Friday, June 10, 2005

a daY aT mY collegE

It was fun tracing those old paths. Spiced up by a cup of hot tea from the college canteen, lunch from the Lords restaurant, lime juice from the chechi's shop opposite to the main gate, a peep into the green room of the empty open air auditorium, a jump over the college wall, making fun of each others which was our favourite pass-time three years back, giving a complete scan, free of cost, to the fairer sex who were passing by and what not. For some time we felt we have reincarnated in our beloved CET. The place where we spent four years of our engineering life.

Ok, now the gang who did all these great things. Names apart, lemme concentrate on their professions. Two were lecturers teaching at two famous engineering colleges in Kerala, two were doing their MBAs at two prestigious b-schools in India, one was doing his MTech at another prestigious institution in India and one a software professional who recently got married and just returned from the US. Further to the famous adage, "Inside every man there is a child", we also proved that "Inside every man there is a nasty, mischievous, engineering college youth".

Each and every point of CET was saying something to me.

The ramp said, "This is the place where you rested your head on a girl's lap and the head of the department (HOD) came and took away your identity card."

The seminar room said, "Don't you remember the last series exam of your college life? You brought an alarm and fired it 15 minutes after the exam started. Later the alarm was confiscated by the professor. Did you get it back?"

The college bus said, "Ha ha ha, I still remeber you sitting on the seat next to the door. I know the reason. She usually get inside the bus through that door and you wanted to help her by holding her bag for her no? What happened to that crush?"

The canteen said, "Eight guys fighting for a single cutlet bought using the money from some one else. You guys still do that?"

The class room whispered, "There was a strike that day and some fight was going on outside the classroom. In order to see that you left the class whilst the professor was teaching. No one has ever done that. Before or after"

The corridor said, "I remember you putting a 100 rupees bet for taking 100 push-ups and failed miserably at 47 itself. It took two weeks for you to get well from the body pain right?"

The concrete bench said, "Its here that you gave a red rose to a lady, which was bought by someone else, on a valentines day which she didn't accept and apparently your crush saw that and both the things ended up in a mess."

When I heard all these from them, a laughter errupted in my lips. It turned its way to a nostalgic smile. And then I was thinking. In the fight for a career, for a life, I'm missing a world. A world created by such small small mischievous things. In this hectic life, if I would have gotten enough time atleast to remember those beautiful moments... I was still thinking...


9 comments:

silverine said...

Sigh... you bought back wonderful memories. School and college days are so precious......

Jithu said...

:-) really.. its correct that if u wanna know the value of something, stay away frm it 4 a while

Anonymous said...

Hey... this really brings back old memories.... and also a want to go back to those wonderful days..:-)

Jithu said...

hello anonymous,
in one way or the other, everyone's got beautiful memories in college..

Arrogantly.com said...

nostalgia always brings out a sigh in me as well... as Bryan Adams sang, 'those were the best days of my life'

Jithu said...

hello injinuity,
thnx for dropin in!

i think this "nostalgic-sigh" is more powerful than normal nostalgia. u feel that the loss is much bigger!

truly those were the best days of my life!

Geo said...
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Geo said...

Starting from the very first mass bunk of 2002 batch performed by Comscies..., our 'onam' celebrations which invariable ended up in beating other batch members after castling them in our class, our tug of war competitions, fiercely fought but terribly unbalanced elections, a million other things ending with our final year demo...
man, u live only when u r in an engineering college…. Before that u r a child and after that you are a retired actor who lives in the memories of those golden days...

"I got my first real supply..
Got it in semester five...
Wrote it till my fingers bled...
Was the summer of 99..."

Jithu said...

george, couldnt help myself commenting on this.. the summer of 69 clone was truly awesome!
lol :-)))