Creepy Crawly Creatures! ...........

...... "Yeeiiks!!!!" ......is how most describe a snake...but naaa..hh! ...not me...I have always been fascinated by snakes from even as a child......when I tell anybody that people look at me like I am gone weird!! .... no one not even my family has been able to understand or explain my passion...
So, ok maybe even I have never been able to hold it in my hands or put it round my neck like lord Shiva! ....I see them and I am filled with love for them.. I even was as bold to touch one!!...Ohhh! Ok sooo....the poison had been taken out by the snake charmer!Some one asked me.........sometime back how I got this fascination.....trying to explain it I started thinking ...Is it because I have been seeing too many Indian movies where snakes are treated as Gods and Goddesses......could be! Indian temples do have statues of snake gods....
Talking about snakes my memories fly back to the time when a snake entered my dad's office room- the upper terrace had been converted as office at that time...how it entered no one had any answer...and my Dad had to kill it!! .I was sooo...saaa...ddd! to hear of it .....I know it would have been dangerous to leave it like that...but, still could not something else have been done!! To this day I regret it!.... Anyways, back to my fascination with snakes, ....whatever be the reason for it......I know only that WHEN I see a snake, I am filled with a kinda ......AWE!!!!!!

4. My Day By Train!

The rhythmic sound of the train...and the hypnotic swaying movement was of a kind to put one to sleep....seated by a aisle seat at the rear end of an AC chair car i was on my way to coimbatore for my cousins wedding...though i had been alloted a middle seat, i gave it up for a family travelling together....but i was not bothered by the fact because the seat gave me the advantage of an unobstructed view of the happenings in the train.......the hustle bustle of the vendors crying out for eateries......" Chai, Chai, Masal Chai", "Vadai, Vadai, Cutlets"....and poeple moving about to and fro....getting out and getting in .....having caught the train at the nick of time.....but one aspect that struck me as surpurising was the absence of the beggars singing in their nasal tones....hindi songs with their south india accent! ( a common enough sight in the trains in Kerala even in AC compartments) .......HOWEVER, thinking of the seven to eight hours journey ...i gave a huge sigh! i mean how to spend those hours , when one hasn't carried any book or magazine along.....no worries.....friends i whiled away my time either sleeping, muching away , scribbling my thoughts or watching the going ons....one inccident i remember to date was that of the TC coming in to check the tickets of two young boys who got in by mistake they said...i was somehow touced by that....the boys did not seem to know that it was AC compartment and would have to pay the difference on the ticket! Who knows they could be kidding..but something about it made me saa.....dd!

3. Be My Friend Forever!!

"Forever” is a word which has an important connotation esp in today’s world, where friendships are getting to be more superficial, based mainly on materialistic aspects or other outer gains to one self…don’t get me wrong..but that’s what I have seen of most people( my peers included)…. ..If u ask me the true value of friendship I will just repeat an old quote by someone that goes something like “ To Know the meaning of friendship u can look into a dictionary. But to know how much it means, u need to have a friend! ” …but with my modification that adds one u can argue with…one who would point out your wrongs...but still accept u as u r.

I am really lucky in that matter..because I believe that I have some really good friends ..who have supported me whenever I needed it!! Been there for me…I will try and introduce u to them in this blog of mine.

But, if u had seen me in my school days would never believe it….I was an introvert who did not have much friends and I rarely used to talk much …( if my present friends hear that they will be really surprised for I am supposed to be talkative , their words) ..but all that changed part by part …..i got into college for my degree…that was when I made my two best friends..both bubbly, warm , a little maddd like me….my best friends I am still in touch with ..both r married with kids now..but when we get together we become more like kids ourselves…..they say marriage changes friendships..maybe,.we’re not able to meet as often….because one is in US, the other in England and good old me in Chennai….but still the warmth , the friendship we share remains as good as ever.

Now, on to my post graduation days in Chennai, the Madras University…which was a let down at first when compared to my Graduation days…because the first year I rarely had any friends in my class..but the hostel was different , because here I made friends fast..our gang was of eight girls ..all in different classes…..i never thought it would break..but I spoke too soon…by the end of first year itself..our group started to break..jealousy, fights became a common occurance..still I have no regrets ..because I believe that even with all that …it is a trial of friendships…maybe we were not as good friends as we thought ….as we did not survive it…what ever be! I still love my college days! Because it got me three very good friends….my roommate ….one among our gang..my best friend ever …..still in touch…through phone….also try and meet up whenever in same place..my second best friend….the only guy in class who knows as well…..with him I never feel conscious…and we relate to each other pretty well….the gender factor has never come into play in our friendship. If I am talking about Chennai ..i can rarely forget one more person…..we get along real well…but , u know the best thing about our friendship..we rarely meet……or call each other up..but whenever we dooo..it’s like we’re rarely been apart!

Then comes Bangalore… …..Staying at a PG, even with all the problems I faced …….my triumphs are the friends I acquired there….who to date remains close to me! The one’s I made in the PG, be it my roommate( we get along famously….so what if we may disagree on matters..that has never influenced our friendship) or the other friends ( if i go on to mention each one my blog could very well go on forever) ….I should also make a mention pf my good friend…..in my ex- office….like we say “ Office choot gaya toh kya…..our friendship remains as good as ever!

