Thursday, August 30, 2012

Away from home

           I was happily doing my class 8 at Hilton Matriculation Hr Sec School, Courtallam, Tirunelveli District when one of my relative suggested to my dad on putting me up at a boarding school in Tiruchengode. During that period schools from Tiruchengode, Rasipuram and Namakkal were producing good results in the 10th and 12th public exams. So my parents even decided of joining me there. Two months before the end of class 8 I had my entrance exam at Vidya Vikas Matriculation Hr Sec School, Tiruchengode. There were nearly 500 students who had come up for the entrance. A week after the exam, results came out and I was selected. They had asked us to come and pay the fees and carry out all other formalities.

April 2004

            Packing up all my things we headed towards Tiruchengode. It was a 8 hour car drive. I was really excited upon moving to a new atmosphere. Reaching the hostel we cleared all formalities with the staffs seated outside it. Moving towards the notice board where the room allocation of each student was put up I was shocked on seeing it. My room occupied 12 members and 8 of them in it had the first name as Manoj. Having a small smile within me I and my parents moved towards the room F-7. A corner room in the first floor having the advantage of viewing people coming from the main gate, vehicles moving on the busy Tiruchengode-Erode highways and the most exciting one is the Girls Hostel. So once our parents left we started talking to each other and became thick friends eventually. Among them the closest friends of mine were two smart fair guys.  One is Mr.Mithun from Metupallayam and the other is Mr.Arun Prasad from Kanchipuram.

           Slowly as days went we came to know about the rules and regulation of the hostel and school, though I would mention about my school experience in the coming posts. Our day starts by 5am. Within half an hour we should get ready for either Jogging or Yoga. Mostly all preferred the later one because it would be comfortable to sleep while performing asana in yoga. All my roommates including me preferred Jogging because it would be great feeling the fresh air of morning and more over we used to have chats on the way. Returning back from Jogging we would be having our exercise and it gets over by 7.30am. Moving towards the hostel we would go towards refreshing our self. Meanwhile few would go towards making call since it would be their turn that day. We class 9 had our turn on every Thursday.  So freshening up, wearing our uniforms, packing up our bags we would move towards the canteen situated inside our hostel itself. Though the food won’t be so good we got adjusted to it and later on started liking it. Once finished we head towards our class.

            In the evening’s we would be playing some game and later moving on towards our study. Finishing our work, getting the completed sign from our study- in- charge we would return back sleep fully towards our room. There would be hardly time to speak because the next day we got to get up early. So this is routine followed up there. Though lot of interesting events occurred there, let me just post it out individually. 

Saturday, August 25, 2012

The Heartless People


                I felt very happy when I heard the news that my dad has been transferred once again to North India because I always loved the people and in specific I loved eating at the Dhabha. The last time when I left all my happiness of North Indian life was during the age of 8. We were at Jalandhar, Punjab then. This time though we weren’t transferred to Punjab I was happy that at least we turned up at a new place (i.e.) New Delhi. During my stay at Punjab I didn’t get much of the chance to be in the capital, though we used it only for catching up our train or flight to South India.

              But now the capital city looks completely changed. We even started getting the feel of returning back to Tamil Nadu itself. To be honest, people here are really selfish. They think only about themselves. They don’t care for others. A few of the incidents which I saw really made me started hating these people.

             Once I was walking along the road side, some 50 feet ahead of me I saw a car hitting a man off his scooter. Seeing it automatically my body rushed forward to help him. Nearing him I found that only few had come to help him though there were lots watching the scene standing only few feet away. Even the driver who hit him was busy checking his car for any damages rather than going forward to help the injured man. Only then I felt how heartless are these people and how heart full and caring are the people of South India. This is only a minor incident.

            Another incident occurred right in front of our house. Our house is on the 1st floor and it was a rainy day. It was around 11.30am when my mother was standing at the balcony. A man was standing in the ground floor of the opposite house. The man unknowingly caught an iron pipe which was near him and the next second my mom knew that something was wrong with his expression. His eyes were starring right into the sky and no movement at all in his body. He got electrocuted since some wire was found attached to the iron pipe. Though my mom was not fluent in Hindi she started shouting for help.  

