STORIES THAT TOUCH YOUR SOUL

Example for us

2011-01-16T07:34:00.005+05:30

Once, a visitor was being shown around a leper colony in India. The colony was built to provide a shelter for those people who were poor and had various physical disabilities. At noon a gong (a metal disk that produces a sound when hit with a hammer) sounded to gather the inhabitants for the midday meal. People came from all parts of the compound to the dining hall. Suddenly, everyone started laughing at seeing two young men, one riding on the other’s back, pretending to be a horse and a rider. They were having lots of fun. As the visitor watched, he was told that the man who carried his friend was blind, and the man being carried was lame (who couldn’t walk). The one who couldn’t see used his feet; the one who couldn’t walk used his eyes. Together they helped each other and reached their destination.

Let us use each other’s strengths to make up for the weaknesses of others. Our strength is in unity, not in division.

Can a German Forget?

2011-01-16T02:50:00.000+05:30

Annual days are one of the most cherishing moments of my school life. On that particular day we could feel a little bit of freedom. Although it is a one day programme its memories will remain throughout that year. Many cultural programmes will be conducted. I was in 8th. Annual day preparations had just begun. Our English teacher, George M.T was trying to bring a skit for the function. He opted to select from my batch. There were selection trials in which we had to read a section of a drama and present it. I was confident that I had done it well. There were almost 20 students for the selection. He selected 8 from it, and pointing me he said. Shafeeq would do the main role. It was unbelievable. I was very happy.

The rehearsal started. Dialogues were prepared and practiced. I had the role of the great German dictator Hitler. For knowing more about him I referred many books. I got much interest in his character and even started admiring that amazing historian.

The day has arrived. The final rehearsal was done the previous night. I was nervous. George sir gave me the costumes for the skit. There was a police cap, which he had rented. Wearing it with the other costumes made me really tough. He also gave me a mustache like the one Hitler had. My friends also had their costumes.

The time was closer. I was in the backstage. I had to wear a long boot and it was necessary practice to walk with it. At last our call came. The curtain was down. After arranging the stage George sir left the stage bidding a good luck. As the curtain raised my heart started to bounce. It was the first time I was playing a major role in a skit. There a big light to the stage which didn't allow us to see the audience. The skit went normal. I tried my best to express the best of my role. I could keep a face without laugh throughout the play.

It was a story of Hitler's reign. All characters were working in Hitler's residence. The main theme is that everyone forget something and angry Hitler scolds each of them. At last when he raises himself from his seat angrily the audience can see that he was not wearing a pants. Believing that a German cannot forget, Hitler orders his gunman to shoot him. But when the gunman tries to shoot him, there is no bullet since the gunman had forgot to load the gun. Thus it ends.

I can't forget that role. Its dialogues. I can't forget the main dialogue in it..."Can a German forget?"

A free Movie

2010-10-03T06:35:00.003+05:30

'I am going out. Are you coming with me? Its boring here.' I asked Jerri.

It was a really boring day sitting in the room in front of the laptop browsing. I checked the facebook account to see find some updates. Oh, there is a new video. Its about some 2d cinema to be displayed in the University. The video was a trailor.

'Interesting! There is no entry fee.' I said myself. Suddenly Jeff Came to the room. He took his bunch of chocolates and offered them to Jerri. Jeff had bought chocolates for £5 when he found it cheap. Jerri took one chocolate and was back to his serious browsing. 'Oh! This guy is stuck to this' I thought.

'Hey Jeff. There is a movie at Sports Centre. I am going. Do you want to come?' I asked Jeff.

'Really. When is it?' Jeff asked curiously

'Its starts at 7.' I answered him looking at the watch. 'Oh man! Its already 7. Hurry up if you are coming.'

We walked with pace to the University. It was drizzling. We reached the sports centre in 5 minutes.The movie had already started. Seeing the crowd I almost doubted if I was in the right place. There were only 8 people watching the movie.

I found a place in the centre to get a good angle. I moved the chair to my right near to a girl and asked how much I missed. ' It just started and you are right on time.' She answered with a smile. Within minutes I fell deep in to the movie. It was a movie based on 4 students in a University who has their own issues. It showed the incidents in a night where 2 boys struggle to finish their assignment which they were supposed to submit the next day. I checked with the girl next to me when a comedy scene came. But she she was half asleep.

After the movie I asked the girl about the movie. ' She said she enjoyed it alot.' I knew that she slept. So I asked 'Which character did you like the most?' She started to feel nervous and said ' I don't remember the names.' I helped her and asked 'How about Tom?'. She nodded to me and said 'Yes that one.' I understood how much she liked the movie from that answer.

Jeff and I met the director and producer to congratulate their work. We left to the room.

English Classes

2010-08-03T19:41:00.000+05:30

'I am Shafeeq Sha from Malappuram dist....' I started my usual self introduction practice in front of my classmates. I had enrolled for IELTS classes at DLS Perinthalmanna. Roshna gave a boring look after hearing me more than 30 times in this period. Benazir had to present next and was fully in her preparation. When she was moving her lips I even felt like she was trying to tell me something. While Prabhakaran was listening to me and trying to find some errors in my presentation.

In the mean time Thoufeeq sir listened to me patiently with a smile on his face. He wanted me to bring up with a better presentation than the previous. As I finished the Introduction they gave me some errors I have made.

It was a good time that I spend in DLS. Thoufeeq sir worked hard to make us well prepared for the exam. He even made some videos of our presentation and showed to us. It really helped us find our small mistakes and correct them when we get a second chance.

There were many interactive sessions where we played some english puzzles and games. Sometimes we got the position of the interviewer. These things helped to make a better evaluation of our English language skills.

Account for Anukuttan

2010-01-13T14:42:00.002+05:30

Please deposit money into this account.

Shafeeq Sha K. S.
SBT Perinthalmanna
57065262131

Sreehari e s
11840100294236
Federal bank Edapally

Happy to inform you that the collection reached Rs.50000....

The amount was handed over to the family on 21st Sep 2010

ANUKUTTAN- We miss You!

2010-01-12T16:15:00.000+05:30

Hi guys!

Last Monday, Sadik and I went to see Anukkuttan's family.

We could see the house and the family members. Some points that we noted are below.

1. Anukkuttan is survived by his father, mother, younger brother and grand-mother who now lives with the family.

2. They no longer live in the school. They have bought a small house with the money they got from selling his father's ancestral property in Kottayam.

3. His mother works in the school, where she cooks food for the kids.

4. His father drives a truck, and transports odd stuff like wood, timber, sand ...etc

5. His brother, in his own admission was 'unlike my brother, not good with studies'

6. He is a conductor in a school bus, and loves vehicles and driving and aspires to be a driver someday.

7. Though the guy is well short of the age for a heavy-duty license,(he is almost 19) he is looking forward to driving a bus.

Lets plan to contribute something to the family. I will start an Account soon. Meanwhile we can fix what should we give them. Feel free to discuss at any time.

Shafeeq Sha- 09895664332
Sadique Ali -09686602097
Shamil -09746412467
Aneesh D -09844425578
MP -09916120108

Mission 2010

2010-01-01T14:08:00.002+05:30

What will be our feedback in the end 2010. Lets check whether this happens.

Shamil called all his batchmates, and he recharged his mobile. He gave alms to a blind man on the street.

Ajith GT visited Malappuram. He was on his way to meet his party collegues in Kannur.

Sajesh continues with his deposits in the account he had opened last year.

Faiz kissed his girl friend's roommate. He explained that he didn't wore glasses.

MP combed his hair.

Praveesh rided his bike at an average speed of 20 kmph.

It was a bad year for Sreehari PV. He lost four of his men this year. The reputed 1000 now reduced to 990 after the massive lose.

Working time of Ajish changed to 6 hours, while Sadik is still struggling with 18 hours of work.

Afsal is planning to do PG in India-China relations.

Suraj did not talk to any girls this year.

Shafeeq got his B. Tech.

Sreehari ES planning to start a new Navodaya after spending 90 percent of his life on the campus.

Vishnu quits his job after he got a threat on phone at night(a number from the border).

Pramod dumbed his fourth girl friend last year.

Syam Thomas conducted campaign against alcohol over different campuses in India.

Vidyasree bought lime to her boy friend.

Lamya's classes helped MES Nursing students' to score the top ranks in the University exams.

Anjana K making a move to singing.

Akhila learned to make tea.

Ebin got the tender for destroying Burj Khalifa.

Bijo quits his tablets after finding the unique medicine that made his recovery.

Haris learned to take a photo using mobile phone.

Anjana B trying some dance classes in between her surgeries.

Arif performed as Giraffe in college. He was selected unanimously.

Aseem started to learn MS DOS.

Vijesh completes 150th level of the game 'None of These'. Ishaque who has completed it twice gave him a good assistance.

Memories of MH

2009-10-15T17:47:00.004+05:30

The Birthday Boy

2009-08-15T10:53:00.007+05:30

I woke up hearing my mobile ring. I was not at all in a mood to open my eyes. Blaming the caller I took the blanket off my face. It’s not a bad time to wake up. The sun has already shown up. Attending the call I looked for the time. 9:45 am. So it was my mistake sleeping till dawn. I had slept late seeing the Champions League matches. It was Sreehari on the phone. He started with a pause giving me time to respond in consciousness. ‘What’s up?’He asked. ‘Is this what you have called for?’ I asked a bit harshly. ‘Today is Alumni day.’ He answered. At that second I regained consciousness.

‘Come fast. We are late for the class.’ Shamil called me when he left the door. We rushed to the Main block. Students have already gathered there. We joined the Assembly. I was sweating and I found a place right below a fan. My gasping had not stopped. The assembly continued with prayer, pledge and speech. There was a Birthday celebration function too. I peeped on my toes to see who the lucky one was. It was Niroop. Principal gave him a Birthday card and in return he gave some sweets. I was happy thinking about receiving the sweets from class. It is a very interesting custom in our school to allow the student to celebrate birthday. The student can wear formal dress on his birthday and there will be distribution of cards on the stage during assembly. Totally it will be a memorable occasion for him.

Removing the blanket I arose from the bed. Getting myself some stretching I moved towards the dining hall. Mother had already left for school preparing my breakfast. Whenever I was home it was some extra work for my mother doing all the household work apart from the teaching job. I opened the lid of the Tiffin box and tasted it. She prepares well in this rush too. Taking the newspaper in one hand and brush in other I started brushing.

We got 2 chocolates each from Niroop. It was the mathematics period. I checked the timetable to confirm that the next hour was Sports. When the bell rang we set ourselves ready to flush to the ground for playing football. I looked at Niroop he was already up from his seat. Suddenly Mr. Suresh the teacher enquired which the period is. Someone from the front row mesmerizingly said ‘Sports’. From his gesture we understood that he was not in a plan to wind up the session. He said I am going to take one more period those who want to go can go. That was really a confusing statement. Almost 10 of us came out of the class. We splitted in two and started the game. We were tensed about the after effects. Mr. Suresh is very strict and always reacts badly when someone disobey him. The game progressed well and the birthday boy scored. We were often having an eye to the windows of our class.

After taking bath I locked the house and left. I had a function at my neighbourhood. To get some company I went to roadside to meet some friends. There was Salam in his shop. After talking for a while Salam closed the shop and we left. I have known him since I joined in CET. At that time he was a Second year B.Com student in a near by private college. But he had to quit his studies due to some family issues. I often tried to make him complete his degree, but he never understood the importance of it. He was sticked on to the shop which is the source of his family earning.

I was quite sure that Mr. Suresh would treat us really bad. He has proved himself at different occasions. Once he scolded me for fasting during Ramzan saying that it was trouble for the teachers to take care of us if we fall sick. We often try to change the school customs through our student representatives. There were meetings with the staff and student representatives which often were a consensus; there was always a predefined decision.

I reached home and was spending time on the TV remote. Sreehari called again. ‘How is the function?’I asked. ‘Not much participation. Hope it will be over by 4pm.’I heard the shattering sound in background. Suddenly he said ‘Prasad sir is coming I will give him the phone.’ He was our Physics Teacher at school. Apart from others he had different approach to students; he tried to know us deeply. ‘Hi Shafeeq. How are you doing? Its long since I have met you people.’ I felt like I missed the function badly when I spoke to him.

The class was not finished. Mr. Suresh was still inside. We waited outside the class. When he came out we found his face turning pale with anger. ‘On your knees’ He ordered. Niroop stood there and all others kneeled down. Mr. Suresh asked Niroop to take the cane which was inside his table. Niroop came back in a couple of minutes. When Niroop handed Mr. Suresh the cane, he said looking at Niroop ‘Now what are you waiting for? Kneel.’ Niroop was amazed on the reaction of Mr. Suresh. The first beating in the roll was for Niroop. The birthday boy was not spared.

The Wall

2009-04-16T22:42:00.001+05:30

When there is a restriction our curiosity won’t let us sit free. We will try to know what happens once we break the laws. It would be worse if we are at the age of exploring the world.

I stepped in to my residential school life at the age of 11. On crossing the gates like everyone else I also had taken too many decisions for my success. I wanted to be diligent, score high marks and thus make my parents proud of me. After the admission procedures my parents left the scene leaving me a few tears to wet my cheek. I am totally alone here. Up to this age I was cared and guided by my parents and relatives, now who will be there to care for me. I must stand on my own.

With my new friends I walked to our hostels just making simple introduction. For two or three days I was just a mass which could move, my mind was at home. But as we brought friendship in between gradually we gained the momentum of the hostel life. Beyond the classes and other activities in school I was really anxious about the long wall which covered the entire campus. I often tried to know what was outside these walls. I found many marks of trespassing done by our seniors. It was not only me who was anxious about this. Soon we also found a way out and discovered the secret of the world outside. It was just an ordinary village with no difference with that from our home. But we enjoyed being there. We could climb the trees, go to the shop and have a tea and more.