2. Flying Racquets!!!.......

...He He he...u got me right..that's what I said.......once I get on with my blog u will get an idea....now! where was I? yaah....i would just like to take all u readers to some years back in my life.

Here i was in the garden of my house....playing......Oh! no .......there it goes again...the badminton racquet had flown from my hand...and i was left standing with the shuttle in my hand....and the bat lying a few feet away from me on the ground! It was always the same with me....my brother had despaired of me ever serving the shuttle properly instead of throwing the racquet away...he he he .....finding it hilarious guys? ....I am sure most of u are laughing to your hearts content out there...... I was a kind of person who generally hated any kind of sport...the extent of my interaction with any kind of sport was the one half an hour....of cricket i had watched between India and pakistan....the only one time at my brother's insistence....but could not sit through it any more patiently and i got away from the room...all the time i switch channels if sports is on....or leave the room if someone else is watching it......but, somehow i was always fascinated by the game " Badminton".......though i never had the patience to watch even that on TV....so, my family came up with the idea to teach me the game.....also it would be some kind of excercise for me.......... how were they to know that it would end up in real hard work.....not just for me...but for them as well.......... i mean half the time i had to bend down to pick up the shuttle....

However, in some time following the combined effort of my family i was able to atleast hit the shuttle properly....even if i had to throw the shuttle into air before hitting it! ........and as time went on .....I somehow learnt to serve proper .....he he he..i meant the shuttle ok? .....so there was no more racquets flying around.....when i play!..........Well... i guess that is something atleast......though i still had to pick up my shuttle more often.......and my serve would never be good enough ...i am more often prone to missing the shuttle then hit it....but! what the hell! ......the bat at least remains in my hand!! That, is some kind of achievement.......he he he! FOR ME!!!!!

.......Eh! Latin or Greek!!??

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.....well, that's it i guess about my Hostel.......One, silver linning in the cloud was however, that the girls at the hostel were very friendly.....I found that most knew english..so. communication would not be a problem i thought.......But, was it ever that easy....i mean i met my room mate.. "English", she said.."i can understand little...but am unable to speak...Do u know, Hindi?'' was the answer that met my query..... Well, all was not lost.. i mean i could understand Hindi, pretty good....but i had never to date had a conversation in that language.......Choice was mine.....it had to be either Hindi...or sign language..gathering all my courage i started to speak in broken Hindi..well, all was not bad....at least she was able to understand me..that was something.....Well, so something atleast was looking promising.. i mean i should have no problem conversing with the students..and they were all quite friendly..However, problem arose when more than one localite got together..then i was quite forgotten....i might not have existed at all....They start to chat away in Kannda......Kannada-A south Indian Language!!?? It sounded more like Greek or Latin to me....Did i say Greek or Latin.....no..way's at that moment even greek and latin seemed more simple. ....( even to date....after two years stay in Bangalore...still Kannada is a foreign Language to me!)

But, it was definitely not all bad, there.....the classes were excellent ..and so were the teacher's really good ..Oh! good...at least there i had two or three people to talk with me in Malayalam.... i never knew i loved my language soooo muchhh... I had just settled in...when it was time for me to go...ten days were over.....But, i knew i would have to come back again for my exams ( which i did) ....at least this time i knew what to expect...And do u know something i somehow scraped thrugh the exams....despite having no time to study.. Is'nt that just gree....aatt! NEWS.

Alien Nation! to continue.......

Here..... i was, at last in Mysore. Had got the admission for the Post P.U.C Diploma course of Journalism with Karnataka Open University, with much difficulty. ....So, finally my parents came along to drop me at the hostel for ten days of contact classes that i had to attend there. ......And as soon as i reached the University i fell in love with the campus....It was so beautiful and Calm there....However, my exitement was short -lived, becuase very soon i was taken up to my room.......Hey! did i say room?....looked more like a cell to me. ...( not that i had any experience of a cell to know what it looks like.....anyways, it was a small room with a window at the far end...and an iron cot in it......not to mention that the wall was covered with cobwebs......Wasn't that just greeaa.....ttt! and i had to stay there for ten days....That was my room...but i somehow swallowed my despair at the condition of my room and put on a brave face in front of my parents..and they finally left........

Now, if i am describing my hostel room...how can i leave the bathroom out......But, i was quite positive it would not be all that baa...dd!

And, actually it was fine i guess......except for the fact that once while having bath i looked up to see a spider , worm and much more on the wall..I guess maybe they were waiting for their turn to have a bath..eh!?.......and to top it all how can one forget the dog's running around the hostel campus....Dog , maybe a man's best friend....but i was sooo... scared of dogs that i used to walk along the roads criss-cross once i saw one ahead..and here i had to tolerate not just one or two but four dogs!!!....

1. Alien Nation!

"Aey! don't be mislead by the title of my blog...i am definitely not going into any more movie reviews..in fact this blog has got no relation at all to the movie, "Alien Nation"..... i am merely going to give u all a small glimpse of my past...of my stay at the Mysore University hostel....during my Post-P.U.C--Open diploma course in Journalism.

In fact my ambition had had a sudden change from Architecture to Journalism......i was sooo much interested that i joined for a Post P.U.C Diploma at the Mysore Open University, even as i was in my second year of B.A....It was basically part of distance education ....but i was required to attend a eight days of classes there and would also have to go back again for the exams..and i had no objection to it...Thus started my days at Mysore hostel.


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