Mom : Oh Bhaiya…Oh Bhaiya, udhar dhekho na.

         My mom was calling the laundry man outside our house but his reaction was very shocking to us. He saw the electrocuted man and didn’t even bother to move forward to help. He didn’t even mind calling others for help. Later a man from the nearby shop came out. On seeing the wounded guy he called more men from inside the shop and they all took him to the hospital. Later we came to know that the wounded guy was an employee of that shop and that is the reason his colleague came forward to save him. If suppose he was a stranger, none would have helped him and slowly he would have died too. Such cruel hearted are the peoples here.

Day by day the interest of staying here is getting down. Whatever it is South Indians are always better than these idiotic people.

2 days later on enquiring the security outside our house, he informed us that the wounded guy is recovering well.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

It started off with the…


Dec 31, 2010

          Tomorrow was going to be the first New Year celebration after coming out of hostel. Apart from my roommates there were few other friends who had gathered at our room. We were all planning to celebrate it at the Marina Beach, the second longest beach in the world. So as dusk neared we started on our journey. Few of our classmates assured to meet us at the beach itself. Boarding the 21G bus we were heading towards our destination. Finding somewhat around 2 hours for the clock to struck 00.00 am we planned to roam in at the City Centre Mall, Dr.Radhakrishnan Salai, Mylapore. One can easily spend his/her time at the malls always and it is even one of the reasons why it’s been constructed for. From the terrace of the mall with the Bay of Bengal behind us and the cool sea breeze on us we guys were enjoying. I could remember of the incident happened then, Aravind one of my classmate rang up to my mom. He informed her that I was in relationship with a girl. My mom knew that he was trying to fool her so she carefully handled the situation and it was of a great laughter among us guys.  

         Time was about 11.15 pm and slowly every crowd moved towards the beach. Already there was a huge gathering waiting to celebrate. We found rest of our classmates and gathered in a big circle somewhat nearby to the shore whistling, dancing, screaming, singing. There were also huge Police patrol to prevent any misbehaviour and other illegal activities from happening.

Jan 1, 2011

         As the clock crossed 00.00am, the celebrations started. I have never ever witnessed it ever before in my life. The celebration of our gang got even wilder since it was our friend Mr. Aravamudhan’s birthday. Slowly the crowd started to leave. Our only mode of reaching room was City bus but we came to know that at around 12.45 am no city bus runs. The alternate option was by train and on reaching Light House station we came to know that the first service starts by 4.30 only. We had no other options. Rukesh who was accompanying us suggested us to come and stay at his home. We thought disturbing Rukesh’s parents at this time wouldn’t be fair. The only option left to us was by Walk.

         We started on our walk. There was complete Police patrol round the city so we found it quite safe to walk. The first stop after a long walk was at an ice cream parlor nearby to the American Consulate. The owner of the shop informed us that you could find night services bus at DMS bus stop on the Anna Salai. So proceeding towards DMS bus stop all the way we had photo shoots with Mr. Sreenivas as the photographer. On entering the bus stop a jam-packed night service bus crossed us.

         We decided that it would be of no use in waiting for the bus. Aravind suggested that at Mambalam Bus Depot we could find the first bus and the time to reach there would equalize with the departure of that bus. Agreeing to the plan we started off towards T.Nagar. Walking through the deserted streets of Chennai during night is a different feel. So walking through different streets we finally reached Panagal Park. Aravind told us that the bus terminus was only few kilometers ahead. Finally reaching the Mambalam bus terminus by 4.45 am we halted outside a tea shop opened there. By around 5.15 am the first bus to Perungalathur rolled out which would take us to Chrompet. Boarding the bus, getting the tickets we all went into sleep straight. We walked towards our room still sleepy only to find the entire world waking up to have a nice year ahead.

So the year for me and my friends started off with that long walk. 