I was in 8th standard. Now it is almost three years since we are in this campus. We were playing cricket in the backyard of our hostel. At a stage I dropped a catch and missed an opportunity to take hold of the game. I was in a real bad mood. I heard someone abusing me for it. I turned around to see the person. But there was no one. It is Vishnu’s sound. Then where is he? Seeing me search out Vishnu called out. ‘Here’. He was on top of the mango tree outside the wall. Seeing him laugh I was really angry and I picked a stone just to threaten him. But he reacted saying. ‘Throw if you are a man’. I didn’t wait for a second chance. I threw the stone towards him. The target was almost 60 meters away and I didn’t have any intention of wounding him. It hit on his head. He was bleeding and soon he was taken to the nurse for dressing.

Next day I woke up just like everyday with no idea what was waiting for me. In the assembly I found Vishnu with a bandage covering his head fully. He had a small wound and he could have just covered the wound with a small piece of plaster. Now he can be recognized from any distance. I felt like he had done it intentionally to bring me in trouble. I saw our sports teacher Mr. Prasad approaching. I was praying not to find Vishnu. But imperceptibly he found Vishnu and started his questions. Vishnu pointed me. I walked to the front with my heart beating like a drum. I felt like being strangulated. He asked me what had happened. I was in a dilemma and was searching for a lie. At last I said that I threw a stone at a post and it accidently hit Vishnu. He was convinced by the lie but punishment was on the way. I was thinking about the punishment I am going to get. It may be some beatings or a few rounds in the ground. He stared at me and said at last pointing to a post near by. ‘Throw and hit that post 200 times’. It was a strange one and I felt confused. Is this for real? He called some girls and told them to pick stones for me. One by one I started to test my accuracy. The girls were trying even fun on me by picking the smallest stone possible. After some time I was left free with a warning note.

Planetarium Visits

2008-12-29T00:12:00.003+05:30

'Its too hot here. The idea of beach was utter foolishness. The planetarium was better.' Sreehari said keeping his hand on top of his head. The sun was unbearable as he said. I nodded to say yes. We took an auto and reached the Planetarium. We didn't had someone to wait for, so we took the ticket and entered.

It is not for the first time I am here with Sreehari. Whenever I make a visit to Calicut we search for a location to talk freely. Our conclusion will be the Planetarium. From the view of Science it is a place that is worth visiting. But the park and the small games inside make the atmosphere a friendly place in the City. As usual we started our favourite games and checked our improvement. All those stuff mostly for kids, but it is thrill to be in those good old days. When I went there for the first time the thing that amazed the most was the 3D studio which played a short film. A person seeing for the first time will surely shut his eyes when some of the scenes appear. But in my later sessions I took off the glasses and checked how the whole mechanism was working.

Once it happened that we were on one of the experiments in it, an iron ball which rotated in a loop created by a some mazes. I thought what would happen if I had turned the ball in the opposite direction. My first try worked successfully, and in that excitement i called Sreehari and started repeating the experiment. But the ball didn't reach the destination and it got stuck some where in the middle of the loop. The watchman who was having a doubt on us was often peeping what we were doing. When this happened we left the scene soon. The planetarium experience is really worth praising. It gave us lot many facts about the world around us.

I am at fast

2008-12-22T16:04:00.002+05:30

'What is in the mess for tea?' Shamil asked. 'Biscuit'. I saw his face turning sad. 'What should we do?' Seeing me unanswered he said with a bit of excitement. ' Gafoor is the only option.' I knew he would say that. Smiling back I added. 'Set'.

It was a day in between Ramzan in my school. We were not allowed to fast. The authorities strictly checked whether students were fasting. Even I was once caught staying back at hostel at lunch time, and I was strictly told to have food. So we had to keep our own ways to fast. We used to save the food we get at tea time. So if the tea was not satisfactory we had to choose another option. We would go to the shop outside and get something at the time. As the authorities were really strict and they didn't let anyone go outside the school without permission. It was for sure that the permission won't be granted. So we had created many outlets on the compound wall. We were in good terms with a shop keeper named Gafoor.

We had night study time with attendance. After giving the attendance Shamil and I scramed out of the classes. We were having a tea and some snacks in the shop. Gafoor was joking about our mischievousness . Suddenly we heard a familiar sound. It was Suresh sir. He might have been out for smoking. Gafoor understood our situation. He said us to go in to the inner room of the shop and turned off the lights. We sat there till Gafoor confirmed that he left. We thanked Gafoor when we left.

But now there has been a lot of changes in the school. There is food in the mess for muslim students when they have Ramzan. There will be enough food so that no student has to take risk for it.
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Bush and the Shoe

2008-12-17T17:36:00.000+05:30

The recent incident of Bush and the shoe has made a great impact on the public. Many designers got a chance to develop their skill and make games based on this. The protest against Bush and America was reflected in this incident. The hits that each game received is the proof that people hated him so much.

A bad Day.

2008-12-15T17:06:00.000+05:30

I reached the College Office at 1 pm. There was a big queue. Amal was outside the office just killing his time. I joined him to see the beauty of my college from the first floor of the main building. I understood it was late for my exam. I went in front of the queue and asked for my hall ticket. ‘ I have my exam at 1:30. Make it fast.’ The clerk searched for my hall ticket in his bundle and couldn’t find my name. He tried once more confirming the name and number. But there wasn’t mine. I felt really angry and was about to shout at him. Suddenly Vipin pulled me from back and said. ‘ I didn’t find your number on the exam hall.’ Now I was little confused. I went to the hall and found that my number was not there. I didn’t knew whet was the solution at this 11^th hour. I said Vipin to go and write the paper. I rest on the step for a few minutes about the solution. I knew that if I try to contact the exam cell and enquire I can write the exam. But its already late and the whole procedure will make me very much delay.

I walked back to my hostel with anger in my mind. I didn’t knew whom I should blame for this. May be I had filled my form incorrect. I consoled myself. But my real feeling was when I thought about the preparation I had done. I had worked hard for this exam. I couldn’t get a nice sleep for the last two days. I could have collected the Hall ticket earlier so that I would have found a solution for it. Really today was one of my bad days.

Alumni Day

2008-12-14T18:38:00.000+05:30

' How was the program?' I asked Sreehari. ' The participation was much lower than expected. Just the lunch, and a game. ' He stopped with these words.

Today was our Annual Alumni Day at school. I wanted to attend the function. But my busy exam schedule made me cancel it. I have an exam tomorrow and if I attend the function I will not reach for the exam in time. Another thing that happened for the decrease in participation was the date announcement. The date was just the starting of this week. So many who wanted to attended had to try for tickets and couldn't. I think the Alumni Committee didn't work efficiently this time. I often missed that campus which I had spent day and night for about 7 years. But whenever I try to attend the Alumni day function, somehow I will get engaged in some sort of business. This is the 4^th alumni day after I became an Alumni. I couldn’t even attend a single of it. Sreehari who is still a resident in the campus, since he is the son of a staff, calls me on every Alumni Day. I will miss everything when he speaks about those who had attended and about the reaction of teachers. Then I will pledge myself to make for the next time. Then someone will share the pictures of the function on net. Seeing this again I will get a sad feeling to have missed those moments.

This time too I am not different I will try my best to attend the next Alumni. I will make maximum of my friends participate it.

Yoga classes

2008-12-12T15:47:00.006+05:30

'Ohm Sahana Bhavadhu
Sahanav Gunathu
Sahaveeryam Karavavahai
Thejasvina vatheethamasthu
Ma vidhwishavahai
Ohm Santi Santi Santi...'

I couldn't sleep without hearing this sweet song at least once in a week. Mostly I hear it in female voice. The song sang along with the humming will give concentration. But the problem with the song was that I could hear it only at 5:30 am. This was a part of my school schedule. We had Yoga classes once in a week. We were supposed to be at the hall by 5:30 am on that particular day.

When I was in my school life I really hated Yoga classes. The main problem with it was the time. I always thought that we were the only people awake at that time. We were instructed by our sports teacher Mr. Prasad. He would be replaced by some senior students most of the days. But his presence was unpredictable. So we had to be on time and do the exercises properly and be silent. He was really strict in these things that the punishment would be severe. Once while we were having the session after making sure that sir was not present some of us started to relax and a few even got a nice sleep. Some were performing but not in full concentration. Suddenly we heard murmuring and a silence. I understood sir was there. My eyes searched for him while I tried to join the team. There were some of us having deep sleep. But it was too late for us. Sir was peeping through the windows. I don't know how long was he there. He entered the hall. For a few seconds he didn't speak. With an angry face he shouted. ' Fast. 10 rounds. Only boys'. We fled in to the ground and started the punishment rounds.

After being out of the school I understand the value of those classes. Now people learn Yoga spending much money. I often try to practise the old lessons and also tried to share them with my new friends.
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My software experiences

2008-12-10T02:17:00.004+05:30

My mobile was ringing intentionally to disturb my sleep. I checked my watch to know the time. 4:15pm. Murmuring and blaming the person who disturbed my sleep, I attended the call. It was Anoob. ' Where are you? Come fast '. I didn't had the idea what he was saying. So I asked him. ' Where are we going ?' He replied angrily 'Its too late. CPP tuition.' and disconnected. I checked my watch once again. As the last session in college was free I had slipped in to a sleep which made me even forget about the class. I rushed giving a sudden make up.

When I had to learn C++ in the third semester of my B.Tech career I was really dedicated to it. I joined a tuition and tried my maximum to attend the classes. But I couldn't complete the course and thus I made it a back paper. When I made a second attempt to get that paper, once more the same interest in softwares came to my mind. I cleared the paper and also started a basic session of html and java. That too ended in 2 days. After few months I started again with Visual Basic. I was inspired when my room mate had kept a personal copy of one of the VB text books with him. VB ended in 2 weeks. By the time I also tried Flash. Once when I saw some edited images on our LAN, I worked on Photoshop. I can proudly say that it was the thing i spent the time most. I worked more than 2 months on it. May be because it deals with art, I got an extra craze in it. Now I am trying to have a start in PHP. My friend sadiq has got some basic ideas in it. I think I will stick on t this for a much better time.

Deciding the Path.

2008-12-09T21:21:00.010+05:30

'You must stand in a line according to the order of your rank.' A fat young man with a specs started giving instructions. He wore specs but never looked through it. It laid at the edge of his nose. We were waiting for the Kerala Entrance counseling. The allotment was in the basis of rank. The counseling was a really another entrance test. We had to wait for a long time to have our turn. The man continued with his instructions and at last we were in. Clearing the formalities on the certificates we were said to sit according to rank. I knew only Ajesh who sat two rows in front of me. I had done the entrance coaching with him. Suddenly we were instructed to mark the required choices on the form provided. A blue screen was in front of us which updated the seat availability. I was a bit confused although I had well prepared about choosing the college and course. For confirmation I peeped in to the form of the guy who sat next to me. He had easily marked three options and sat highly relaxed. But what I thought was contradictory with him. So I checked his name. Rizwan. So he will be supposed to choose what I have chosen, since we are both of Muslim Reservation and he is just a rank behind me. Seeing me peeping he said. ' Hi, I am Rizwan'. Giving him a hand. I introduced myself. He was handsome lean wearing a white shirt with red lines on it. Now we started discussing about the rank and the availability.

We were just minutes away from the allotment. There was only 6 Muslim reservation seats for our first preference. We were really anxious about the status. We enquired about it with the persons who had finished allotment. When my turn came I heard there were three seats more. At a time 5 persons are taking their options. I was really tensed about getting the seat. But as I sat in front of the computer, the man assisting me said there are two more seats. I didn't choose my option instead turned back and gave Rizwan a positive sign for his relaxation.

On the way back home we congratulated each other, and left saying that ' we will meet again from the college'.
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Protest

2008-12-08T21:24:00.007+05:30

“Sarfaroshi Ki Thamanna Ab Hamare Dil Me Hai

Dehkna Hai Zor Kithna Baajuen Qaatil Me Hai



Sarfaroshi Ki Thamanna Ab Hamare Dil Me Hai

Dehkna Hai Zor Kithna Baajuen Qaatil Me Hai

Dekh Sakta Hai To Bhi Dekh Le Aye Aasmaan

Hausla Yeh Dekh Ke Qaatil Badi Mushkil Mein”

Siddharth who was Characterised as Bhagath Singh, refused food and started to circle around in the jail with his colleagues. They were singing and making clamorous sounds with the plates right in front of the jail authorities. I was watching the Hindi Movie ‘Rang de Basanthi’. Suddenly I remembered a similar incident that happened in my life.

I was in 10^th standard. The incident happened on the basis of a fight between Out of state students and some Kerala students. Our school had the process of migration between schools and there were students from Allahabad. They often had problems to cop up with the natives, and this leads to fights. As usual the fight happened and some of the 12^th class students were involved in it. The authorities got the information and they were about to take action. We understood that the authorities will take action against the natives since their parents were called.

We were having a discussion about thus incident in room. Somebody remarked that it was time for dinner. We took plates and walked to Mess Hall continuing the same discussion. There was a big crowd in front of the Hall. Firstly I thought it was a big queue. As we approached, we found that they weren’t waiting for the food. It was a strike and they have avoided food. It was the for the first time students turning against authorities, and thus we were curious to know what will happen next. I also joined the crowd. There were mainly 3 accused from the natives. One among them was my cousin, Shanooj.

There weren’t any leaders among the crowd. No one uttered a word and stood in front of the hall. Some teachers went that way staring at us. After an hour we marched to the academic building. We were about 80 in numbers. We knew that parents had arrived at principal’s office. Right under the statue we seated on the road. The road was wet after the rain in the evening. Some teachers were standing and murmuring. A street light was right above the place we sat. I saw many hiding their faces from light afraid of getting noted by the teachers. We knew there would be serious consequences. The authorities will punish us severely for this reaction. After sometime as a representative from us, Sujith the school captain went to meet the principal.

Sujith is not back. We couldn’t decide what to do. Suresh, our maths teacher came to us. His eyes were red. Hands were restless, and walked like a beast that was about to tear its prey. After silence for a few minutes staring at us he said. ‘ Today you have made a scar on my heart’. He kept his right hand on his chest while walking back.

After sometime Sujith arrived. We were eagerly waiting to hear from him. He started with a long pause like he was preparing for his speech. He said about the incident that authorities had visualised. He added that the were not going to take any action against the students, and that the parents were called for safety of students. We were happy on his words. There was a loud noise of happiness as we left for hostel.

