I thought hard and understood one thing,i was losing my brevity and so I thought I'd let this photo complete the story I'd begun.......

sunny days-Part 2

Sometimes i feel so stupid of me trying to fill this blog space with nothing much in particular . I am neither famous nor a criminal and if you are not both, you better keep your secrets to yourself. I don't have anything earth shattering to disclose. I am the sort of guy who went to school just before the bell rang and came home directly after 4. There was no life in between,nothing to tell my grandchildren i suppose.....But telling a story doesn't necessitates you  be its hero. You can also do the role of Morgan Freeman. (Oh come on,you know that man -the Afro  American with that clear cut accent...)

            Reminiscing is a really good job for those who don't have any occupation of any kind and for those for whom tomorrow is just the future tense of today....(did you get anything?, i certainly did not.... :-) )

            k,let's not make things that complicated. Let's get back to times when the earth used to be round, not the highly technical geoid it's called now... Oh sorry, i'm digressing again(it seems the problem is contagious).

            Back to sunny days, i'll begin with the mornings.... It was usually Basil who woke up first.Please don't misunderstand, the guy has matured now,it was his early years... And i was not much late. We used to go outside for brushing our teeth..inhaling the morning air and of course washing our mouths in the purest water you could get. There was some sort of a stream nearby....not exactly a stream,something like a canal.... Kottayam is a mountainous region and we truly believed a spring was nearby. One day we went in search of the spring and found.......... a cattle shed  with a drainage directly into the nature's purest water......

           I'd mentioned ponnu.... hadn't i? well,he used to call us achachans.... Neerajachachan , Surajachachan etc.... Well,i found it curious as that pronoun was used in my native place to refer to grandfathers..... The colloquial troubles were not new and has no intention of going down quietly ...(my friends will guarantee that)

           We'd 2 different routes to the college. And  we all preferred the shorter ,the more adventurous route. We'd to cross the stream(i don't have to tell you which one)..... And the rains really made the trip adventurous.The water was up to knee level and if you are having workshops (which obviously means you've got shoes) on those days, you are doomed....

             We all had our share of thrills. There was this incident of Anil breaking his leg while crossing this canal. I wouldn't have remembered it had something not happened, that made this thing...... well,unforgettable!  Sunnychayan took him to the hospital and for help he took Jordy along with him. He seemed the obvious choice with his athletic build and all. Everything went on fine until Jordy was to see the stitching work on Anil's leg....... I was not a witness but from whatever Anil told, Jordy fainted the moment he saw blood. And on the return trip,it was Anil who sat at the back of the bike......

          If i were to go on narrating things , then i wouldn't be able to stop anywhere. So i'm leaving parts of it for the next day. By the way, my driving classes are going on fine and i learned one important lesson-i suck at driving.....

So gudbye dudes, thanks for reaching the bottom!

sunny days- Part 1

Hey don't fuss-it's not another episode on how good my vacation is going on(which, in fact is right).... I wanted to write this thing for long, but forgot amidst all the petty matters.......

It's a flashback and if you thought the screen is going to assume the black and white colour it usually does, you are wrong... in fact you can not be more wrong....

The scene shifts to the second week of october , 2006.... 

Nothing happened that was life changing, but still my life was never the same after that.

That was my first days at the college and at SUNNYchayan's hostel....

The college was good, yeah it's still good.....

But the hostel was different, i never imagined that i could be happy without my brother...

but i was .......,and i never missed him for a moment.

There were 11 of us, including 2 seniors(Sijin and Sharath- have already bid goodbye to the college)...

There were fellows from every department; Aswin,Suraj,Prp and Myself from electronics ,Paul and Jordy from electrical, Anil and Renjith from Civil and Basil was alone from computer..........the seniors were from mechanical- so that completes the list...

The above point is important coz that meant we never missed the gossips of any class... 

we played cricket,badminton,caroms,cards,chess and even when we didn't do any of these., we were never less entertained....

Getting bored was a difficult proposition.

And more entertainment was provided by Mr. Sunny-the hostel owner........the guy is really a piece of work. There was never a more caring hostel owner, but only if he managed to stay sober..... Give him one peg of alcohol(actually i've no idea as to how much he drank-he never did it at home ), and he'll tell you stories that might prompt you to slap him....but of course that's not at all a viable option. He stands six feet tall and built enough to take on three of you at a time. Not that we never had any mutiny...

Of course food., i was coming to it. The breakfast and lunch were ok if you were ready to accept strange combinations. Here cometh the supper and you forget all the day's worries. I'd always known that Kottayam was the land of latex but i never knew they mixed rubber in their chappatis, at least that was what i felt......

and i shouldn't forget ponnu,sunnichayan's son.... he was in his 6th std at that time. I've never seen a guy more mature at that age. And he was a great company for me. ,right from the day i joined the hostel........

i know its not a good habit to write sequential stories but i'll complete the story tomorrow. I feel totally sleepy...... 

having a break at last

 Actually,i'm really not in the right mood to blog. But i feel as if i ought to post one soon. Maybe the feeling is right coz i've got many things to tell you all.

I've just changed my orkut status to "x'mas has come early for me".... And believe me,i really mean it. I've just started my vacation. So what's the big thing? You'll know what the big thing is if you go without a vacation for 3 years at a stretch.So one month-no attendance worries,no practical sessions,no internal exams.Just me and my novels(just finished kite runner and digital fortress) and of course my futile attempts at painting going on(i've shifted to water colour). Oh,you didn't know i painted? Just check the last pages of my notebooks(But plz don't ask whose was the intended portrait-even i might not recognize it).

But the thing that has made the season Christmas are not these....

It's the rain.

For the last many years,i wasn't able to enjoy the rain to the fullest. I don't know why but this year's rain seems sweeter,the sound softer,the aroma stronger.... no i'm not in love,at least i'm not newly in love,so that cant explain it. No complaints anyway.......

The only thing that's bothering me is the driving classes. Should've got rid of them in the +2 vacation,it has taken the place of my afternoon naps.One can't have everything, i guess....

so gudbye..

oh no! hum he rahee pyar ke,phir milenge chalte chalte........( yeah,i just saw Rab Ne..)

A Feudal love story

I was a serf and the hero

She the heroine, but the lord's daughter

Our lives got interwined

and oh love was the wine i yearned!

But i lived in times

when happiness was proportioned

by the colour of the skin

and the caste i was born in

So the story turned bleak

I was caught and tried ere the council

a hundred slashes and i was off

but i was brave or drunk with love

then and there i cried

"If i was laid in sunlight

and the whole world could see me

I'd still cry the same

and clutch to my heart's  dame"

I was killed with gun and stone

and words-more sharper there was none....

                                        for the girl who made me wish if i had the serf's spirit and much better fate...............