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

The Pink City


          We move around different places in an urge to know about that place, its history, its past collection and various other prospects. Visiting almost every place in Punjab, Uttaranchal, Uttarkhand, Haryana, Jammu and Kashmir we chose to make our next visit towards Rajasthan. A suitable 3 day holiday for my dad and my brothers made us to plan a trip to Jaipur, popularly known as the “Pink City” by all. On the fine morning we started off to Jaipur on a hired cab. Roaming around the city of New Delhi in a vehicle is always a fun.

          Moving out of New Delhi region we entered into the so called “Millennium City” (i.e.) Gurgaon, Haryana. You could hardly find an area without a skyscraper. Moving on with the journey it took us almost 4 hours to reach the “Pink City”. As how we had imagined Jaipur to be, it wasn’t. I think it’s the dirtiest city I have ever visited. It didn’t even have the look of being the capital of the state. The city is entirely dirty, no sort of maintenance, no proper traffic regulation, no road sense at all and to the extreme was the Food. Even the smallest of dhabha in New Delhi would serve better food than it. The only good thing about that place was the Royal Palace where the king’s family still resides and the Jantar Mantar. Feeling so disappointed we wrapped up the trip on the 2nd day itself.

P.S. It is referred to as “Pink City” because the Old Jaipur is completely painted in somewhat reddish pink colour.

It is not at all worthy to refer Jaipur as the “Pink City” and If you would ask me I would never suggest you a visit to Jaipur.

  

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Wonderful Hours


               It was that beautiful night when a stranger became a very close friend of mine. As I was doing my college at Chennai and my parents were nearby to Madurai, my grandparent’ s who were at Coimbatore felt bit lonely. So whenever I was free I used pay them a visit which would cheer them a bit for a few days. This incident too happened during one such travel to Coimbatore.

               It was a Friday evening and returning from college to my room at Chrompet I had a thought that why don’t I visit my grandparent’s. Also the following Monday was a national holiday though I don’t remember it now. So on reaching the room I packed up things and left for Koyambedu Bus Terminus, the largest Bus Terminus in Asia. Finding my way to the platform where the busses to Coimbatore would be parked I rang up to my grandfather and informed him of my arrival. I found the bus and it was an Ultra Deluxe one of the TamilNadu State Road Transport Corporation which was introduced a few years back. Though it didn’t have the look and facilities of other private travels it was a comfortable one. I got a window seat and got the ticket from the conductor. The bus was to depart around 8.30 pm and I had around 20 min of gap so I got down from the bus and started roaming around the terminus.

              At sharp 8.30 the bus started on its journey. I had to run behind it to catch it and somehow boarded it. Standing nearby to the driver I waited for few minutes taking heavy breath and then moved on to my seat. I found that adjacent to me was a boy of around my age talking bit worried over the phone. I saw his worried face and to cheer him a bit I started conversing with him. Within a short time his mood change and he became much energised. After some time I asked for his problem and he started telling it.

              He was Yogendran a nationality of Singapore who was doing his BBA at PSG College of arts and science. He wasn’t much comfortable with the stay at India so planned of returning back to his home town itself. He had to visit Chennai for some official clearance of moving to Singapore. I comforted him a bit and later forgetting his worries he started talking about everything, right from his schoolings till date. In exchange I was also sharing out my experiences. We kept on talking till day break and it was such a good feeling that both of us didn’t feel bored of speaking. You could hardly find such kind of people. We shared our contact details and even planned of being connected through Facebook and we are connected even now.

             Day broke and we reached Coimbatore. Getting down at the Gandhipuram Bus Stand we parted away promising to be in touch.

Every time you can’t find such people in your life and whenever you come across one don’t miss them.