But the next day the teachers changed their attitude. They informed us that the students were under suspension and if someone tries to act smart the suspension period will increase. Now we were wordless. The suspension lasted for 2 weeks. After that the harassing of the teachers doubled. We were tortured for each and every misbehavior. There wasn’t an option to react since we were just a gang of 15 year old kids.

God's hand

2008-12-07T06:58:00.002+05:30

Can GOD have birth?
October 30,1960. A god was born on this date. Diego Armando Maradona.
A player who was the only force for a team to be on the winning side. When he joined the national team itself he realized that the country strongly depended on him. But to prove these feelings he had to go through one of the worst shocks: not taking part in World Cup ‘78, that on top was going to take place in Argentina. He cried with no consolation, as if someone had died. He then promised his parents, his girlfriend and friends that he would win every single trophy in the world and would bring them home.

Last day Maradona was here in India. He proved himself as the god by making a crowd of lakhs on Kolkata. People still believe this man as a mystery, as a god, not only in Argentina but in the whole world. He had his own problems and it has ruined his life at some stages. The drug addiction, the uncontrollable anger and more. But at Kolkata he was really different, after taking charge of the Coach of Argentina Football team, and successfully starting the charge. He was very much recovered from his illness, and was relaxed that he danced on the stage. His temper was quite controlled and it showed when the fans tried to touch him. When people said about the goal he scored against England as God's hand, they really meant it.
Can this God make Argentina repeat the 1986?
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An act of Culture

2008-12-06T19:06:00.004+05:30

DEC 6, 1992

The date made its sixteenth anniversary, but the importance of this day is much a part of Indian culture. This was the day when Babri Masjid, a mosque built in the 16th century was destroyed by fundamentalists. I still have some fading memories of the day. I was only 6 and a half years old then. Muslim blood was injected in me, and so I was really thinking like my parents did. I saw the pictures. I was continuously thinking why this act had taken place. I remember many in my locality who had kept red face for it. They were seeing the demolishing of the monument right in front of their face by thousands.

I often thought about the involvement of Politics and Religion in personal life. I think Babri Masjid is the best example for it. This incident will be remembered in Indian history. However stupid it may be, the Babri problem will remain a central issue of Indian politics for a long, long time.

Let everything stop by this. Try our best to make these people think in the way of Humanity. Never make another incident like this happen.
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WHAT NEXT?

2008-11-30T11:04:00.012+05:30

I couldn't stop myself from posting these pictures. I didn't meant to hurt personal feelings of anyone in these pictures. I am sure these pictures won't need more details.

Courtesy : telegraph.co.uk

Now its Mumbai. What Next???

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Weigh what you Read

2008-11-23T18:45:00.002+05:30

The game was in good progress. We had started to create a formation for making the goal. Each player had started to mark a player at the opponent and it made the game more interesting. It was just a 12 year herd playing a time pass football match. The ground was really tough for us to cop up with, the contour was fluctuating for the full length. The match was interrupted suddenly and I saw Arif and Ajith flooding to the right corner of the ground. I shouted at them and asked to get back in to the match. We got hardly an hour a day for games in the busy schedule of Navodaya,my school. I understood they were running a bit seriously, and i joined them. I saw someone sitting on the steps laying the head on to the lap. Afsal was standing right next to him. He was consoling him. As I advanced to the spot I could identify that it was Sadique and found he was crying. A millions of conclusions came to my mind. May be he might not be well, or he might had heard a bad news from his parents, even it could be a love failure. And for clearing the anxiety of the gathered audience Afsal said. ' The library madam didn't allow him to take book from the library.' I waited for a second pretending to hear more. Then I understood, that was the thing. I wondered why he had to weep for not been provided with a book. Sadique sat up. His face was red as if he was going to fight someone. His hands were restless, sometimes hitting on the wall, wiping the tears that streamed on the cheek, and squeezing the fist. We were in a total confusion on what words to console him with. For rest of us it wasn't a thing to act so. sadique was really different from us. He used to spend most of his free time on books. He took a book each day from the library and would return the next day itself finishing the whole hundred pages or more. It happened that the Librarian was somehow angry with him, and refused to lend him a book on that day. I only felt sadique to be crazy for the reading thing. As a type of imitation i had also tried to make a habit of reading some books. But I was never good at reading that I could use them as sleeping pills.

It was raining quite unexpectedly, and it stayed more than 2 hours. Its hard to get a rain in the middle of summer. The air was fragrant after getting the rain. The road became darker and clean and the breeze was cool enough to withstand the hot summer. I was walking on the busy roads of Calicut city. The road was deserted a few minutes ago. No one cares about keeping an umberla these days. I reached the road near the stadium. There were many street shops near by. I found a man with many wall papers. For a few seconds my eyes had a look at those scenarios and great personalities on wallpapers, without any intention of buying it. Right next to them I found a board Rs.10. I thought they are for the wall papers. But for my amazement I found a heap of English novels under the board. I couldn't wait long. I started to search among the books. My hands were too fast on the books. They were all books from English authors. They all costs more than 10 US dollars, and here they worth just 10 rupees. But there weren't books from famous authors. May be all might have sold out. Still I could find some authors that sounded familiar to me. As I was in a hurry I took 5 among those and left. I was much happy and that surprise wasn't out of my face. Walking more, I found more of them. There were 3 more such shops. I understood this is a common thing here. I also found a shop where there was selling and buying. But I smiled really when I found a shop with a board. ' I kilo of books for just Rs.50 '.

I was smiling and thinking about it as I walked to the bus stop. Later I read those books one by one and found very interesting. I never felt like It was a loss. These books were worth much more, which even those shop keepers may be unaware of. If these authors are seeing this incident I am sure they would stop writing.

Passanger Train...

2008-11-20T13:46:00.006+05:30

Next train is at 2:40 pm. The man at the enquiry counter said. I looked at my watch. Another two hours more. Imperceptibly he added. There is a passenger train at 1:15 pm from the second platform. I was relieved hearing him, and I went back to the waiting room to join Alex. We shifted to 2nd platform taking our belongings with us.United Kingdom Escorts Directory

We were on our way back to college after attending a marriage at Kottayam. The train came within 10 minutes and we got a seat next to the window. There was no rush in the compartment. Alex was a bit tired and he climbed on to the berth to get some sleep. I sat lonely watching the passengers at the platform. Actually I my eyes searching for some college beauties. The platform was really busy although the it was the peek of the noon. A cool breeze came seldom to get rid of the hot climate. I was sleepy and so I was resting my head on to the window frame.

I don't remember when I fell in to the sleep. I looked at my watch to check the time. I have slept for almost an hour. A nice girl was sitting right in front of me. She was in a black jeans and a white frock with black linings on it. There was a purple watch on her wrist. She had her hair bobbed nicely and her eye brows were dark, which made a sudden notice of them. I almost lost my sleep after seeing her right in front of me. Suddenly I noticed a lady sitting right next to her. Later I could conclude that it was her mother and I stopped staring at that girl. My eyes went back to the window and the beauty of nature. The train was too slow. It stopped at every station. It would take more than 6 more hours if it goes like this. I felt like it was trying to show us how many stations are there between Trivandrum and Kottayam. I blamed myself for choosing the passenger train.

I was really bored. Alex was fast asleep. He is lucky. At least he got a good sleep. I took out the packet from his bag. I spend my time munching the snacks. After sometime 2 guys came and sat next to me. They were both about 35 years old. They may be going home after work. They kept chatting there. They made the compartment active breaking a big silence. After sometime the lady also joined them and the sound became higher. I took one or two glances at the girl, she was not even listening to their conversation. She was on a book. After scrutinizing I found it was one of the Agatha Christie crime novels. She was really concentrated on it. May be she was in some climactic of the book. After a few minutes, she created a smile on her face with some anxiety too. She started to look at all the faces around. It took her a few seconds to come back from the book.

The guys were too crazy that they made fun of all even that girl. Alex came down and sat with me after a long sleep. He might have woken up from the chattering sounds. The lady also started talking to us. From her we gathered to know that they were going to see her son studying in some engineering college. They were really from north east. But the lady who had a kerala family background couldn't find it difficult to talk in malayalam.

We reached Trivandrum only at 8 pm. It took almost 7 hours of journey. Blaming the train we started looking for the bus.
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A Day on CAT

2008-11-17T23:48:00.004+05:30

Mother interrupted my dream early in the morning. She told me "its 5:30". I checked my mobile to confirm that she was not lying. Unwillingly I rose from my bed. I brushed leaning to the wall. Thinking about bathing was more worse. Mother had reminded me that water was too cool. Somehow I adjusted with that water. lost the sleepy face only after the bath. I was too tired and wanted to sleep a bit longer after watching Chelsea's victory late up to 12:30. By the time I finished my shower mother had my breakfast ready. I felt sad for my mother for making her wake up so early and making my breakfast. She always had a hard life, waking up early and when the breakfast work was over she had to run for work and after the tiresome classes again back to the household works. Whenever I was at home I have only seen her resting on Sundays and other holidays. And when she had to face some minor health probems she might have suffered worse on working so hard for us. May be this is the case for all mothers.

I finished my breakfast in a rush keeping an eye on the clock. As I washed my hands mother gave my bag and she was making sure I had taken everything with me. I bidded a fast bye after hearing some advises from her. As I passed the gate, I turned back to see her face again and I was sure she will give a smile on her affectionate face with a sign of blessing. I reached the bus stop in few seconds. I gazed at my watch once more. Its time for my bus, and there it was just a few hundred meters away. I managed to get a seat on the side of the window. I was on my way to Calicut. I had to write the exam CAT. It took me 2 and a half hours for me to reach the centre.

Upas, my collegemate was having the same examination centre. As he was a native of the place he could take me to the centre easily. The gate was covered by the candidates like bees at the hive. I could find a couple of familiar faces in the crowd. After completing the initial tasks of the examination procedure we had 2 and a half hours left for 90 questions. As it was my first attempt on this exam I could only manage to reach upto 20 questions. But I was confident that I can write it well if I try it a second time. After some discussions we left the scene by an auto. Many of my friends called asking about the exam. I wish I had attended more, at least to impress them. We left to college at night after roaming in the city for a few hours.

Half Century!!!

2008-11-14T03:06:00.005+05:30

This comes to be my 50th post in my blog. I am a user since 11 months. I was really interested in it when I started and created the account. Like everyone else my interest faded and I almost quitted for 5 months. Now back on the field consistenty with more and more incidents to be delivered as post.

Many have inspired me. I would like to thank Sadique who had helped me deliberately at different stages. I am really thankful to the comments and suggestions. I could improve my language a little bit. I am happy whenever I see that someone has visited my homepage. Everything I had posted till date are incidents which had happened in my life. By any means I didn't wanted to hurt feelings of anyone in my blog.

Again thanking many friends who were unintentionally a part of the growth of my inspirations.
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Classmates' Forum

2008-11-14T02:24:00.004+05:30

Orkut has made an oppurtunity for the friends to meet. We can find friends from our past, whom we thought we will never meet. Al though the distances seperate we can meet and chat through the net. When the community JNVM 10th Batch 'Classmates' started I thought it will be like a normal orkut community with just the name. But as the members increased, discussions also started and thus it showed the momentum. The community became active and it happened that there were frequent posts in it. Al most all the members joined.

The discussions include the nostalgic moments, some valuations about the teachers, and as usual an attendance thread. At least people tried to make a scribb on the attendance whenever they are online. Many unrevealed secrets where unwrapped in the community. Somehow its much better than other short membered communities. There are different discussions according taste of each member. Sports, politics, movies and more. There will be quite open discussions and no one get hesitated in hearing his or her faults. Many had realized their image after being in the community. Now it comprises of 42 members, with more than 10 members actively participating in discussions. By all means the community has changed itself to be a virtual meeting place.

Captain's Game

2008-11-12T01:03:00.002+05:30

Nikhil's smash fled in over the net. Shyam who was the setter tried for the block. But the ball was too fast that it deflected from his hand. Shamil played the first ball for praveesh to set. Shyam had the smash then. It was so perfectly timed that it landed in the first court itself. Long whistle blew announcing that Udaigiri was the champions of volleyball tournament. The cheers and blessings came next. We had a great night that day discussing about the match.

The certificates were issued two days later. Mine was right on top of the bundle, with a note of captain. I was totally amazed seeing that certificate. I didn't even play a single match. What happened was that some one had given my name to the list including the substitution. So I got a certificate and since randomly mine got on top I was assigned the captain. Although I didn't deserve that prize, I boasted about the same with my friends. Still I have that captaincy certificate among my school records.

Green Campus

2008-11-11T02:15:00.007+05:30

As I stepped on to the campus one of the things that struck my eyes were the vegetation near the roads. Campus named itself as the 'Pancharakadu'. But these trees are a relevant part of the beauty of the campus. Like the poets say these trees might have many stories to share with. They might have been a eye witness of many milestones of the college. It is really relaxing to sit under these trees.The floor is so comfortable to sit that the fallen leaves has heaped to cushion bed. The breeze and the rustling sound of the leaves make the comfort even better. That may be the prime reason for which couples enjoy their free time under these trees and it got the so called name. Another important information I could gather was that it is a high speed Wifi zone. Moreover the Ladies Hostel is just beside this area. So the evenings are often busy with birds.

But the college is not taking much care of this green beauty. Many trees have fallen in the recent past. One side of it has turned to be a waste bin. Some construction works have started to turn a part of it in to bike stand. Many trees were brought down in the entrance of the campus explaining it to be a part of developing the campus. Lets hope best for the longliveness of these trees.
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Beyond Physics

2008-11-09T09:49:00.003+05:30

Friend, advisor, guardian, and primarily a Physics Teacher. That is how my favourite teacher can be defined. I said he is not just a teacher, since he was different from other faculty members in that institution. In a boarding school like Navodaya were life was like a hell with boundaries K R Prasad whom we call Dinkan was a source of light.

As a teacher he had the best dedication I could ever see. He would take his classes perfectly and would provide notes in his own writings to everyone. He would take the xerox of it and then distribute among us. He was a person whom we could approach at any time saying anything in personal. He was too close to us that he knew everything going on in that campus. I am sure these were the reasons that made one of my friends express his first love in front of him.

