My First steps
My phone shows 4.12pm (hell I don’t have a watch). Taking steps down the MS block, I got a text into my inbox reading a mere “b tree”, If you are a nerd from my dept. or my neighboring CSE dept you probably would’ve thought about the ‘binary tree’ in Dbms or Data structures. Well, it took a second for me remember that five minutes back I texted him asking “wer ah ya?”(Where are you?). B tree, the one I am talking about is one among the icon of our college other than the convention centre as show-cased in all our college brochures and prospectus, the Banyan tree. The assembly point for any yet-to-begin-but-doesn’t-happen gang fights or showing off spot for any stud, for it’s the junction between the bus stop and canteen. It’s said that the kids in villages have their primary classes under the shades of trees; well we do the same too. The difference is we only attend the first hour under the tree, where else do you think we go if we reach late to college. It has all our memories and moments written in every of its leaves. And every one of us making up as the sand holding the tree of our memories buried within. Guess I am over-doing the poetic part of describing the b-tree in the previous two sentences.
Well, coming to the point of describing the tree instead of my first step as titled, it all zeroes down to the same point, the hang-out spot. Because, my first step informally was to the b-tree, to get introduced to my seniors and get ragged. Wish I’d been ragged that time I got saved by my already known guy, because had I been ragged, it wouldn’t have been a little tougher to be in good acquaintance with him(so, juniors if you’re reading this, ragging we do is all for an informal intro, we got no pleasure sickening you out of your hasses. And others don’t take this granted to sue me for ragging). I don’t have the right to say what my first step to college gave me the will to achieve great heights and all those stuff, because neither did I achieve any height as yet(physically too) and nor did it give me such film-atic thoughts. The message was simple, live my life to the fullest in a more balanced way. So am I doing, except for those arrears on my hunchback?
I’ve seen people in our freshmen year complaining about the crowd in the college. If you feel so, then you better give it a thought again. We are the best mix of people I’ve ever seen from all known communities and all so called ‘backgrounds’. Whether it’s the beach party, terrace burger bash, nightlife disc parties, noor treat, night study (well that’s also a party for a part of us, you know who), balcony hookah rendezvous, mövenpick buffet dinner, or bakery lunch, you name it, and I always have a company for any of these above.
Well, I may have to conclude now. There’s nothing pretty much to conclude on our college except for one thing.
Enjoy your years
Clear the arrears!
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A Road-side walk
Ever wondered what would happen when all the traffic signal lights turn red to blue rather green? What would happen when a bridge under construction from either side of the terminal never meet in middle? Who doesn’t really enjoy these crazy thoughts while going on a car or taking a walk down your block. There can’t be anything more entertaining than walking through the Indian streets. Starting from the auto-rickshaw quarrels, pom-pom traffic jammed roads, the Chennai birds with jasmine flowers wearing t-shirts (can never stand that, it’s like “Guys! Please don’t look at us, we suck at dressing”), and not to forget the adulterated petrol smell, man! I just love it, gives me the ‘Kick’.
How do you think Oscar-winning musical genius attained got such a talent in him. Thanks to the city traffic. City buses honking horns for the bass, with auto-rickshaw’s acoustical beats and the road-side beggars and street vendors’ vocals perfectly playing the scintillating symphony like an orchestra. And in no way I am talking any sarcasm. Also the some people in the crowd making you feel like a celebrity, looking at you or rather staring at you as if you’re the eighth wonder of the world.
Are you new to Chennai? Don’t know tamil? Before you learn “eppadi irukeenga”, you’ll know “ootla sollitu vantiya”, such soothing words pouring into your ears. And the street side eateries, those are beyond the words describing them. Whenever I am hungry, passing by a fast-food or a “ky yenndhi bavan (also known as thattu kadai)”, gives me the aroma of FOOD, I am sure you must’ve had this experience from ‘Noor’.
Now I guess enough of portraying Chennai in its worst. Many a times my friends from other cities living here say with feeling out of place “Chennai isn’t like banglore(or Mumbai or kolkata or delhi)”. I totally do agree with them, because here, I don’t see a herd of 10-15 sheep crossing a main road in the signal unlike Bengalooru(‘Bang’lore), nor the buses made out of wood unlike kolkata, nor the shops that sell stolen second-hand clothes that were kept for drying in the terraces of residential areas unlike Mumbai, nor the passengers washing clothes in the drinking water tap at any train station unlike New Delhi,
Holy molly, I started from a walk down the lane and ended up in inter-city riots?. I should have started with a disclaimer. Well,
Disclaimer: All the facts about the cities other than Chennai that has been portrayed in the above article are purely imagined. If they are any similar to the reality of those cities, we blame the co-incidence for that.
P.S.: ‘ignore karr’ the Disclaimer. I wrote it for the heck of it.