Friday, August 17, 2012

Happy Days


Aug 21, 2008

        I had my bags packed up, my bed rolled up, got dressed up in formals for the first time and the car in which I came was about to enter through the large gate. It was the entrance to Sri Sairam Engineering College, the place where I am going to spend my next 4 years. The place, where I will be trained up and come out of it as a well trained Engineer. The security at the gates asked me to get down and head towards the main ‘A’ block while my parents were asked to keep my things at the hostel. I moved on towards the ‘A’ block where at the entrance were the NCC cadets directing freshers to different blocks. I didn’t even have the slightest thought that in future I too would be standing here wearing the uniform and directing then freshers. Any way I asked the way to the 1st year IT class room and they directed me towards it. I casually climbed the stairs and reached the 2nd floor. On the way I found Aravind, one of my other classmates later. We spoke and reached the classroom. It was already occupied with people in it and we collected our Fresher ID card and found a place. The Induction went on well and every parent left their son/daughter at hostel and they too went away.

1st Year

       Initially we were not allowed to talk to any of the seniors since it was a part of anti-ragging rule. But one night a few of the seniors called me and asked me to visit their room by 11 pm. I went and for some 10 min I was ragged and I too did all the stuffs which asked me to do. I could have gone and complained it to the management but I didn’t because my entire cousins had advised me that make friendship with your seniors. You will need their help always. As said they became my most close friends than those guys in the freshers. They were the Mechanical department seniors with whom I still have contact and I am much close than my department seniors. Though I was bit sad at studying at that college time went on so soon and it was almost the end of the year. There were 4 best teachers during that year, they were
              1)      Mrs. Parvatham – Engineering Maths-I 
              2)      Mrs. Geetha – Technical English 
              3)      Mr. Ayyadurai – Engineering Chemistry 
              4)      Mr. Elanchezian – Engineering Graphics

2nd Year
   
         A sense of new power came within us. One was due to that we were now seniors and the other was that we had entered into the control of the department. The department of Information Technology was considered the best at our college and I was lucky for it. Slowly we started enjoying all the department activities, started getting close with everyone in the class, started coming late to class every day. Actually we were not allowed to talk with girls in the campus and so what we do is pass small bits of paper writing message in it. It would be fun each and every day. Slowly I started liking my college.

3rd Year

        We IT-A were the hot topic of each and every staff in the department. Every teacher coming to our class would try to change us but instead they change and never return back the next semester to our class. Slowly we a gang of 8 members started attending symposiums held at various colleges in Chennai. Our team “I-Square” was formed under the leadership of Mr. Sabari Rangan, Assistant Software Engineer, TATA CONSULTANCY SERVICE and Mr. Rukesh, Software Engineer, HCL Technologies. Concentrating mainly on Ad-Zap and Dumb-C and winning cash awards summing more than Rs.10,000 we were the talk of the event at most college. Such was our teams performance. It was then I realized that how gifted am I to study at such a nice institution providing every facility needed by us, yet we used to complain it. I had visited colleges much better than mine and worst than mine where you don’t even find a proper washroom facility. Such would be the condition and yet students are studying there.

4th Year

        Entering final year automatically the entire focus of the department was on us. Getting the highest number of placements, achieving gold medal were all the targets on us. The department even conferred upon us the role of guiding and being a role model for our juniors. Placement came, almost 95% from my batch were placed up in the first few companies itself. Days rolled off and suddenly and it was the last day of college. We were all exchanging slam books, bidding wishes, promising to be in touch ever, etc. As I stepped out for the last time, the thought of the first day when I entered were so fresh in my mind that it was like it happened yesterday. Time had gone so fast unknowing to us, adding lot of beautiful memories to be cherished every time we think of it. I felt very happy and lucky for studying at Sairam Engg College.

Main Block


Thursday, August 16, 2012

Incredible INDIA


INDIA…INDIA

               As every time it comes out from our mouth, we get some kind of power and strength within us. I guess I am right. The peninsular nation with the mighty water bodies and the incredible Himalayan mountain ranges protect its well cultured people. We have excelled in almost everything which makes us distinct from the rest of the world. It’s a kind of proud thing which each and every Indian must know it rather than spoiling the name of the country doing unwanted activities and gaining media attention.