He scolded us if we went wrong. Guided us when we felt weak. Inspired us by being different. When my academic career gets to an end I will find his name on the top among my teachers.

Monday fever

2008-11-09T05:14:00.004+05:30

One of the worst thing that most of the students hate will be the monday mornings. After the weekend holidays the classes will start again. Mother will disturb the morning dream. The water would be colder than ever.

It was not different with me too. In navodayan life it was really critical. The schedule started with a Physical Training at 5:30 am. In most of the mondays I would try to hide myself under my bedsheet. When my friends try to wake me up, I would make them convince that I am sick. It worked at some priliminary stages, and later they never left me on bed. When we reach the training many of us will be late, and the punishment will be the next burden.

Still I think I suffer a bit of that monday fever.
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Senior Friends

2008-11-06T07:58:00.000+05:30

After the roll call I was back under the statue. It was like a daily routine that I sat under it with two of my seniors Riyadh and Anoop. We would sit there spending some time chatting. There will be different topics everyday. It can be a movie, the classes, or a person we may be discussing upon. Those meetings even revealed many affairs of different students staying along with us. Riyadh and Anoop also had affairs and they shared it with me.

On the previous day of their final exam we have had the same meeting. But it was tough to have that time. I could see tears in their eyes. I could realize the pain of seperation. After my schooling I often called them since I felt they were like my batchmates. They were some of the seniors who had lead me at some stages of my life and though I pay my gratitude.

Sound of Campus

2008-11-02T07:48:00.000+05:30

After a long break college was back with programs. When permission to conduct Sargam was granted it was a bunch a bunch of students who took the responsibility of a program which they have never seen. It was their hard work that made a 2 day cultural extravaganza on the campus.

The college was gloomy when there were no programs. Sargam gave a nice break for the college routine. There was real variety of programs with much quality. Some showed talents but the lack of preparation was visible. The demo items also got enough appreciation from the audience. I not here to evaluate the programs, the panel of judges had done that work perfectly.

For the first year students it was their first program on college. They didn't waste their chance of participation. The voices of hail were though dull. When the events concluded the authorities expressed their gratitude towards the success of the program. Furthermore principal finished her words with the assurance of more programs on the campus.

Unbeaten 86

2008-10-30T19:04:00.004+05:30

October 26. Many say it is a black day for Chelsea FC.

After 90 minutes of struggle, the team lost 1-0 at home. It had been 164 weeks, 1146 days, 4 years and 8 months since we lost a match at home. And when this record ended there were tears, there had to be. After all, no club in the world can boast of having not lost at home in 4 and half years.

But was it so bad to have this record? Hurling abuses at the manager, calling our players no good. Is this what they deserve after having worked their socks off to defend this record?

I don't think so. They are winners, they don't deserve to be jeered and booed after going 86 matches unbeaten at home in the League, at least not by their own fans.

Many hearts might have broken, but when you look at the positive side you know there's only good things to come. We don't have to play with an extra load of defending our turf when we play at home the next time. We'll play the beautiful game, simply beautifully.
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Favourite Song!!!

2008-10-28T11:51:00.007+05:30

When You Say Nothing At All....

It's amazing
How you can speak
Right to my heart
Without saying a word,
You can light up the dark
Try as I may
I could never explain
What I hear when
You don't say a thing

The smile on your face
Lets me know
That you need me
There's a truth
In your eyes
Saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says
You'll catch me
Wherever I fall
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all

All day long
I can hear people
Talking out loud
But when you hold me near
You drown out the crowd
Try as they may
They can never define
What's been said
Between your
Heart and mine

Ronan Keating
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Election Dayz...

2008-10-21T00:50:00.004+05:30

14 days...14 candidates...3000 students...These were the numbers of target.
The days of election was one of the most memorable incidents of life. After the date of election was declared we had 14 days for campaigning 3000 students in a 14 member SFI panel. On campaigning we had to showcase the 14 and to prove their qualifications.

I was in first year at that time. So most of the work was meant for us. We worked day and night sticking posters, banners and writings. The main problem arose when the opposition was trying to irritate us by spreading bad roumers about the party. Then we had to go for the contradictions and thus show the strength.

It was a period of struggle and our efforts were well answered. I can't erase the memory of that election and its struggle.

A must watch movie...

2008-10-17T00:54:00.004+05:30

'Which movie?' Lijin asked. After clicking pause I responded in excitement 'Notting Hill. So far good.' He joined me with the movie. After the movie ended we started to discuss about it. I was sure it was the best I have ever seen. We suggested all our friends to see it.

It was quite randomly I played that movie on my PC. It gave a very different approach of life. The dialogues at each instances were praise-worthy. Each character was presented interestingly with a unique importance.

I must say that it is a must-see movie and my favourite

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Happy Onam!

2008-10-07T00:48:00.000+05:30

I was frequently gazing at my watch while I was writing my last exam before Onam holidays. I was in a hurry and much excited that I couldn't write the exam well. I saw my friends leaving the hall. Sajesh who was sitting right in front of me also finished. Now I was in a hurry and I didn't even write the last answer properly. Anjana who was the class leader then was collecting the answer sheets and she was staying back till all left the hall. Sajesh kept his paper in the bundle and then turned to Anjana and said 'Happy Onam'. She smiled as he left the hall. Next was my chance and I also repeated the same and got the same complement as that of Sajesh.

When I left the hall I understood what I had done. Sajesh bidded her since he had a slight complexion for her. He wanted to express it by bidding her. so my bidding would have made his words insignificant. I was very sorry for him. When I met him from the hostel, he was angry and he didn't knew what to do. Shamil heard the whole story and made Sajesh feel that it was just a time pass and smoothened the scene.

I don't know how Sajesh would be reacting now on that incident.

Pages from the past..

2008-10-01T00:31:00.000+05:30

How can I know each and every incident in my life. I was quite concerned about it when I was at school. So I started writing diary. For the first week I wrote pages about different incidents. I even wrote the menu of my food. Later I found that it was difficult to maintain like that. So I did shorten it with only important incidents. That too diminished and the writing became monthly including the series of incidents. At last I quitted almost fully by the end of my schooling. When I went through the pages of it, I was nostalgic. I knew I couldn't continue writing pages. In this blog I can post my life and I can read so that I can remind my past.

Meeting Sreenath...

2008-05-25T00:07:00.003+05:30

Sreenath had called me the previous night. I was very eager to meet him. But I was really in confusion. How can I identify him? I am meeting him for the first time.

Sreehari was the link between me and Sreenath. They were both in the same college. Sreehari often told me about Sreenath and thus I happened to know more about him. Later I started to call him, and thus we became good friends. But we didn't get a chance to meet each other. Sreehari told me that there was a cultural event named Diksha being organized in their campus. I felt it was the chance to meet Sreenath.

I reached the college by 10:30 in the morning. Sreehari was waiting for me in the bus stop. We went together to the stage. Among the faces gathered around the stage I was helpless to find Sreenath among them. Suddenly someone hit my back and asked me. 'Shafeeq! when did you arrive?' I replied. 'Sreenath??' After seeing him nod I added. 'Just now!' I was actually making a complete look at him at that time. He was a bit modern in his dressings, and was a little short which came to be opposite in my mind. But as I talked to him, he was really what I was expecting. He was really cooperative. He spent a lot of time with me talking and introducing some new friends. Any way it was a very rare experience of meeting someone like this.

The Newspaper Boy !

2008-05-20T02:14:00.006+05:30

Perinthalmanna Town is a highly competitive place for the small scale sellers. There would be different kinds of goods with them. They make a big effort for convincing the quality of their product. It was really annoying for me hearing their noise and I never minded these people. But gradually one of them took a position in my mind. It was the newspaper boy who sold evening newspaper.

The boy has a very peculiar voice. His sound makes him noticed. He shouts so loud that everyone can perfectly hear what he is saying. He seemed to be well built up for that particular job.

The most strange thing about the boy is the way he sells the paper. He shouts the main news in the news paper. The way he express and the points he stress. People get easily attracted by his words and will be in a hurry to read the rest news. But when we read the news it finds to be a normal news. Anyway he knows the importance of that news.
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Sorry Partner...

2008-05-01T17:24:00.002+05:30

Sunday is a relaxation in the Navodayan Schedule. We will be happy to get a holiday and there will be a movie in the evening. Anoop and I had the tea and was about to go to the auditorium for the movie. Bijesh, my cot mate was outside the canteen. Anoop and Bijesh were in the same batch and I was two years junior to them. But we never showed it outside. We were together always and I was like a member of their age. It was the privilege I got just because of my cousin, Shanooj who was in their batch.

When Anoop said about going for the movie, Bijesh asked which was the movie. Soon I answered 'Bichoo'. Bijesh struck hard on my shoulder with his hand hearing my words. It was really painful. Without a word he left. First I didn't understand why he hit me. But I remembered soon that it was his nick name, and he didn't like him to be called so. I didn't knew what to do. He was really angry. Anoop told me that he will be alright soon. When I returned back to hostel I tried to smile when I saw Bijesh. But he didn't mind me.

I used to proudly speak to my batchmates that we were really good friends and that no one can make a better friendship than ours. I don't know in what situation Bijesh was at that instant. Days passed by. I believed that he will forgive me. But there was no response even at the time of their farewell from school. May be he is the only person in this world whose friendship I lost. I tried to contact him. But I couldn't reach him.

Any way Bijesh, I am really sorry for everything. Please forgive me. On that day the movie was really ' Bichoo'.

" TOGETHER WE COME TOGETHER WE GO "

2008-04-10T00:50:00.006+05:30

Praveesh and Afsal were sitting under the statue. Afsal who always kept a smiling face didn't make that usual smile seeing me. We were not able to speak about the exam which we had wrote in the morning. It was our last day in School. Vehicles were passing by. All were in a rush. I felt like reducing the speed of life. I asked Afsal. ' Did you see Subith sir ? '. He nodded saying No. Sreehari was near the garden. I went to him. We sat on the step nearby. We didn't spoke a word. Memories were running in my mind. Those good days. I couldn't believe its the last few seconds on the campus.

A farewell party was given two days before. It is a custom that the 11th standard students should give the farewell party to the 12th batch. We also did the same the previous year. The party was arranged in the school Auditorium.

The hall was well decorated with lights and balloons. On the Stage wall there was a thermocol writing ' TOGETHER WE COME TOGETHER WE GO '. There were chairs and tables arranged circular with a speech stand at the centre. The program started at 6:30 pm. There were teachers, 11th batch and our batch seated. The teachers spoke their experiences about our batch. Hearing their words I felt like they were confessing for their beatings, and scoldings. They seemed to miss our batch a lot. Especially K.R. Prasad, Sujatha Ma'm expressed their words of memories.

On students turn Shamil, Sadik and Arif spoke from our side. Hearing Sadik's stunning speech about his past life everyone kept their mouth wide open. Shamil started from the day we took our first step in to the campus. He made smile on the face of the audience through the incidents he brought out. Arif who was the school leader started with toughness, but couldn't end it the same way. He was almost stammering and searching for words to end it.

Our junior batch also expressed their words. Ganesh sir made the evening cheerful with a nice song dedicated to us. After bundling up the speeches there was the buffet with delicious dishes. Camera flashes were blinking to keep the moments. The buffet ended up with ice creams. We shared our ice creams with all, including teachers. The next program was for tears. It was the candle lighting. We 34 in our batch held candles and stood in a row. Principal lighted the candle from the Lighting lamp. Principal lighted Arif's candle and made the start. Then one by one started lighting their candles from that light. The teachers were also holding candles. They also lighted their candles from the same source. Then teachers stood in a row like ours. Now all the lights were turned off. Only there was candle light in the hall. Then our line moved and went to each teacher and touched the lights. When my chance came, I also joined the gang with the lighted candle. On reaching each teacher, they said some good words for my future and touched the lights. On seeing their faces on that candle light I felt like they were bidding me good bye. Slowly the situation was changing. The eyes have started to wet. After completing the lighting from teachers, we lighted candles each other in the similar way. Now the situation was worse. All have started crying. I could see the tears glowing in the light on each faces. I couldn't control the situation, I knew as I was passing by they are saying me 'good bye'. At last all candles were sticked on the floor around the Lighting lamp. Many tears had fell on that floor along with the drops of wax.

' Subith sir is coming '. Sreehari said. We went to him. He was very sad of leaving us.' Have your parents come? '. He asked me. I nodded to say No. We sat there for some more time. We didn't say a word. Just kept our eyes on the road to see our batchmates leaving. One by one each were leaving. Suddenly I heard a well distinguishable sound of horn. It was my father. I started to curse the time that has brought him here. He could have come a little later. Seeing my formalities father said. ' Take your time '. I was satisfied. I spent another hour with Sreehari before saying good bye to that 18 acres where I was for the past 7 years.

The car moved slowly. I turned back to have a gaze again. As my view was fading I was weeping. Waving my hands I passed the gate.
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The true colour!

2008-04-09T01:22:00.003+05:30

Assignments were the biggest burden of our Navodayan vacations. Some assignments were boring and we often did in a rush. The assignments included written works, charts, presentations etc. Often my father helped me to do most of the works.

Once I had to present charts on different political leaders. I had to choose two. One was Sir Syed Ahmed Khan and the other was Shri. Atal Bihari Vajpayee. While preparing for Ahmed Khan, my father helped me by collecting many pictures and important references. So the work became simpler and I could complete that chart with a professional touch. It had 4 pictures of the great historian and also was made colorful with borders and words. I was sure the 60% of its credit was for my father.

The next day I started with Vajpayee, Prime Minister at that time. I took the chart expecting my father's help. I went to him and said about the chart. Enquiring about the person, he started to come with me. But as I said Vajpayee, he took a pause and said. ' Better you do yourself, its a simple work '. I was disappointed. Anyway I did it alone. But I didn't feel it to be much satisfactory. Why didn't my father help me? I couldn't find an answer.

Now I know why. My father who is a strong supporter of Muslim League, may not have found interest in doing work for Vajpayee. May be I am making a big guess. May not be true. But I am sure there was something that kept him away from the work.
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A Lovely Friend...

