A memorable week

      


                                     HE came to chennai to have an in-plant training. This was the first time he stayed in a metropolitan city for a week. HE is my, sorry was my best friend till my 12th std. HE and me had a similar taste in most of the things. Hence we ended up in relationship with a same girl. Somehow girls have the ability to change best of friends to worst of enemies. This is was two years ago.




                                                     Now he called me and said about his in-plant training. I do not know why he called me. Was it because i was the only known person he had in chennai or because he wanted to renovate our relationship. Being an optimist, I believed the latter and asked him to stay in my room.




                                   
                                                           The first day itself he planned a date with one of his many gf. The big advantage of having smarter friends is that they have a lot of girl friends.In the pretext of showing route to their rendezvous, i intervened in their date. Who wants to act like a gentleman when you know that a pretty girl is only few yards away from you. I had free icecream in Baskin Robbins, ogled a cute girl very closely.Obviously HE is my best friend atleast for these reasons.




                                                         Next day he wanted to watch a movie in one of the hi-fi  theatres. Reciprocating for the free icecream and ogling of the pretty girl, i asked bike from one of my friend to take HE to the movie. At first i was hesitant to ask for the bike but my friend responded as though it was not a big deal. Then i realized not all people are stingy and selfish like me.




                                                       His next plan was to taste alcohol. Being the host we had the pooja in my room, after facing some awkward expressions from my roommates. That night alone i spoke more truth deep from my heart than my entire life.I think HE did the same too.That night we took an unsaid oath that there would be no more fissure in our friendship. If boozing can make us to express our true affection on others, why dont parents allow their children to booze regularly? For next 2days my roommates looked at us as though we had murdered a 5year old girl in that room.





                                                            Before leaving chennai, HE bought me a t-shirt.Though it was rs.120 saravana store t-shirt, i value it as rs.1200 allen solly t-shirt. Only on the night he left chennai i understood how true the quote " WE DO NOT KNOW THE VALUE OF LOVED ONE, WHEN THEY ARE NEAR US"  .




                                       It is not the free icecream, not the girls he knew , not the oc t-shirt but the affection i have for him and HE has for me made him, sorry make him my best friend.




                                                                                      by prem


                                                                                                                         

Blogs for my parents

                   


                                                              Is there any memorable moments in life than when you make your parents feel proud of you? I dont think so. I am going to write about one such very rare moment in my life.Students in my age make their parents proud by representing their nation in some sports, doing some projects in IIT etc etc. But what i could manage to do was just write some blogs and made my parents to feel proud.



                                                                                When i said to my mom that i wrote a blog, she gave an expression that said " niyelam blog eluthriya". No loving and caring mom would say that in words but an intelligent mom can show that in her expression.The reason for that kind of expression she made was because she had seen me in my 5th or 6th grade when i used to memorize my english leave letter 10times, even then i would endup with 6-7 marks out of 10.


                                                                My mom then called my dad to explain the blog to her as though i have written an editorial in hindu that it is so difficult to understand. My dad was always ready and happy to do these kind of works because these are the few occasion when he could dominate my mom.I am sure this is the case in most of the middle class families.




                                                               My chest was expanding so broadly in self-pride when my dad asked me the meaning for a word that i used in my blog. Because my dad who had been teaching me grammar and preaching the importance of english for nearly a decade, did not know the meaning of a word that i knew.


                                                           The best part was that my dad was so proud of me than myself when he asked the meaning. I think these are the small occasions in life where we can feel the love our parents have for us.




                                                                 If writing blogs can bring this much happiness, will i stop writing blogs? not at all. At some point,even if i am out of ideas to write a blog, i have decided to write some important 16marks in my blog, so that my parents may think i have taken my writing to next level.






                                                                                 by prem

End of street sports

                                   
                                         I went to my hometown for semester holidays after a long time.I was bored of watching tv, there was no movie left in my PC to watch and i was tired of taking lot of rest.So i took my old BAS bat and went to our usual ground to play cricket.For me the best form of cricket is neither the TEST nor the T20 but our gully cricket.For a second i thought whether i entered into some park.There were tall grasses,bushes and even some cattles grazing them.It looked like it had been ages since someone played in that ground.


                                                                       I messaged to my friends asking them to come to the ground.But eachone  was busy with their own work.Some went for inplant training to get a useless certificate,Some went for classes to learn new computer languages and others were busy with their girlfriends.They might have thought i am the only one who had no useful work to do.Ofcourse it was 100% true.But i do not know when did dating with a gf had become useful than playing cricket.

                                                                         
                                                                           Leave out the so called budding professionals.What happened to the school kids? Does even school kids go for inplant training? oh ya! They are busy playing smackdown and  fifa in their playstations. There were time when i used to go to ground with my brother just to watch them play.There were dozens of kids like me who used to watch those matches as if they were final matches of a IPL season.


                                                                      I feel pity for this generation school students,who will not have sweat in their forehead other than their games period.To an extend i get angry on their parents for allowing them to sit in an Ac room and play videogames for hours together.Especially parents of this generation must be so concerned in their child's sports activity as the child's academics.Ironically they are happy gifting PS on their ward's birthday,which makes them damn lazy.

                                                                 There are handful of parents who themself do not know the importance of sports. Thank god i am born in 90's. I think my generation will be the last to play in streets and first to use playstation.I feel this generation kids are the starting point for the demise of street sports.

                                                                          There is no wonder that i have to show pictures and videos to my son to make him believe that once sports were played in streets.Thinking all these in my mind, i returned home and started watching tv again. 

