnithi said…
Romba naal kalichu ezhutharathanala periya posta?

En kan munnadi oru periya mosquito coil suthiduchu....

Good start...
rsubras said…
Goood start... able to visualize perfectly :) havent read ur other stories...so i was reading this one without expectations :) athunaala sila pala kuraigal iruppinum i dont wanna mention that...anyway that didnt hamper the overall story :)

Next part plz :)

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