2008-04-09T01:00:00.004+05:30

Rahul stepped with his right foot as he passed the college gate. That was the first day of Rahul's college life. All new faces. He didn't knew anyone in his class except Priya, who was also his classmate in school. And so they talked each other before they made a friendship with others. They became very close friends. They spent free time chatting, watching movies and they became always together.

When they reached second year, they made more friends. Rahul made some good friends in hostel. Sandeep and Manoj were some of them. And as days passed by that friendship progressed adding Sandhya from Priya's side. Actualy Sandhya was Sandeep's girlfriend. But they spent more time with the gang different to a usual love affair.

Manoj was a good singer. He always sang of an imaginary girl. He often complained that although he was good looking no girl would turn to him. Once Sandeep said Rahul to propose Priya, so that he can keep her always with him. It was from hostel and Rahul said not to say it again since they were best friends. They didn't bring it in the gang too. Since Priya was very serious Rahul knew well that she would not agree it.

But Rahul couldn't forget Sandeep's words. He started to visualize Priya in that stand. But couldn't say it to anyone. Their college days passed with a lot of enjoyments in between. Manoj couldn't find his dream girl and Rahul didn't present his love.. And it was their final year. Only just days to be counted. By the time Rahul had built strong love for Priya in his mind. At last he said it to Manoj and explained how strong it was. They planned to say it to her as a surprise and waited for a good occasion.

Priya came very excited on that day. She came to Rahul and said him to do one help. He was anxious to hear from her. Then she said. I want to be Manoj's dream girl. Rahul heard it shocked. She added that she had well thought of it and wanted him to help it workout. Priya loved Manoj so much. Her words were too bold. She was waiting for a long time for Manoj to think like that. At last she said. ' Rahul you are my best friend and I have no one else to ask for help '.

Rahul's eyes were wet. He didn't know why he was crying. Where they the tears of sorrow or jealousy. He was walking lonely to the hostel. He went to the roof of hostel and spent a lot of time thinking. Priya is my best friend. I should never forget it. She loves Manoj very much. Its me whom she had approached first to express her feelings. So I should never cheat her. Let it be all normal. I would make her dream come true.

Rahul pretended to make things normal in front of Sandeep. Whenever Sandeep tried to bring that topic Rahul changed it. Rahul also started to create Priya as Sandeep's dream girl.Soon Rahul said Manoj that Priya loves him. He saw Manoj enjoying those moments with a mind of a responsible friend. Sandeep was doubtful and asked Rahul. Rahul unwillingly said what had happened. He also said what his decision was. Sandeep didn't support it. He tried to make the situation worse. But Rahul strongly stopped him and told he was ready to accept the fate.

The college life came to an end. Priya's parents were eager to arrange her marriage soon. Priya had introduced Manoj to them and had fixed everything. After two years out from college it was their marriage day. Rahul told Sandeep that he won't come. But he dragged him to the function. Rahul was not ready to see his first lover getting engaged. There were many on the function with the old gangsters. Rahul, Priya, Manoj, Sandeep and Sandhya were again together and refreshing their memories. Priya was very excited. She said .' Thanks Rahul!'. Rahul was surprised and asked why. She held close to her and added. ' For making this day come true! '. Rahul just nodded his head with a smile. Suddenly Priya asked Rahul.' Have you ever loved someone? '. Rahul was shocked and gazed at Sandeep. He seemed to be helpless. Rahul looked Priya. Her hands were strongly holding Manoj. ' No!' Rahul responded with a deep silence.' You are my best friend and you know my mind than anyone. '
He smiled at Sandeep and just blinked his eyes.
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Study Leave...!

2008-04-08T00:57:00.007+05:30

It was Monish who planned to rent a room for the study leave. After searching many lodges near by the college, we could find a room vacant in Manasanthi Lodge, Sreekariyam. It was a small room, but we could manage to stay. After paying the advance we left. The next day we shifted our clothes and others items to the lodge. We had a brief plan about the preparation for the exam.

Anoob also joined us. He had actually joined us after 2 days. So we were 3 in a narrow room. We started well laying the books on the table and making a time table and so on. We went to library and collected the references. Thus the study leave started on an entirely different atmosphere from that of hostel. The place was really peaceful. But the fact was that the persons can never change. We couldn't wait much longer. The usual chats started here too. We took a room and were often at the hostel.

After 2 weeks Monish understood the situation. Even if we were in the room we would be simply sit and chat. Monish shifted back to hostel. Now it was up to me and Anoob will be often engaged on the phone. I would go to the cafe near by and browse for hours. Thus one month of study leave came to an end. But there were no studies. We just lost our money and time. Anoob managed to get a girlfriend on that study leave and I could create an orkut account. These were the only things we gained in that period. After the end of that month we shifted.
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Responsible Cousin...

2008-04-07T20:47:00.002+05:30

The only strength when my parents left leaving me on the first day of my Navodaya school life was the presence of my cousin on that campus. I was sure that he would be there to help me at my every needs. He would act like a responsible brother to me. It was the only reason why I chose the same hostel as that of his.

Shanooj was 2 years senior to me. He understood me the rules and regulations in the campus including the way of approach to seniors. I was really happy for having him. He helped me the whole day in arranging the room and my belongings. It was the time I really needed some attention. I felt it as my luck, since my friends were not guided by anyone.

But things started to change day by day. Shanooj came to me for all his needs like money and other basic needs. I couldn't deny him after all he is my cousin. As I was young at that stage I felt very bad of him. I even told my parents about him. But they didn't really take care of it. I felt very sad. I couldn't allow Shanooj to possess my articles. He had already taken away my bucket and had no intention of returning it.

Feeling really bad I complained to my House Master (Warden). Knowing well that it was a quarrel of relatives he called both of us. We were scolded and warned us to solve it ourselves. That night Shanooj returned everything that he had taken from me. But he didn't spoke anything. I understood it was my mistake. I shouldn't have complained for such a silly matter.

What to do I was just 12 year old at that time and I couldn't bear that much of feelings in me. Now I feel guilty about that incident. I am sure Shanooj won't keep that in mind.

Seeking help!!

2008-03-22T04:14:00.001+05:30

As the call for prayer came from the city mosque, Fasla covered her head with the scarf which was misplaced to her shoulder. Seeing this I smiled and asked ' Do you remember Allah only when you hear the call for prayer? ' She smiled and confirmed that the scarf was on her head.

Fasla was sitting diagonally just in front of my seat. We were in the same class for Entrance Coaching at Science Institute, Manjeri. We were 30 students in it with two girls. As Ummer sir's maths class completed it was time for us to leave. I was staying in the Science Institute hostel. Sreehari and I came out of the class. He left home bidding me good bye. No one was in my hostel from my class. So I was about to leave. Suddenly I heard someone calling me. I turned back and saw Fasla with Jisha. Fasla asked ' Are you to hostel ?'. I said Yes. ' Can you do me a favour? '. She said. I said her to speak out. ' Can you give me a company till my hostel? I am afraid to go alone. Daily Jisha accompanies me, but today she wants to go to her cousin '. She added. Fasla was in a Ladies hostel which had a way in front of my hostel. There will be many men on the road which might have scared her. I said her to come with me. I felt proud of that call from her. It was for the first time a girl had asked me a help. When we walked I felt like a brother taking his sister home. We spoke of our personal details and reached my hostel. I left her till the gate of her hostel.

Walking back to the hostel I was very happy. In my life i never thought I would face such a situation. I thought myself to be a tough guy.

A trip to Vazhuvanchal....!!

2008-03-19T01:23:00.002+05:30

It was all of a sudden Alex put forward the idea of going for a trip. The car was already bought for rent. Soon we planned the trip and arranged the money.

We were 13 members with a Santro car and 3 bikes. As it was raining it was quite difficult for the bikers to drive. We started from our hostel by 10 pm in the night planning to stay in a hotel at Vithura. As it was too late it was difficult for us to find the correct route.

By 2 am we reached Vithura and started searching for rooms. It was difficult to find a human being at that time. After a long search we found a man awake in his house and presented our matter. He gave us the location of different hotels in the Town. One by one we started looking for rooms. But all were helpless. Our last hope was Gold Park Residency. We shouted for a long time from outside. We could see vacant rooms there. But no one responded. There was a phone number on their gate. Aseem tried to connect it. After trying twice he got the owner and said the matter. The owner came soon and settled the money after providing the rooms.

We continued the trip by 9:40 am. After having the break fast we went moved to Vazhuvanchola. It was a place in forest near a river. We had walk about 3 kilometers on single side. The river was full of slippery rocks. The water was very cold and it was raining. There were water falls on the way. We enjoyed our time swimming and bathing under the water falls. We climbed upon huge rocks, and created adventures. There were caves and large trees. The forest was full of leeches. They stuck on our legs and sucked our blood. We lost lot of time removing them. After spending there till 5 pm we returned back to the hostel. It was an unforgettable trip in the forest and river.

The man in the Train!!

2008-03-15T02:05:00.003+05:30

The ticket was not confirmed. I went to the TTE and enquired. He took my ticket and checked the new list. ' 62 '. He said even without looking at my face. I was happy to get the berth. Taking my bag I went to my berth.

I was on my way home from my college for my cousin's marriage. As the date was fixed very late, I could book the ticket only a week before the date. It was the train from Trivandrum to Mangalore boarding at 8:40 pm.

I kept my bag on my berth and sat on the lower berth. I looked the time. 8:20 pm. 20 minutes more. I moved to the window to see the platform and the busy people walking on it. Suddenly a man came and kept his bag on the seat. It seemed like his berth. When I just stood he said me smiling to sit there. He was a tall man well built. After keeping his belongings safe he sat near me.

' Where are you going? ' He asked me. ' Shornur '. We had a small conversation then. I said about my college, my school, and about my place. I could learn that he was a Police officer. He was going to Calicut. He said about his profession.

About half an hour after leaving Trivandrum, I slept on my berth. Thinking about different incidents slowly I slipped in to deep sleep.

I woke up from a fruitful dream. i looked at the watch. 6:10 am. I rushed from my bed and looked out of the window to see where the train was. It was leaving Shornur. I was late. I took my bag and was in a hurry to jump out. train had not left the platform, but it is speeding up. I opened the door and prepared myself to jump out. Suddenly someone took hold on my left hand. I turned back and saw the man whom i met last night. ' Don't do foolish '. He said. ' You can board the train in next station, Pattambi and catch a bus '. He added. I understood what I was doing and went back to my seat.

After reaching Pattambi I left thanking him, for his advice.

Movie with an anticlimax!!

2008-03-15T02:03:00.001+05:30

Reservation is over. Rahul told me after disconnecting the call from Hussain. We can sit in the First class. He added smiling.

We were in Trivandrum city for the movie Jodha Akbar. It was little late and we rushed to the theatre from the bus stop. There was a big crowd outside. Anyway we managed to get our tickets and entered. We searched for back seats. But it was filled almost up to 10 rows. Suddenly Rahul pointed me a vacant two seats. We went there. It was the 8th last row. Only after sitting I noticed that a girl was the one sitting next to me. Since she wore a t-shirt and jeans it was difficult to differentiate. Her boy friend was also with her. Rahul looked at me with a naughty smile after seeing that girl. I knew why did he smile.

But I was very disturbed of that. I couldn't place my hand on the hand rest of the chair. I couldn't really see the movie because I felt the girl too had the same feeling. She also didn't place her hand. First I thought how am I going to finish of the 3 and half hour movie. Later I fell in the movie.

After finishing the movie, I felt I had did something wrong since I was a disturbance of the couple.

Friends for chat!!

2008-03-15T01:53:00.005+05:30

I was busy searching for some pictures in google. Suddenly I heard a beep. It was from my Gmail, which I had already opened in another browser. Somebody was trying to chat with me. I opened Gmail and checked the person. It was Jayaprabha. She was my classmate when I was in Science Institute for entrance coaching. I replied for her 'Hai'. Then we chatted for about half an hour.

We didn't speak a single word when we were at Institute. But here I saw her chatting like we were great friends. She said about her college, friends, home and so. She was quite excited to hear about me. I was really amazed at her. Actually I couldn't recollect this girl firstly. Later I confirmed from one of my classmate.

I appreciated that girl for her friendship. I never thought I could find a friend like her whom i had just seen about a year. When I am loosing most of my true friends, I felt comfortable gaining a new friend.
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Seniority Demanded!!!

2008-02-16T22:21:00.002+05:30

What to say about a person whom you respect without anyones force? What to write if I say I like to follow his life style? How to start if he is always in my mind?

I don't know why Shameer became a hero in my mind. Maybe his approach to certain things.
His way of handling people. His life style.

Shameer was in 8th standard when joined in 6th. That means two years of seniority. As he was in the same batch of my cousin, Shanooj we happened to together in many occasions. But I started noticing him only at the last period of their school life. We were in the same dometry with my batchmates. As I was in 10th, our classes completed soon and it was study leave. I never liked to wake up early morning. Shameer who was then in 12th was also busy with study leave. He used to wake me up every morning, and I would lie there itself covering my blanket. Seeing this he would get angry and will beat me with a stick, which he used to keep near his cot. Now I would fled up from my bed fearing his beat. But it was actually his trick. He would wake me and my friends when he feel sleepy. And after beating us, he continue his studies.

He was a real perfectionist. He always wore ironed dress. Daily washed his clothes once used. In a hostel like that it was difficult for a person to follow his way of living. He had a great number of friends. He never hated someone. Always kept good relations with teachers too. Anyway he and his batch passed leaving some tears.

After being out also I used to keep contact with Shameer. Always he tried to encourage me. I never lost the respact towards him. When I was in 12th he send me a letter, writing the importance of the studies, and thereby showing me how the outside world was. It was full of advices for my life. That makes him so important. He sees world differently. Even now when I try to call him he stats with 'salam'. Then starts his advices, and scolds me for my mistakes. This makes me respect him throughout my life.

Anyway Thanks Shameer for all ur affection and care to me and my friends. Let your life be a lesson for everyone.

Be My Valentine!!

2008-02-16T22:20:00.002+05:30

"Today I am thinking about the special ways you have made my life better. You are a gift to me and thank you for being you. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY".