                                                                                        by prem

my first love

                         She came to our school only in 7th std. She was tall,fair and had curly hairs which suited her well.You can call this as 'love at first sight'.One thing that made me feel that we were made for each other was,I was the only boy taller than her in the calss.I dont know why all boys at that age thought girls will marry boys only from the same class.


                                           The first scene in our love story was she wrote my name in the blackboard,not in love but for talking in the calss as she was the class prefect.Though i had to put my knee down for 40min,my heart was jumping and dancing as i knew that she knew my name.




                                              Do believe me that i was topper in the class at that time.In the quarterly exam i got 1st rank and she was 2nd.Only then she knew that i was good in my studies.Then onwards the way she saw me changed totally.That day evening when i came home after playing in my friend's house,i was shocked when my dad said that a girl called me in the phone.I almost had my heart in my mouth when my dad confirmed  that it was my heroine who called me.

                                                         






                                            The only good thing that our teachers used to carry to class was the class register.Because it had all students phoneno and address.I memorized her phoneno and address better than the (a+b)2  formula.After someday she asked permission from our class teacher and changed her place in the class to my immediate front bench.Only she and i know that it was not for some short students for whom she blocked the board.


                                                      
                                                  From that day we spoke daily but not for more than 15min.Every night before sleep i used to repeat in my mind all the words spoken by us atleast thrice. I am sure she had done the same too.We were in the same kind of relationship for nearly a couple of years.I think a new word must be found to define the relationship that is between friendship and love.


                                                           After 10th std,hoping to improve my academics further my parents transferred me to another school.After that our intimacy degraded gradually.I wish we had born 5years later so that we would have mobile phone at that age.Now she is one of my many friends in fb who never come online at all.I am nothing more than an acquaintance for her now




                                                     Many kollywood writers say 'our first love will always be somewhere in corner of our heart'  my love is still green and fresh in my heart and will always be.
                                                                           


                                                                                       By prem
                                                                                            

HC student vs MC student

                                                         As far i have seen there are only two types of students, High class and Middle class student.
Ofcourse their class is based on their financial background. Identifying a MC student (middle class) in a group of HC students(high class) or the other way round is too easy.

                                    1)Both HC and MC student will be wearing branded clothes but a HC students's will be an original one and MC students's will be a duplicate one.


                                      2)Both HC and MC student will shop in all hi-fi malls but MC student will have a window shopping.


                                      3)And the main difference is that in HC students's gang there will be a minimum of atleast 3-4 girls whereas in MC student's gang the number of girls will never cross zero.


                                                 There is a huge difference in the way a HC and MC students sees his academics. For most of the HC student having arrear is no big deal. But if a MC student unfortunately has an arrear, he has to face litres of tears from his mom.Hence it is better to sacrifice a few hours of sleep in the day previous to exam rather than facing all the melodrama from their parents.   


                                                  I wonder how a MC student cannot comeup with answers in class which a HC student can manage to do, though a MC will know the answers in most cases.I think the main reason for this is a HC student is more confident than a MC student.But where did this confident come from?


                                                  One reason is that HC students are generally good at spoken english whereas MC students will be good at grammar because we had marks for only grammar.Other reason i feel is that a student's confident is proportional to his financial background.Most of you may not accept with me in this point.


                                                   The main reason for all this differences other than money is, a MC student has responsibilities in his life.As some one said the heaviest burden to carry is to carry nothing.So never try to imitate a HC student.Many of my friends wear sneakers, have their birthday treat in ccd or kfc, watch movies in satyam or pvr.They do this because they try to imitate their HC buddies. 


                     
                Rather than trying to imitate a HC, try to become one.

27th dec

                                 It was the previous day to my semester exam.'I was sincerely studying for my exams' atleast this is what my mother thought.I dont know why all mothers believe their sons to be so good. Before she decided to make a call to me she doubted whether she would be disturbing me.ofcourse she was disturbing me from chatting to my friends on  'ajith vs vijay' the only topic in which all boys would take a stand.

                                             
                                   she had called me to inform that my uncle had planned to have his house warming function on 27th dec,next day to my last exam. I have a doubt whether anna university schedule were considered before fixing the date for the function.If it was not the function of so called 'close relatives' i would have not been compelled by mom to attend the function.So i had no other choice rather than to hear hundreds of "epdi padikara? nalla height aita etc etc"


                                                       Only then i remembered that my close friend's sister's marriage was to be held on 27th dec. Thank god i had a valid reason to bunk my uncle's function. If you are a student you wont find anything unusual in the word bunk.The good thing about indian culture is that there are lot of functions and are only few auspicious days.




                                 Ofcourse i wanted to attend the marriage but the marriage was to be held at salem which means it would cost me rs.500(including travel+gift+food).For students especially hostelites the only problem we have is money. when i calculated the budget to be rs.500,the first thing came to my mind was a full bottle of booze.Thanks to my government for not rising the price of alcohol as petrol. whenever something competes with booze obviously the 'something' loses.so i had concrete reasons to both my uncle and my friend.Ofcourse i have to make sure that they both dont meet eachother.


                                  It was 27th dec,11pm.I was so guilty that i lied to my close friend and my uncle.'When am i going to be true to my close ones if not in these occasions.I could not believe i betrayed them for just some bleddy alcohol'. when these thoghts were running on my mind i got whacked by one of my friend for vomitting on his new mobile phone.Only then i realised that these thoughts were effect of half bottle signature that i had consumed.