              Though India ranks in the top list of corruption there is no point in talking of it. Who is not corrupt here? Everyone are, but only few get exposed outside and we get the chance of blaming them for the under progress of our country.

              Moving away from that topic let me come to the point. As mentioned before Indians have excelled in every field right from ancient time. Recently I made a visit to the “PINK CITY” (i.e.) Jaipur in Rajasthan. Visiting the forts, palaces, etc didn’t fascinate me much as how the Jantar Mantar did. It is an observatory built by the first king of Rajasthan Raja Sawai Man Singh. He had built such observatories at 6 different places in our country. One at Jaipur and the rest are at New Delhi, Agra, Mathura, Ujjain, and Gwalior. Each and every piece of instruments present there showed the excellence of then architects. It even houses the world’s largest Sun Dial (time calculated based on Sun’s rays) and has even listed out in the Guiness Book of Records. I calculated the time using the Sun’s rays and was shocked that it showed the exact one only with a delay of 2 seconds. Instruments to measure the angle of sun’s ray, to locate the North Pole star, to calculate the 12 birth signs, etc were built to such perfection that none can find fault with it. I felt pride for being an Indian.  
World's Largest Sun Dial

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

The Journey, hard to forget though..


May 17, 2012
         Since it was my 8th semester exam it was scheduled for the afternoon session. We just had 2 theoretical papers and a main project to be done. Finishing my Professional Ethics paper and exchanging lot of happy moments with my friends I was returning back to Chrompet. Due to a small confusion at the Anna University, Guindy campus our exams were postponed to various dates and so I had my next paper Distributed System on June 4, 2012. My parents had left to New Delhi some months back and so I planned to make a visit there. Though I tried my best to get ticket it ended up in waiting list status. I sought the help of my uncle to get me a ticket. Reaching my uncle’s home by evening I gave him the details and he assured that he would get me ticket for the next day morning’s train.

May 18, 2012
         The train was due to start from Chennai central station by 6.30 am. I woke up by 4, got ready and reached central station by 5.45 am. Though I wasn’t able to get a 3rd AC ticket, my uncle helped me in getting a Sleeper class ticket. The Durranto Express (Chennai – New Delhi) reached platform 11, I went on checking the list put up outside my compartment. The eager of every youth in checking the list was in me too, instead of checking my name, I was checking for any female passengers (19-21 years) traveling in my compartment. As usual I wasn’t lucky since only people above my age were traveling in it. With huge disappointment I entered and found my berth. I was happy that at least I got an upper berth. The train left Chennai, it was a nonstop train to the capital.
     
         
             During the initial hours of the journey the weather was pleasant outside. Enjoying the scenery, I had my breakfast (Pongal, Vada, Sambhar) provided in the train itself. Slowly as the clock tickled close to 10 am the real thrill of that journey began. The train entered Andhra Pradesh and slowly the temperature started increasing. It was too hot both outside and inside, beyond bearable range. Even humidity level was at the peak. Not able to sit or either sleep, I was completely exhausted. Not only I felt the heat, but the whole lot of people traveling in the Sleeper class would have felt it. As evening reached the temperature was still the same with not even a point reducing in the temperature scale. It was then I felt completely regenerated, as if a very pleasant breeze had flowed over me. A good looking girl entered my compartment. Usually in films and in dreams does such girl accompany us in a travel but never in our real life. So the girl entered and had her berth diagonally to mine. This is enough for any youth to do all sort of stupid stuffs to get the girls attention. It worked out, the request-reply protocol has worked within me. I started receiving reply signals from her. I didn’t knew how far I had been transmitting and receiving those signals. Sometime later I was served dinner, food (main thing for survival) and so for few min I stopped my signal transmission. After dinner I was standing near the heavy door of the compartment and was enjoying the nature in the moonlight. As train had entered Maharashtra, the weather seemed somewhat bearable. Later on returning to my berth I was shocked to find the girl was not in her berth. I waited for some time but no traces of her. I consoled myself saying that luck doesn’t last for long and I went to sleep thinking of how the city would be looking since I am visiting it after 10 years.
             