It was a valentines day message from Nizam. A usual forwarded message. I just thought that way. But After sometime I started thinking about the importance of the day. Everyone in this world is aware of this particular day. Those who love or not, its special. Some may be simply hating the day. But if a girl or a boy approach her with an affair in actual won't he\she change mind. So all are expecting someone to come infront and express the love. The day is only an occasion where he\she expect the most.

Feb14th. Why did it get selected as the special day.
St. Valentine, a Roman who was martyred for refusing to give up Christianity. He died on February 14, 269 A.D., the same day that had been devoted to love lotteries. St.Valentine left a farewell note for the jailer's daughter, who had become his friend, and signed it "From Your Valentine". Saint Valentine served as a priest at the temple during the reign of Emperor Claudius. Claudius then had Valentine jailed for defying him. In 496 A.D. Pope Gelasius set aside February 14 to honour St. Valentine.

The history may be a simple story. But its impact on the present generation shows how love is relevant in a person's life.

A day out in Tirupur

2008-02-16T22:09:00.003+05:30

We took the train from Trivandrum at late 11pm in the night. The tickets were not confirmed. So we started looking for the TTE. After running in 3 compartments we found him. He checked our tickets and said there were no seats and adviced us to sit on the floor. Taking a news paper from the bag we laid our seats.

Aseem was the otherone with me. We were on our way to Tirupur. We both had a Big bag with us But they empty. We were going to buy T-shirts for our college. We spent about an hour chatting and gossiping. Later we skidded in to sleep slowly. The train was to palakkad. And we ahd to go there. When we reached Thrissur the TTE called us and showed us two berths. With the sleep we shifted our place soon. Then was a big sleep. We both slept well. The train had reached Palakkad Jn. by 7:10am. We had to board at Palakkad town which was the previous station. But we woke up only at 8:40am. Aseem woke up first and called me. Seeing the time he understood we had missed te morning train to Tirupur. After washing our face from the train itself we came out of the station, took an auto and went to Palakkad town railway station. Enquiring the train we heard that the next train was at 12;30pm. That is to Coimbatore. After having the breakfast we came back to station. From Coimbatore we went by bus. In between Aseem called Joy, the agent at Tirupur who would arrange the T-shirts for us. We reached there by 2pm. After lunch we met Joy said our requirements. He helped us to buy the T-shirts. After that he took us to the printing mill.

It was a strange place. It was quite difficult for an unknown man to find such a place. It had a small entrance and a long factory behing There were printing machines and board making. But they said that there was no power and it would only come after 5pm. Keeping the cloth in the mill Joy said us to come after shopping. We went to the town and strated roaming around. There were many shops which were quite often seen in ads. Aseem who had came here earlier knew were each sgop was. We went to The Chennai Silks and did a Rs2000 shopping. There was Classic Polo outlet and I bought a shirt. Purchasing some more items we went back to the mill. The work had started. the workers were very friendly. They had to do a group work and their experience made them complete it fast. Then the folding and packing. By 8:30pm we left the mill with Joy. He took us to the hotel and railway station on his small 50cc vehicle. After giving him his share we lwft the scene in train. But after entering the train we ahd understood that it was not the right train. After reaching Coimbatore we took the right one which was just behind the other. The sleep continued till we reached Trivandrum.
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I can swim!!!

2008-02-11T22:07:00.000+05:30

Yesterday I went to bath in the pond near by. I was learning the primary lessons of swimming. Hussain was my teacher. After about an hour I understood the basic trick and could move a distance up to 10 metres. I was very happy and gained my confidence and thought I could swim without others help.

There were Alex and Aseem too having classes from Hussain. I was swimming along the steps at the boundary of the pond. My confidence made me swim more. But suddenly I felt like my muscle stiffening. I couldn't move my left leg. It made me sink in to the depth. I couldn't call for help. The pond was almost 2 metres deep. I tried to wave my hand. When my eyes rose just above the water level, I checked whether my friends were seeing me. They were all in their own world. I knew I was in danger. With all my strength I lifted myself and started swimming. At first I couldn't move. But I tried harder. My leg was still paining. I was about a metre away from the step. I waved my hands and pulled myself forward. I stopped only after touching the steps.

I was breathing hard. I couldn't believe for what I had done. I said about it to my friends with pride on the way to hostel.

help me plz....

2008-02-10T03:39:00.000+05:30

Assignments were the biggest burden of our Navodayan vacasions. Some assignments were boring and we often did in a rush. The assignments included written works, charts, presentations etc. Often my father helped me to do most of the works.

Once I had to present charts on different political leaders. I had to choose two. One was Sir Syed Ahmed Khan and the other was Shri. Atal Bihari Vajpayee. While preparing for Ahmed Khan, my father helped me by collecting many pictures and important references. So the work became simpler and I could complete that chart with a professional touch. It had 4 pictures of the great historian and also was made colourful with borders and words. I was sure the 60% of its credit was for my father.

The next day I started with Vajpayee, Prime Minister at that time. I took the chart expecting my father's help. I went to him and said about the chart. Enquiring about the person, he started to come with me. But as I said Vajpayee, he took a pause and said. Better you do yourself, its a simple work. I was dissapointed. Anyway I did it alone. But I didn't feel it to be much satisfactory. Why didn't my father help me? I couldn't find an answer.

Now I know why. My father who is a strong supporter of Muslim League, may not have found interest in doing work for Vajpayee. I am making a big guess. May not be true. But I am sure there was something that kept him away from the work.

Fatal separation...

2008-02-08T04:03:00.000+05:30

As I entered the class I noticed the silence. I looked around to see whether there was a teacher. All students were looking on the black board. It said. 15 more days for the 'Fatal Separation'. I joined others staring at the board. My eye started to wet. Nobody did say a word.

Later I enquired and found that it was written by Praveesh. I thanked him in my mind. He was true. Now only 15 more days to go. After that we would complete our +2 and will have to loose these friends. Any way the words strked my mind. The fate cannot be accessed.

I never want to forget about it. Thanks to Praveesh for his words. everything in nature will have some fate..

The Pain...

2008-01-22T01:20:00.009+05:30

I was in 9th standard. I used to play football with my friends in school ground. Almost all of us were barefooted and often get wounded. During those days my cousin, Shanooj who was in 11th gave me his boots to play. It was a used one. Actually it was now tight for his legs. I was very happy with the new boots. It was pride for me to play with my friends wearing boots. I played for almost two weeks. One day i had to complete some of my assignments and couldn't join my friends for the game. Seeing this Govind, my classmate came to me asking for my boots. As it was so precious to me I didn't had the mind to give him. But Govind was a very close friend to me and I didn't want to make him unhappy. I gave the boots with an unpleasant heart. He left with them happily.UK

After the game Govind returned the boots. I just checked them and saw the right one torn. The stitch had broken and it was really exposed out. I was very angry and asked him to stitch it. He said that it was already like it when I gave him. My anger doubled and I spoke to him very rude. He too became angry and we had a very bad conversation. He left the scene very angrier. I didn't go to play the next day also. Govind didn't spoke to me. But he got wounded that day. He fell and made a big wound on the right knee.

He had to take rest for two days and had tied a big bandage on the knee. All my friends visited him, while I kept away. But on the third day I felt guilty about it. I felt it to be my mistake for not forgiving him. At night I went to his hostel with food from the mess. At first sight he turned the face from me. I knew he would react that way. I en quired about the wound with a sorry note. He was happy and spoke to me. We spoke there for a long time and apologized each other. He said me some words which are still in my heart. I didn't feel much pain when I got wounded since I had felt more pain when I had left you.
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First day in MH...

2008-01-22T01:07:00.000+05:30

MH was really a great place in my dreams. Two weeks passed since I had got in to the college. I had only heard about MH and its inmates. Hearing more and more made me love MH more and more.

I was staying in IC, a nearby hostel from college. As the list was not published I couldn't get in to Men's Hostel. My classmates who were already in MH said much about it. I was eager to be in MH and didn't had even got a chance to see it. Hearing about scolding from seniors made me and my friends away from seeing MH.

The new list for MH was published. Sadiq, who had also wished like me got in to list. He was ready to go and packed his things next day itself. It was a nice oppurtunity for us. We planned to go to MH accompanying Sadiq when he shifts his belongings. With a bag in my hand I moved with Sadiq. Safdar and Monish was also with me. Safdar was already an inmate of MH. We were discussing about what is going to happen. Sadiq instructed monish and me to leave when we reached at the turning to MH. But we didn't stop and kept on walking with him.

We reached at the gates of MH. I looked at that big fort. It seemed to be staring at me. I blinked my eyes and looked again. some seniors were there and started staring at us, somewhere asking many questions and also using many taboo words. As Safdar had reminded us not to look at the seniors and keep on walking, we never stopped. We arrived Sadiq's room. Kept his things there. I could find our classmates too.

After few minutes Monish and I left leaving Sadiq. We were nervous and planned not to turn back while walking. We walked straight to IC. We heard many calling us, but didn't turn to it. We got relaxed when we passed the gate. After moving a bit once again I turned back to see my favourite MH.

The Judgement Day

2008-01-22T01:02:00.000+05:30

I was lying on the bed trying to make a sleep. Time is 11:30 pm. Still I can't. I had switched off the light in my room and only the dining hall was lit. My parents were sitting there waiting for a phone call.

They were waiting for my 10th class result.

Ishaque told me that the results will be out tonight. As it was a CBSE school the results won't be published in the news paper. So we had to chose internet as the media. During that period internet had not made its effect on the society. A very few had heard about it and a few had used it. I didn't knew how to look for the result. When my father went to the street, he found one of my primary school teacher, Muneer. While talking to him he also included a topic upon me. When my father told I was waiting for the result and couldn't find it, Muneer sir told he would help out. After giving him the roll number father returned home. Then my mother and father started waiting near the phone. I couldn't sit with them. I was sure they would keep on asking about my expectations. So I went to my room and rested there.

Time was 11:55 . I was still awake on my bed. The phone rang suddenly breaking the big silence. My mother who was little sleepy woke up shocking. My heart started beating loudly. Father attended the call. It was from my uncle, Abbas who was working at Qatar. I was a bit happy. He talked for almost 10 minutes. When my father just disconnected the call, the phone rang again. Now it was Muneer sir. Father at once called me to attend him. He read out the marks I had scored. I noted them on a piece of paper. He also made his comment on my result.

I went to mother with the paper. They were eagerly waiting for it. Mother looked in to it and started asking about the subjects. I explained the corresponding subjects. She got angry upon the subjects with low marks. I made my own excuses. I also pointed the marks of other subjects. Any way that night came to an end. Next day I could get the results of my classmates and had a brief comparison. I gave sweets to my relatives and neighbors. It was a night of real tension and I never want to forget it..

A priceless Prize...

2008-01-22T00:38:00.000+05:30

It was onam season. Many competitions were conducted those days. One of the program was Hindi essay writing. Our Hindi teacher, Surendran came to class and announced if there were more participants. Just for a craze I lifted my hand. He noted my name and said me to write it and give to him. Topic was onam. I was sitting with Faiz. I took a white paper and started to write. Faiz told me important points for it. First I started seriously, later I felt very bored and wrote unnecessary things. It didn't had any relation to the topic. It didn't even follow the basic Hindi grammar too. I completed boasting about Mahabali. I was quite sure it won't even taken to consideration. I went to Surendran sir and submitted my essay.

Days passed by. The assembly was going on. The prizes for different events were being distributed. I had forgotten that I had written an essay. And the result for Hindi essay writing was also announced. First prize goes to Lamya.
The second to Shafeeq Sha. I couldn't believe what they had read. I walked to the stage for the prize. Lamya was returning with her prize and gave me a smile. Proudly I received the prize. There was no third prize. After the assembly with Faiz and other friends I opened my Prize. It was a beautiful fiber glass. I was sure I never deserved it.

I enquired about it and found the truth. There were only three participants. The other was Saritha who got disqualified for copying as such from the Hindi text book. I could feel that it was a prize for my faithfulness.

Organized...

2008-01-13T04:19:00.000+05:30

I opened the tap. The water was colder than I had expected. I opened the hot water tap. Water was coming. But for my disappointment it was also cold. With a bit sleep and laziness I filled the bucket. I was dipping my hand in it to make myself believe that it wasn't much cold. The cup was on the basin. I took it and filled it. I couldn't pour it on my body. So I dipped my hand in the cup and sprinkled the water on my body. To make it fast I just poured it suddenly on my body. Then two more to start my bath. I was shivering. To reduce the coldness I took the soap and made my body foam. It made me little bit comfortable.

We were on a tour to Kodaikanal. I was the gang leader. And so I had enough responsibilities. I had to lead them to the right spot at right time. The hotels are to be arranged. Separate rooms for staff should also be assured. All these made a new role for me in life.

I had to start freshly. It was in my second year in college. It was then some of my friends told me of planning a class tour. Thus the discussions started for place travel agency and more. By evening we started searching and were in the town wandering. We went to many travel agencies and collected different packages and their rates. At last we made in to conclusion and fixed the cheapest. From next day it was sole work. I was alone and had to arrange everything. I had to contact the agency bargain the rate, check for the bus and like that. It was tougher when I had to discuss it with the class. Since each one had their own decision I couldn't manage to take the right one. So I started making a decision and to support the one closer to mine and make others convince its benefits.

The next thing was to seek permission and arranging the staff. There I knew well what my qualifications were and always made some big brains stand beside me. So it made me easier to select and invite the best accompanying staff. Similar to a Govt. office I had to clear many formalities of different sections for the permission to get granted.

Any way it was the tour day. I kept on calling the agency for the timings and every minute details to be done. We have fixed a 3 day trip and included a Kodaikanal Hoggenekkal package. We were a gang of 48 students and two staff to accompany with. It was time for departure. My agency correspondent was with me. I settled a one third part of the total payment. When I asked whether the hotel was booked or not, he said no. I stressed him to make it confirmed just in front of me. He called a hotel manager and was talking in tamil to book the rooms. It got confirmed and he added saying that it was a 3 star hotel.

The journey started. It was quite difficult for me to handle the money. So for safety I told to Lakshmi to keep it. Things went very normal. I made good communication with the bus staff and the teachers. Gave the staff separate rooms and also made the girls room in a safe position. I had to wake up early and so make others ready for the arranged time. I had to make sure of all facilities on the hotels and arrange the food in time. I could arrange a camp fire at Kodai, which was included with dinner. It was very difficult to wake up so early and bath at a place like Kodai.

