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One day, in a restaurant I have started detesting, I quite unfortunately happen to occupy a table next to a bunch of over-enthused college kids.

Quite apparently, they seemed to be from different colleges.

Do you know what is the worst part about a bunch of people from different colleges? The bragging. Its so plainly irritating. 

Anyway, I am sure my analysis will be certainly biased. So I’ve decided to accurately put the up the conversation here so that you can judge for yourself.



CG1:College Guy 1

CG2:College Guy 2

CG3:College Guy 3



CG1: Dude, you know in my college no one studies. Ever. Its like banned. If you study you get a year back.



CG2: Oh that’s nothing. My college people dint study and still get year backs. The there are other who reverse study. They lose all their knowledge before their exams. These are normally the 9 pointers.



CG3: What? Thats nonsense. No one can lose their knowledge of course. But that 9 pointer part makes sense. Anyway, my college is way cooler. Everyone smokes marijuana. One day, my roommate smoked 450 rupees worth of marijuana.



me:Groaning and looking at the waiter. Begging him to get my food.



CG1: Oh thats peanuts. My roommate smoked 1500 rupees worth of maal. I’m not sure about this marrijuna. What is it?



CG2:Its the same thing stupid We put it in our mess food. Oh it was so much fun..blah blah blah



me:Still looking at the waiter. Making life size B52 models with tissues.



CG1: Does your hostel have LAN?



CG3: Oh what a stupid question (!) My hostel has 10 kzillion fourteen billion GB shared. We have all the latest songs, movies, games useless and absolutely non sensical photographs of rabbit couples and woodpeckers in wife swap like compromising poses.



CG1: Ha! Thats it? We have turtles and sea otters too.



CG2:All that is nothing compared to what you find on my LAN (One waiter brings a plateful of food. My eyes light up) Even before movies release, they’re on our LAN because the photons in our lan move faster than light and hence they time travel. (bus boy laughs. Even he knows photons can’t travel faster than light)



Waiter puts food on their table. My blood curdles. He looks at me and passes out.



CG2: (between mouthfuls) The food in our mess is so bad we found a cockroach in the pulao.



I fantasize cockroach pulao. Seems sumptuous.



CG1: OH thats nice. In our pulao we have to hunt for rice in between the cockroaches.



A small spider crawls up next to CG2’s plate. He instantly throws up. He accuses the spider of ignoring the fact that he is brahmin.



CG3: Oh thats like the scent of summer. In my college people puke such stinky stuff that….



After completing a Live Size model of Pamela Anderson and INS Vikraant I realize my food has come. I gobble it up and make my exit. 



 

Some post trauma inquiries revealed that these were professionals who were actually working in a nearby company. They were reminiscing. Or whatever the word is.

This is not the story of the pen pencil and Eraser who fought while walking on the Thuvakudi road where pencil met with an accident and Pen was crying. Ok chill, I heard a complex quote and just googled to find the right one.

“Life is the art of drawing without an eraser.” By John W. Gardner

It would have been so different if we were provided with an eraser to wipe out all those moments when you had sincerely wished you could disappear.I bet everyone would have spent half of their life erasing the past, pressing ctrl s only on those beautiful moments they wanted to cherish.But the bad news is we don’t have one. I heard my mom say things like “Don’t scribble” and “Don’t shout” but I didn’t know since when people have started to take them seriously. All I want is an eraser.

Ist mental: “ Naan indha ulaagattaiye azhikka pogiren “.

2nd one: “ I won’t give you eraser “.:P

I saw them as a group of strangers talking an alien language in front of my house in karaikal . My dad and my sister gave me a dare to go and talk to them.I went and sat with them. I did nothing except showing my hands towards a flower (which i later came to know was called idly poo) .They understood and gave me that flower. That was my first communication in the tamizh land, just by signals and expression. Then I learned small cute words like podi, vaadi, naai, pei and many which fall under that group. But the problem was my mom also had been competing with me and learned those words.She threatened to peel my skin off if i used them again. So i like a nice kid used to use them only when the threat was some three kilometers off the vicinity.

Then came my new school. They made me sit next to a girl who knew hindi because I knew hindi( it seems). I shifted my place the very next day next to a tamizh gal who became my best friend and still keeps in touch with me from US. They used to call us to school in the afternoon and make us sleep there with our bags as pillows. Little did they realize its impact on the child who would later go to classes where it is not possible to sleep.The consequence was that the child still sleeps at that time irrespective of its surroundings.

Time ticked by. The ride in the autorikhshaw after the last annual exam of 2nd std got over was so exciting.It was as if i had crossed the biggest hurdle of my life and was in my way to freedom and glory. I closed my eyes and when i opened them again, I was back in school in 3rd std.

I passed all my exams without having to sit in the same class or under the same teacher somehow :). I kept changing schools in between. The first expression or gesture to make friend became a bit more hard as age was piling up( I mean not that big pile too ). I could not gesture to anyone saying “u me friends?” with my hands. They used to think I am from that alien land who would not open her mouth even if the sky falls. I proved them wrong the very next week .By this time they were praying if my mouth will ever close.

Time kept ticking and after the nightmares of entrance exams I landed up in a college called NIT Trichy. I knew a few people ( who did claim to know my name though i am not sure!) from my coaching classes or at least had heard their names from TRS sir while taking attendance. I met the girl who used to keep staring at a tree in my coaching class and never told me why and the girl who at last said my handwriting was neat which brought some fits of laughter to all ppl who read my slam book.My roommate woke me up at five in the morning. I thought she was an early riser ( lol to the power infinty) and did nothing save to follow her. I saw that every soul was awake and thought i would not fit in anywhere near. The next day we woke up at 5:30 and the next day by 6:00. The time kept shifting till it reached its saturation of 8:00. The corridors used to be deserted at around even 7:30 and i said to myself “lol”.

I closed my eyes and when i opened again i was writing my CPC’s.Time ticks by..