             Next morning I knew she wouldn’t be there and I was right. The berth was occupied by someone else. I am fond of travel and visiting places because you get the chance of meeting lot new people. We come across different cultures, language, food, lifestyle, etc which thrills me always. This was also one such experience and thinking of those moments I stepped out at the Hazrat Nizamuddin station looking for new set of peoples. Through the crowds I followed to the exit gate to find the vehicle waiting to pick me up.  

Thursday, August 9, 2012

The Best Evening.


Source : My diary dated October 25, 2009

               It was a beautiful Sunday morning but we didn’t knew since we were all dozing off in our beds and lost in dreams going on a date with a girl in it. We would be in the top most level of romance when suddenly we see a bright flash of light hitting our eyes, its none other than the sun which would be hitting right on our face. With great abuses we used to get out of the bed and look at the time, it would be already past 9.Thinking of the dream we used rush to canteen to have our breakfast and feeling comfortable after getting some food to have, we would start planning for the days work.This is how every Sunday goes off in the hostel...

               But this particular Sunday was something different something which i didn’t guess it would be. After having breakfast i returned back to hostel and roamed around the reception area hunting for a glance of English newspaper to check out hot news of the past day but couldn’t find out one and so my attention turned towards tv where a beautiful song from the film "Earam" was playing and i settled off there watching it along with my friends.

               Every Sunday we used to have outing (ie) we could roam around the city from afternoon 2 to evening 8. That is the only day when we are released out of SaiRam Campus, so on that Sunday too we friends planned to go for a diwali release "Peranmai" film at Tambaram itself. We had our lunch and boarded the bus to Tambaram. The show was around 2.30 so we waited outside the theatre sweating under the hot sun in the queue for the tickets. We bought the tickets and watched the film. It was a nice one and i really enjoyed a lot since its main storyline was on NCC and me too being a cadet got too involved to the film. Once the film got over we came back to the place where usually we board bus to reach back to our college. Its nearby to a Adyar Anandha Bhavan at Tambaram.

               Here is where the real entertainment begins for us all. Every Sunday around the dusk we could find lot of couples, teenage girls, etc with their guys who come here to spend  all money they have bought. This is a treat for us guys. That day too after returning from theatre we waited nearby to that restaurant for our college bus. A car came and halted before us and a family of five got down from it. One among it was a girl of our age. At first we guys a group of four didn’t notice her but one from the nearby gang came and told us "machi paruda oru super figure vandhiriku" and at an instance all our eyes turned towards her. Even she too realised that we were looking at her and we even thought that she would move off with a single glance, but she stood there at the entrance long and had frequent looks at us. This is almost enough for a boy to lose his sleep for the entire week. At first we friends thought that she was looking at us but later when i turned to call one of my other friend i found out that the entire gang of our college standing around there were looking at her only. The thing that attracted all towards her was that she was looking simple wearing a pink salwar and a cute smile on her face. Luck doesn’t last for long and she went off inside the restaurant with her family. We boarded the bus and till we reached the college the girl was the hot topic discussed by everyone. 

I thought that it was the best evening in my life.

ENGLISH..Not a Barrier but a Career


                English, the most popular language which is been spoken throughout the world. Even though the Chinese are well ahead in the technological aspect they lag behind the much talented Indians when coming to the language. In India we produce much talented people who are capable to handling all kind of situations and conditions. That is the reason Rest of the world relies mostly on Indians to develop any new products.

                So this particular language has sought so much importance that each and every one had started developing their skills much in it than that of how much they would have put towards learning their mother tongues. Seems funny, but this language has got so much power that people don’t mind going to the extremes to learn it.

                Coming over to corporate world, you are nothing if you don’t know English. I hope everyone agrees to this fact. And naturally at professional colleges they start training you only when the recruitment season starts. None the less if we don’t keep updating our self in the first 3 years it would become too difficult when you sit for the placements. There were even few in my batch who were from Tamil medium during their Higher Secondary and so initially they were facing a lot of problems. But at later point of period, with their eagerness to learn the language and to move up in their life, they succeeded with the language barrier.