After the trip we returned college with memories in hand. I could return a few amount back to my classmates. No body were sick and no unfair incidents happened in between. I was the one who enjoyed the trip the least. I couldn't spent my time dancing n singing.

Now let me say you a truth. It was the first class tour in my life. Due to many different reasons I couldn't attend any tour in my school life and also had missed the first year class tour in college. I had only visited some near by places with my hostlites and some with my parents. Experience was not in my account here.

New world...

2008-01-13T04:18:00.000+05:30

I was lying on my mat to get a good sleep. Thoughts were passing through my mind. My watch beeped suddenly. It was 1:00 am. It made me more tensed for not getting sleep. How can I sleep today. After all its the first day I am staying away from my parents.

It was the first day of my Navodaya school life. As I stepped my right leg in to the campus with my parents, I didn't think it was so tough to stay away from them who had cared for me for the past 11 years. After registration and allotment of hostel, we walked throughout the campus to see its inner beauty. My parents left me after some time.I went up to the gate to bid them good bye. I didn't miss them much as they just went away from my eyes. I was in an eager to spent my life on the new campus. But as I walked back to the hostel, I could realize the situation I was in. All were new faces. Only a known person in that campus was Shanooj, my cousin.

I went to Shanooj and stayed with him. He was just two years senior to me on the campus. But my hostel warden had instructed us, the new students to stay away from seniors and to be always together. So I had to leave Shanooj on his way. Again I was lonely with my batch mates. Now I have to be friendly with all these guys. I couldn't choose whom to start from. We always had to be together in hostel, mess and also at ground. We had keep line while walking. It was just like a military camp. When I ate food, I started to miss my home. The food was very crucial. Only a few dishes. That too in a measurement. After eating the food we had to wash our own plates. After reaching back to hostel, I could make some knowledge of my friends. We discussed different things.

We had to fetch water for bathing. There was a big queue and only a single pipe that too miserly in providing water. We had to wait a long time, waiting without buckets in our hands. Now I started to love my home for being so much equipped. We had to live a very different life on that day. By night we could get the activities and limits of the campus. Everything inside the campus had limits. It made me very sad. I couldn't sleep well that night. I was throughout thinking of my parents and home. I wanted to go home urgently. My eyes wet when I realized that I would have to miss my beloved parents for a long time.

I kept on looking the time. Slowly I slept, to start the next day with a new life which was the way of my future...

Confused!!

2008-01-13T04:01:00.000+05:30

Here are some situations when you get really confused. I have written my way of approach on them. Just apply something in your life. Don't think it as a joke many of them were successful in my case.

If you have desire for something, your success is measured by the strength of that desire. Stronger the desire lower will be the blocks on your way of achieving success.
I just meant that if you desire more you feel like there is nothing to prevent you.

If you are confused that you are in love or not with some one. Just rewind. Does thoughts of him/her come to you when you lie on your bed trying to make a sleep.
If so you have the answer.

What to do when you are angry and can't control yourself. Just look at a mirror and see your face on it.
No mirror. Go to a room lonely. Speak of the incident loudly to yourself and analyse it.

Feeling sleepy. Think of the most important thing in your life. The thing that you desire the most.
Still sleepy. Just close your eyes and enjoy the sleep.

Feeling bored. Take a pen. Try to draw something. You will feel how artistic you are.
Al ready a painter. Write about what you feel now.

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2008-01-12T19:07:00.002+05:30

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Surgery day

2008-01-09T14:40:00.000+05:30

I woke up from a long sleep. It took time for me to realize where I am. I was not sleeping. I was been made unconscious. It was an operation theater. A sister was standing beside to me she said something with a gentle smile. I couldn't hear her.

It was a football match that made me injured. I thought it was a usual knee injury. I consulted four doctors one by one who didn't made me feel better. At last it was Dr. Mohan kumar, Orthologist, Alshifa Hospital to whom I went. It was very difficult to get his date. He was a very busy doctor and had a lot of patients and so I could only get a date to him after 18 days from the booking day. My parents too had accompanied me to the hospital. We had to wait for a long time in the hospital. At last there came call for us. I was lying on a stretcher since the previous doctor had instructed me to bed rest. While moving on the stretcher to the doctor's room I was keen to see that busy doctor's face.

We expected that as usual he would say to take rest. But surprisingly on the first sight at my leg he said to my father that we have to undergo an operation. He had not even touched my leg. He judged me just having a gaze. Seeing my father wordless, he himself took my injured leg the left one in his hands. I was lying on a bed. He folded my legs and asked me whether it was painful. He folded it till I felt pain. After that he pulled my shin bone outwards. Amazingly we saw it come outside from the knee joint with pain. He said. The ligament inside the leg had broken. We can do operation day after tomorrow if you admit and can relieve 2 days later. He said it in one stretch. Father agreed him.

We came out of the room quite disappointed. Actually no preparation was done to make an admit. After admitting me father rushed home to return with required things leaving mother back with me. I was asked to take a few medicines on that day and the next day. On the previous night of the surgery I underwent many tests.

On the day of operation I was not allowed to take food in the morning. By eleven I was taken near to the operation theater. I had to wait there for about an hour. I was taken in by 12. I was dressed on a white clothe. I looked amazingly inside the room which I had only seen in movies. I saw the similar lights and equipments inside. Dr.Mohan and his colleagues were there. Suddenly one of the doctor asked me whether I was afraid or not. I nodded him to say no. He smiled and injected a medicine on my hand. Slowly I felt sleepy and closed my eyes. When I woke I saw that everything was over. My body felt to be frozen. I couldn't move any part of it my own. I was moved to the ICU. I could find that it was almost 4:45 pm when I woke up. I had to lie there till night. There were two more patients inside and only sisters to take care of us. There was a glass window through which my parents and relatives were allowed to see me. I could see them peeping. A sister helped drink some coffee. I couldn't move most of my body parts still. Even the urinal was tubed. At about 8:30 in the night I was shifted to the room. I was feeling quiet normal. I could only see a big bandage on my leg. It wasn't painful. There were many visitors for a long time. Glucose was being injected throughout. By midnight I started to feel the pain. The effect of anesthesia had kept me painless till that time. It started with back pain. Later each part of my body expressed their reaction. I didn't sleep that night. My parents also couldn't sleep well hearing me groan.

As doctor said I was relieved two days later. I had to walk on walking sticks for 2 months. There was physiotherapy for almost 6 months. But it was a great experience I had in the hospital. For future consultancy I was recommended to see Dr. Shameer an assistant doctor of Mohan. I visited him when ever I came home on leave. Still I keep a good relation with him on phone calls...

On the Stadium

2008-01-09T14:35:00.000+05:30

We reached very early. Said Rajesh. The bus was passing through the Ernakulam city. I looked at the watch 5:05 am. I peeped through the window to see the city glazing on lights. We passed by the stadium. There was a crowd near the stadium. I showed Rajesh the crowd and said that it seemed like we were late.

We went Ernakulam to see the India-Australia ODI match. We were 30 in a hired bus. Since we were a gang it was singing n dancing throughout the night. No one have had enough sleep. Our bus slowed down and it stopped a few metres away from the stadium. We boarded the bus entered a hotel to have breakfast. It was ramzan days and I had fasted. So I waited for others to finish off.

The stadium would be opened by 6 am. There were many selling hats, paintings, bands, flags, jersy and more. I also bought a round hat. Some where distributing pluck cards and banners. We went inside after waiting on a long quee checking and directing seats. As we were a gang we shouted and made our presence on the stadium. We sat together on the gallery. Both the team players came for practice. It was great moment seeing them on ground. They practised for a long time.

At nine both the team was on the field in uniform. Batting was for Australia. Since it was Sreesanth's home ground, there was a good wave for him on his bowling. It was an un forgetable experience watching the match so close. The boundaries, wickets, appeals, fielding and each element got its new means in my mind.

Due to the strong heat from sun and the previous day's night out I was very tired and was sleepy. Almost all were same. The Australian innings ended up on 308. It was lunch break. I had to wait again alone for others to return since I couldn't eat. I was sleeping almost the whole part of indian batting. When we realized that India cannot win we returned. Actually we were very bored and tired. We left in the evening.

Although i don't want to see a match again on galleries, let me say that it was a great experience seeing players infront of our eyes. Let me pay them my sincere gratitude for at least staying for a full day on hot sun. They are great indeed!!!

Orkut mania!!

2008-01-09T14:29:00.000+05:30

Do I have some new scraps? I enquired to Anoop who was busy orkutting. He opened my scrapbook. There were 2 new scraps. One was a common scrap and the other one was from my cousin. I was excited on seeing it. My cousin was studying at bangalore and he was new to orkut. I was eager to reply him. After Anoop logged out I took the seat and made me available on orkut.

I registered in orkut in Nov 2006. Orkut didn't had much impact those days. There were very few members in it who where known to me. And so it became bored after one month of continuous use. Later many of my friends joined on it and praised it. But I didn't feel much craze on it since I had already known its taste.

I didn't even log in for almost 10 months. My friends were very active on it and I would try to turn my face when they use orkut in front of me. I always thought it to be useless and never supported my friends.

One day Alex was using orkut and I joined him. He was simply scrapping an online girl. I abused him and called him shameless. He suddenly opened my profile which was kept as if sealed for a long period. There were many new scraps in my scrapbook. I just only planned to have a gaze at them. But seeing my scrapbook I couldn't stop reading. Many of the scraps were from my old school friends who were once very close to me. I missed them a lot and I had thought I could never find them again. I logged in as soon as Alex logged out. There were many new friend requests too. I became very excited and replied each of my scraps. One of them was online. Chatting to him through scraps gave me a very unique experience.

I am now a consistent user of orkut. A big thanks to Google and the Orkut who where behind this. I found many old friends, made many new friends and more and more I gained from it. I really love orkutting and updating my profile once in a while. I felt it to be utter foolishness for keeping myself away from orkut for this much long period. Now I can't stay away from Orkutting...

Knock down!

2008-01-04T04:51:00.000+05:30

I looked into my mobile to know the time. 6:05 am. I woke stretching from the bed and lifted my foot on to the floor. Lifted means really. I lifted my left leg and placed on to the ground. Just coz I couldn't move it alone. It was on rest since one month after a knee surgery.

I loved football much and had a game every morning. Its the only thing that makes me wake up early. I would go to the nearby ground and play with my neighbours. My parents didn't have to call me early for it. I would wake up early under any climate if there was football. I could only join the neighbours during my vacations. I felt much happy on it.

It was onam holidays. I felt much happy coming home. There is only 10 days. I played 3 days with my new boots. On the fourth day too I was on the ground. I was playing on the right midfield. The game was moving nice for 10 minutes. We had already made some good moves but couldn't score one. I got a cross from Irshad I was advancing with the ball. I saw Hasil my opposition player coming for the ball. I tried to dribble the ball. Ali my teammate was in front calling for the ball. I tried to push the ball to him. But Hasil blocked me and pushed me with his shoulder. My left leg was only on the ground. On the push my body turned fixing the left leg. It got twisted and I just fell on the ground.

I felt the intensity of pain. Players helped me sit outside the ground. I thought it was a usual knee pain. 5 minutes later I tried to stand up. It was still paining. But I wanted to play more. So I went near the post. I asked the goal keeper to change and I played as golly. I was stretching my leg to remove the pain. Once the ball went out. I had to kick the ball. Since it was a right foot kick, I had to keep my left leg on ground stiff. I just knew that I had kicked the ball. I didn't check where it had gone. My pain was extreme. Now I couldn't manage even to walk. I sat on the ground watching the game with wet eyes of pain and sadness. After the game finished I went home with others. They asked how was I feeling. when I said it was still painful, they instructed me to tie bandage. I reached home and said nothing and made situations seem normal. They told me to go for a marriage in the neighbourhood. I dressed and went for the marriage walking with my young brother. I knew I was walking only by the support of the bandage that I had tied stiff on my knee. I hardly reached the marriage with a built up smile on face. I was sure that I would struggle to reach back home. So I took an auto by the help of my brother. Seeing my pain my parents asked me what happened. I said it was just a usual knee injury. I didn't want my parents to stop me play.

I consulted a near by doctor at night and had the medicines. But it didn't work much. I consulted two more doctors later one after the other. But I didn't get a better result on their treatments. By the time my father managed to get me the date for Dr. Mohan Kumar, Orthologist Alshifa Hospital. At the first sight itself he said me that the ligament inside the knee had broken. I had to undergo a surgery 2 days later. It took me 2 months to walk. I had to do Physiotherapy for almost 6 months.

Now I can''t play football with the same mind. I can't reach for the ball with the speed of my mind. But I still love the game much..

The Wedding Ring!!!

2008-01-04T04:12:00.000+05:30

Rahul stepped with his right foot as he passed the college gate. That was the first day of Rahul's college life. All new faces. He didn't knew anyone in his class except Priya, who was also his classmate in school. And so they talked each other before they made a friendship with others. They became very close friends. They spent free time chatting, watching movies and thus they were always together.

When they reached second year, they made more friends. Rahul made some good friends in hostel. Sandeep and Manoj were some of them. And as days passed by, that friendship changed in to a gang adding Sandhya from Priya's side. Actualy Sandhya was Manoj's girlfriend. But they spent more time with the gang different to a usual love affair.

Sandeep was a good singer. He always sang of an imaginary girl. He often complained that although he was good looking no girl would turn to him. Once Manoj said Rahul to propose Priya, so that he can keep her always with him. It was from hostel and Rahul said not to say it again since they were best friends. They didn't bring it in the gang too. Since Priya was very serious Rahul knew well that she would not agree it.

But Rahul couldn't forget Manoj's words. He started to visualise Priya in that stand. But couldn't say it to anyone. And it was their final year. Only just days to be counted. By the time Rahul had built strong love for Priya. At last he said it to Manoj and explained how strong it was. They planned to say it to her as a surprise and waited for a good occasion. Sandeep have not yet found his dream girl.

