Those were the days (Nostalghic moments of a guy with no big memorable moments)

Place: Bharathidasan University Men's Hostel.
Year: 1999-2003


Hostel..
Hostel remains the most memorable place for anyone who has studied staying in a hostel.
In hostel a guy sees the big big world in a colorful panorama.
Me? Is it the same for me. I dont have big colorful moments or tear jerking dramas in my hostel.

I was a lazy bug those times. I always wanted to go home. I never had style and pretended had lot of substance.
But hostel is the place where youth displays itself in its full form. There was Love,Rivalry,Jealousy,Petty fights, Strikes, Sex, Exams, Movies, Tears,Fear, Show-offs, Religion, Teases everything.
Take my hostel.. It fits as any hostel of tamilnadu.
I had few major moments for my life in hostel
I  got introduced to Ashokamitran,Puthumaippithan, Tolstoi, Kalachuvadu only at this time.
I felt life as meaningless at this time. But I know I was enjoying it. I never thought if life is so meaningless how can I enjoy it so much? How can I fear my exams so much (Even now I get dreams that I keep arrears and feel so scared).
Karmugil Lending Library was my source for books those days. Seeing a new book in their always made me feel so happy.
 I never had big moments..No big loves Small loves, No big travels (Inever traveled more than tanjore), No big parties, No big problems too..
My life in college or hostel never was a piece of a Student's life in Tamilnadu.
But still it have so many small beads of memories rolling down my memory lane.
The sodium vapour lamps,
The long walks with friends,
The terrace moon,
The peacocks' mysterious voices,
The Philips tape recorder and the Shakti FM,
The Bard Fest
Everything makes it special.. More than anything it was the 'no responsibilties' feel that was underlying behind each and every moment makes those days more special..
Hmm.. Those were the days.....

Ganapathi Pappa Give me More ya..

In Mumbai, they know to celebrate.. And you have more than enough number of people to bring the
joy,colors and life in its full.
Yesterday I went to the procession in my area (Koparkhairane,Navi Mumbai)
Hundreds of people.. (And its a speck of the main mumbai's crowd).. Colors crackers,fire shows,dance and what more..
crackers were loud enough to frighten dogs,babies and of-course me  (But those who burnt the crackers were not more than 5-8 yr old kids)..
A mother tightly closed her baby's ear squatting on the the middle of the road (yeh.. and the traffic was not diverted.. ) Everyone were sitting on the partition of the road.
BIG idols, Big idols, big idols.... (Again, if in navi mumbai the idols are garden lizards in main mumbai they are 'god'zilla lizards..)
bhel,sugar candies,sev free!!! Free food always tastes a bit more...An Indian never argues on that I say..
Every one danced. Not only kids and young people-from 7-70 everyone. And thats what I like in Mumbaikars. They celebrate.

Ganapathi didnt save a poor bachelor who's too lazy to wash his shirt from the holi colors (arre yaar.. I was not aware colors are not only for holi in mumbai).. Well still I dont have plans to wash that...

Me and Kiruthika had corn. She hand picked the corn proudly declaring she's a girl from the roots of India.. Hmm the corns were tasty.. But I doubt the other corns were tastier....

Anyways on the whole, Ganapathi bappa did gave me more  for the day ya..