                 It’s not just with English, consider whatever the language be, don’t consider it as a burden or a barrier. Try to break it and all those needed to break it is within you. So stop complaining about your weakness and start praising you. This is the only way to move ahead. I have just started following these steps, thought of sharing even with you.


Note : Even I am not perfect with my English. Even now I can’t speak English Fluently. There would be always some blocks and gaps in between, even then I keep speaking no matter if it’s wrong.

There are a few good friends of mine whom I had always inspired in improving my language, and they are

       1)      Ms. Saranya,
         Software Engineer,
         Ford Technologies,
         Chennai, INDIA.

       2)      Mr. Joshi Kumar,
         NUS,
         SINGAPORE.

      3)        Mr. Harihar,
         Entrepreneur,
         Chennai, INDIA.

4)    Ms. Annapurani,
         Assistant Software Engineer
         Tata Consultancy Service,
         Chennai, INDIA


Tuesday, August 7, 2012

THOUGH CRAZY..MY DEEPEST DESIRE


           Every one right from their birth would be crazy on one or the other things and naturally as days pass on and they grow up and few of those things turns up into you desire. Hope I am true with my words. As I mention everyone I am not one apart from it. Even I was so crazy on various things and if I list it out it might go on for pages.
          I used to look at kids of my age possessing a variety of stuffs, though I couldn’t posses all those I was happy myself just by having a look at those. Once I attained the age of deciding and handling stuffs on my own, I took a vow to myself that there are 3 things in my life which at whatever cost would be bought with my own earnings. They were,

1)      A High End Mobile Phone 
2)      Bike 
3)      SLR Camera (The advanced one)

         Seems funny right!! but these were my years of desire to posses. Till date I haven’t mentioned of these to anyone and you the lucky one come to know it now. You might think that all these are basic needs of every man, ya even I agree to it. But the desire to posses them kept on increasing due to various external factors or my surroundings or it may even be the place where I did my Under Graduation. If you are a student of SAIRAM ENGINEERING COLLEGE, especially a hosteler you would know the reason for my 1st desire.

         Ya for 2 long years we lived without the trace of mobile phone any where around us. Even then one of my other roommates Mr.Hari Krishna Teja unknowing to our Hostel warden brought a mobile into the hostel. Though often there would be mobile raids we somehow used to hide it from their eyes and it was such a lucky mobile for the whole of our room itself. I hope Mr.Sreenivas doesn’t forget the incidents which used to take place every night where we both used to fight for the mobile. Hence the urge to possess a mobile kept increasing as the stay at hostel increased.

         The next desire was buying a Motorcycle. Though I learnt to drive two wheeler during my class 10 itself my dad restricted me from using his Bike. As every time he rejects me from riding it the urge to ride it kept on increasing, as that’s the human tendency (i.e.) Whenever you say no to a thing our interest keeps increasing towards it. Slowly I started fancying a bike, it was the TVS Apache RTR180 (Grey Color). Whenever or wherever I see it I halt myself and keep on looking at it that even I don’t pay attention to good looking girls who are passing nearby it if so. That much is my craziness towards it. Hope I posses it soon.

          The final one…Hmm It might be wrong in terming as final one because as said before there are lot of other such wishes yet to be fulfilled. As of the list the final desire is to buy a SLR camera. As my Grandfather was professional photographer, the genes have been passed on to us and so the passion towards photography has increased within me.

           So finally with the God’s grace and a small amount of effort from my side have ended me in a good job. With the dedication and hard work which I have to put it in might take me to a good position and side by side fulfilling all my desires in the days to come.



Seasonz Chapter 2 – The Yesteryear (Part 2)

  The link to the previous part is as follows: Seasonz Chapter 2 – The Yesteryear (Part 1)   Returning to our journey on Jalandhar, ...