Priya came very excited on that day. She came to Rahul and said him to do one help. He was anxious to hear from her. Then she said. I want to be Sandeep's dream girl. Rahul heard it shocked. She added that she had well thought of it and wanted him to help it workout. Priya loved Sandeep so much. Her words were too bold. She was waiting for a long time for Sandeep to think like that. At last she said. Rahul you are my best friend and I have no one else to ask for help.

Rahul's eyes were wet. He didn't know why he was crying. Where they the tears of sorrow or jealousy. He was walking lonely to the hostel. He went to the roof of hostel and spent a lot of time thinking. Priya is my best friend. I should never forget it. She loves Sandeep very much. Its me whom she had approached first to express her feelings. So I should never cheat her. Let it be all normal. I would make her dream come true.

Rahul pretended to make things normal in front of Manoj. Whenever Manoj tried to bring that topic Rahul changed it. Rahul also started trying to create Priya as Sandeep's dreamgirl. Rahul said Sandeep that Priya loves him. He saw Sandeep enjoying those moments with a mind of a responsible friend. Manoj was doubtful and asked Rahul. Rahul unwillingly said what had happened. He also said what his decision was. Manoj didn't support it. He tried to make the situation worse. But Rahul strongly stopped him and told he was ready to accept the fate.

The college life came to an end. Priya's parents were eager to arrange her marriage soon. Priya had introduced Sandeep to them and had fixed everything.After two years out from college it was their marriage day. Rahul told Manoj that he won't come. But he dragged him to the function. Rahul was not ready to see his first lover getting engaged. There were many on the function with the old gangsters. Rahul, Priya, Manoj, Sandeep and Sandhya were again together and refreshing their memories. Priya was very excited. She said. Thanks Rahul!. Rahul was surprised and asked why. She holded Sandeep close to her and added. For making this day come true!. Rahul just nodded his head with a smile. Suddenly Priya asked Rahul. Have you ever loved someone? Rahul was shocked and gazed at Manoj. He seemed to be helpless. Rahul looked Priya. Her hands were strongly holding Sandeep. No
Rahul responded after a deep silence. You are my best friend and you know my mind than anyone.
He smiled at Manoj and just blinked his eyes.

Luis Figo- Someone to admire!!

2008-01-04T03:53:00.000+05:30

I was in 9th standard. It was the season when I had started to love football. And so I had started to see many major games on TV. I got familiarised with many teams and players. I enjoyed World cup and many good tournaments.

One day Aneesh, my classmate told me about Figo. He said that Figo is a great player on the mid-fields. Later I saw his game and was amazed on his skills. I became a true fan of him and kept on watching his games.

It was Euro'04. That too in Portugal. Al though I was a supporter of England, I wanted to see Figo win. Watching Portugal's game I thought they deserved the cup. They made their way on to the finals.

Greece. The other finalists. On analysing their path I could find that they had just luckily entered to the finals. Praying for Portugal I sat infront of the TV. Figo played an amazing game. Made many good chances. But all his efforts were in vain. Again the luck has helped Greece. They won the game on the goal of Charisteas, with a last minute header. I couldn't say it was a Greek victory. Next day one of my cousin told me to help her write an article on the tournament. I had a great report on my favourite subject with all credits for Figo, which got a 'very good' credit from her teacher.

Later I watched Figo making Portugal the semi-finalists of Fifa world cup'06. He was too unlucky that he couldn't give his team a world cup. He is an amazing player with a great skill on the ground. I am still his fan and often see his old games.

Skills can also be made...

2007-12-29T03:34:00.000+05:30

The school meet has begun. Everyone is around the Football ground eagerly watching the game. We were leading for a goal. But i didn't knew who had scored it, or how long has the game going on and more. it was just coz I was the substitute for the team. These long years i was merely a spectator on that ground. For the first time I got selection in to the final team of my school football team. I was a bit scared and I felt my heart saying it loudly. I suddenly I saw Faiz getting tackled and just getting injured, as he left the ground my sports teacher pointed me to get in. I didn't know how to thank my God for giving me an opportunity like this. I stepped my right foot and joined the game sprinting.

I didn't get much interest in football in my primary school. But when I got interested it was hard for me to produce the skill. I tried my best to improve it. I practiced well with my friends and had the confidence to play a humanly game. Next my dream was to get in to the school team.

During those days a new coach came to school and started taking students for a camp. He was having selection trials for the camp. There were some 30 junior students and we four seniors for the selections. Firstly it was the chance for juniors. They were told to juggle the ball. And thus he selected 25 from them and let the others go. Since we were just four seniors we said each other that there won't be any selections for us. But the coach came to us and called one by one and told to juggle the ball. I couldn't do it well and just tried in front of him. At last he told the rest of the three to join the camp. I was sent back. I was walking back to my hostel. I couldn't even look back. I felt like angry to someone. I was very depressed that night and didn't spoke a word to anyone the next day also. I didn't try to play any game for a week. Later i realized that it was my defect for not playing well. And thus I planed to play with strong determination.

I started practicing well. There was school team selection later. There the players were said to play in two teams. Those who are not playing well would be called back and new players would be allowed to play. As the game started I had the confidence that I would be the first one to be called. But for my surprise I had only the second chance. There was one in front of me. Actually it made me happy and improve my confidence.

I worked hard on that ground and made a good defender in me. Next year I got selection in my school team with a jersy number 22. I had posed on that jersy with full proud.

Nothing can obstruct you if you have a strong determination...

stay with me...

2007-12-28T21:50:00.000+05:30

Tomorrow is my b'day. I am really excited today itself. There would be lot many friends to wish me. There would be blessings from my parents and more. I was lying on my bed thinking about the next day. Suddenly I thought of the gift that Shameer have given me in advance for my b'day. He had told me to open it only after 12am. But I was very curious. Its only 11:30 now. Should I keep my word? No. Let me wait for half an hour more.

Shameer is a good friend for me. In my hostel life he was the only one to hear me when I was feeling home sickness. He gave me good advices and we prepared together for exams. He was an excellent footballer and had competed in various regional meets too. Although we were in the same class we were not in the same hostel. So we spent maximum time together in the school before the hostel gets locked. But he had a very bad habit in him. It was like a disease to him. He stole what ever thing he liked so much. He would just keep it with him and when he feel bored of it he would dispose it. But in the school no one new that he was the one behind all. I often told him to leave that bad habit. But he didn't care much for my words.

Yesterday Shameer told me that he would present me a good gift for my b'day and he gave it today after noon. When I started to open it he said only after 12. We talked for a long time in the class today. I just felt like missing him when I returned to my hostel.

I looked at my watch. 11:55. I can't wait 5 minutes more. I just turned around and switched on my table lamp. In the dim light I looked whether anyone was awake. I was staying in a dormetry. There were 10 members in every room. All are my classmates but not so close like shameer. I opened my suit case. It made a big sound in the darkness. I took the gift in my hand. It was in a box almost like an instrument box. I just shook it to know what was in it. Then I teared off the wrapper on it. It was an instrument box. But it didn't seemed to weigh much. For a surprise I opened the box with my eyes closed to have a sudden gaze at the gift. When I opened my eyes I was shocked. The box fell from my hand. Soon I took the box from the floor and kept it closed in the suit case. I rushed to my bed turning the light off. I was sweating. I couldn't wipe of the sweat. Why did Shameer do this to me?

It was a watch. Not just a watch. It was Arun's watch lost just a two days before. Arun was very serious and had complained about the missing watch to our teachers and warden. If found they would not forgive me. As it was a boarding school the teachers had a good control on students. They would scold for every mischievs of students and also beat severely if neccessary.
I couldn't sleep. I thought of Shameer and the consequences that are going to happen. As time passed by I just slept with a beating heart.

I woke up with a noise outside. I was feeling tired. I just peeped through the window. My roommates were going out of the room. At one side there was a few teachers mumuring. Some shouting to come out. I also came out soon. When I reached the door I asked Shamil, one of my roommate what had happened. He just said "checking!!". he added saying that they are looking for Arun's lost watch. I couldn't reply him. I was restless outside. There were nearby hostlers too. I looked for Shameer among them.

Checking was common in our school were students were said to come outside and teachers would search the room and thus find a solution. Each one was told to show their possessions and one by one was checked. My roommates were returning one by one after their chance. Suddenly it was my number I was very afraid. Once again I turned around to look for Shameer. He was now there. Again there was the second call for me with a harsh voice. I went to my room. There were four teachers. Firstly they explained me the need for the checking and told me to open my belongings. Firstly I opened my bag and they couldn't find anything suspicious in it. Mean while one of the teachers were opening my suit case. He was searching everything in it.Then he found the box. I was keeping an on him and the box.

He stared at me and said to others. We can stop now. Others enquired why. He took the watch from the box and displayed it. I couldn't open my mouth. I felt a strong hold on my colors. They dragged me outside. They were shouting at me like policemen with the theif. But I didn't hear their words. I was searching Shameer. He was at a corner restless. I could see his face. He was very much frightened. His face had turned red. Suddenly I felt a big blow on my face. I felt like falling down. Then I stopped looking at Shameer. I only tried to block the beatings. They teased and shouted a lot at me. But I didn't cry. I had only the feeling for what Shameer had done to me. After almost half an hour I was left free. I felt the pain when they left. Everyone looked at me with a hatred face. No one seemed to be sympathetic. I just sat on the ground. suddenly I felt someone touch me. I didn't mind it. But turned back when a tear made my shoulder wet. It was Shameer. He weeping. I just pushed him and moved a little away. There was a silence for a long time. We both didn't spoke a word. He was still weeping. At last I turned and went to him. He embarased me screaming. He confessed a lot on it. I just holded his hands and wiped his tears and said its ok.

That was friendship which made him stop his disease so called 'kleptomania'. If I had made him my enemy on that day, he never could have stopped it. But we knew each other. He is still a nice friend of me and we never want to break it...

dedicated!!

2007-12-27T12:21:00.000+05:30

As usual I started my day with the alarm!!! My room mate said with a remark that its just 10 minutes for 9. With my daily experience I could manage to do my routines with in 15 minutes. In between I didn't forget to enquire about the first hour, and look for my clothings.

Its 10 past 9. I took a book from the nearby room and took my belt and mobile in my hand. As MH gate passed, I was perfectly ready with the final works on my hair. I just noticed one of my classmate just 10 meters ahead of me. I rushed a little to join him happily that if teacher scolds, I do have a company..

We just passed computer science department. Suddenly my mobile shouted. Its a message. I told thanks to that message for making me remind that my mobile was not in silent mode. On seeing the message I was stopped. My friend was angry and told me to come soon. I could only say him to proceed and that I was not coming. He asked me why??? One of my schoolfriend died...

He went to class. I didn't know what to do? The message was sent by my schoolmate, Arif. Can he fool others by this type of a message? But I didn't had the courage to know the truth. Actually I don't want to hear such a news. I was alone in that passage. I couldn't walk. My eyes were wet. Was it really true. It was perfect silence. Not even a bird could break that silence. But my mobile rang again. It was Shamil. Why should he call me now? Why didn't he attend his class? I pressed the green button to hear him. But he didn't spoke anything, nor me. A tear fell on my cheek and it slided down. After a long pause I murmered what happened.. I heard him weep. I didn't want him to speak and so I disconnected the phone.

I knew I was walking. My footsteps were so bold that it didn't need an eye on it. I felt like feeling headache. I only stopped when I was in my bed. The fan was already on. I switched off my mobile and kept my eyes shut. His face came in front of me. I wiped my tears. How can a person die? No I can't believe it. He never wanted to leave me. He is my best friend. Can he go anywhere without my permission?

I managed to collect my album from my suitcase. But I didn't find his photo anywhere, who has taken it away from me? My autograph was also in it. I reached out to see his farewell words. It said " I will make you think of me without words in here..... with love Sreehari". I looked at it for a long time.

I studied in boarding school, so all that care is friends. It was quite awesome till my 10th, since we were small and not much free. Parents just know that their son or daughter is safe here in this campus. But when the result came they were anxious and they took more care of my studies. In plus1 we were 33 in our batch. We had been there for long 5 years. Plus1 classes were so sleepy and the only enjoyment was 1 hour games during the evening. I opt football the most, but didn't play upto the mark. 1 month passed in plus1.

One day we saw a tall boy standing outside the mess hall during the lunch. Somebody said it is the new admission in our batch and that he is the son of the new english teacher. Next day when we came to the class, there was a new bag kept on the front desk. I took it and cleaned my seat using it, knowing that it was the bag of the new student. When he came to the class, he was covered by a bunch of boys and girls. I didn't even turn to him, since he had only the 34th position in my mind. But fate made me and Sreehari friends. He had many similarities with me. We talked alot and shared lot many ideas. And thus his position became the first in my list.

One night he came crying. He was beaten by his father for scoring less marks. I saw scars on his hand and leg. It was raining outside. He stayed a long time with me. I couldn't react to it, since it was more personal. He went back home and I didn't sleep that night. I even thought of questioning his father, but I was just 16 and it would lead to a big laughter. In plus2 he loved a girl, but I couldn't give him her as a present. My cousin had an eye on the same girl. At last it was all over. The schooldays have come to an end, now its time for us to move in different directions. The farewell day has arrived. Sreehari was sitting near to me. Shamil and Arif spoke a lot about the memories and made that evening fade. When the candles were lighted I was weeping. I felt a strong hold on my hand, it was Sreehari.

After the final examination my parents came to pick me up. I stayed a long time with Sreehari, we had less words. When we came out phone calls made the job. Yearly get together and some rare ocassions like marriages made us meet. Eventhough we were in different colleges I had a good contact only with Sreehari. I often found my time and went to his home and even to his native place, Ernakulam. He too never missed a chance to meet me. We even didn't ever had a feeling that we are too far separated. No distance is too long for real friends. Since now I had never found a better friend than him. I could take the freedom to say anything to him. I am sure he and me would have more understanding than that with own girlfriends. Nobody can replace a bestfriend. He can be more trustworthy than your parents. I never said sorry to him, he knows what I had done. He never wants to miss call or message me to say that he hasn't forgotten me. I could see his face and its expressions infront of me when I talk to him in phone, because we were so close.

Have you ever found your best friend?

Something dropped from my autograph in to the bed. It was a photograph. I leaned to have a gaze at it. It was Sreehari. He was still smiling at me.