Days of Heaven!!!

Hi friends...

This is Nelson writing to you.I really don't have any interest in creating blog and sharing things about me.But I realized that I have to put my concern over something which I lack.So here I am...

The first creation of everyone is getting carved from the best moments of his life and mine is not the exception for this.

I swear you will have a better time reading this.So please don't stop without completing it.I know you won't.(I bet you can't).Have a good time!
The book that I am going to leave here is a tribute to my college days and to my friends.

College days are the most beautiful time a human could probably have.So by this time you might have guessed what this book is all about.Yes....My college life and my being with friends.

My lovable pens are running here after the full stop of my college days...Believing that,On some day my meaningful lines would turn into colorful memories,I am dropping my scribbles here. Welcome you,my beloved reader.

So here we go to 'DAYS OF HEAVEN'.


About the author?? You want some lines?.. You are given.

This is I am..
I put people who don't know me and people who don't want to know me
in the same dust bin.This may be wrong.But I like it in this way.Don't blame me.I think its better to miss some people to get yourself in a culminate position.I am on the way to that.Expecting all sort of comments,this book is to be continued.So at last I am taking you to my world.
Follow me..

I think a small introduction of my schooling would light up the read before getting into my college life.There is nothing much about my school life.But I experienced a different style in taking up my school education(Without any conscious about my future)from many others.It was a total crap.Who cared about personal interests;who cared about the things which are live and quite interesting? They taught me how to engulf the text book before exams.I hate that system.But it was an obligation and I followed that.In my class I never stood out for any cost(I mean I was an outstanding student:))Among the people who were least bothered about tamil,my father took a firm decision and made me learn through it.At that time I didn't know whether that was a good thing for me or not.But I had to suffer a lot later.After ten years of studies I was thrown into a group of people who cared the english language as the medium of instruction.I became blind with my impeccable eyes for some tough months and I struggled a lot to manage myself in the final exams of secondary education.I secured a reasonable and respectful score and my average performance in the entrance exam took me to the top college of Pondicherry.I never wanted to smell the hell of engineering and any stuffs pertained to it.But I did.It happened.I found Biology was the most interesting subject and the exuberance I had over it road me to take a stethoscope.But I failed getting a privileged medical college like other elite people did.I didn't want to take up any other private institution to achieve my passion or goal( whatever..It didn't happen)as they charged much.So I thought it would be better if I take any course in a Govt college even if I don't have any idea about it.

That is a story of my taking IT department in PEC and I didn't know even the abc of IT when I took that course and of course even after finishing my B.tech.:)I wanted to blame someone for that.I am sure this happening for me has nothing to do with my father and I can't blame him. Many answer-less questions struck me heavily like 'Why the hell did you do that if you don't have any interest?'.As I said I have no answers.I was a slave for my situation.

I remember the day I left my father's hand.The first day of my college.Aug 8 2006.I looked younger and too early for college.'This is not a school bus' My seniors giggled as I boarded the college bus.New faces everywhere.So this is the institution where I am going to learn something for the next four years,I said to myself. 'Please do not indulge in ragging' a notice board at the entrance added some confidence yet my heart beat at double the rate.I thanked all the teachers who made me step here as an engineering student.But if I had joined a medical college I would have thanked them deep from my heart.It didn't happen.They directed us to a temple inside our campus being the first day.My mom followed me as if I am newly adopted to walk.I appreciated an agnostic thought by standing outside the temple.I don't know why.I never had any interest in godliness and I don't believe any virtual stuffs.

I realized that I am doing engineering with the people who top their schools.It was exciting but at the same time an unusual anxiety drove me to sweat.'You deserve this really?' I questioned myself.I took the first bench as my school habit followed.I felt like I entered a country where Tamil language is no more appreciated.Generally first bench students should have very good response even if they don't have any answers.Getting good impression is one of the major things that one should have to earn good grades.My keeping mum has two genuine reasons.First one is I don't have any reasonable answer obviously;secondly I am not smart enough to bluff or to shout some non-sense along with others.I can't be idle when someone is standing in front of me and searching the damn answers from my perplexed face.I hated that feel.I had given a try and it went a big flop.So I decided not to be a first bench student anymore.Getting smart is easy if you stick with the last bench(I realized this after finishing my college).But I didn't want to get smart all the sudden.So I went back to sit in the middle without any meddle.It is a pleasure if you are welcome by the people who have the same frequency as that of yours.I joined them.The more the distance you sit,the lesser will be the concentration.Science has given many wonderful things to this world and of those this is the first thing I proved without any lab work.I hindered certain things from getting into my mind and I started hating the lecturers and their non-stoppable lectures for no reasons.I wanted to get over that.I needed some change.

After that I came to know many had the same feeling of mine and we grouped with a natural bond.From then on we have been sailing on the same boat.Its a mandatory that a group formed should bear a name for it.We named it as 'SPARTANS' after a noon show from Ratna theater:).That was a first film with my college friends after bunking the class.

Well...I can say I am the leader of Spartans(In case my other Spartans are blind at this:)).But it is true that I had a great hand in my team and making my friends happy.It is believed that we, the Spartans defined the beautiful four letter word 'Love' and still we are leading the world through it.Being an example to everyone is a privilege.But it seemed everyone of us has got that already.

I know that I am not good liar.Well..how was that???

We have been through serious discussion on how to make others happy.I think this is the basic quality a human should have.Our bond happened to be stronger than ionic.Day by day its getting harder and harder.This bond taught me many thing which no one could lecture standing in front of the black board.

For the first time in my life I started to spend more time with my friends.It was completely new and different.I opened up all my directions to have some friendly breeze.Rich thoughts were beyond the limit to reach.I struggled to figure out what is life like a mindless idiot and started learning things.Some consciously.Some unconsciously.If I look back from where I am,the path I trudged would be a total mess.My graph would be very complex.The number of downs would be more than the number of ups.Awful!

I couldn't stop myself saying that I stepped up the stage to make some stand up comedies in the name of seminars.I made everyone laugh staying out of my mind.So unknowingly everyone in the class became thankful to me.

If I had taken it in this way,I would have not felt bad on that day.

Even your best friend would be a stranger when you meet him/her for the first time.But for me strangers lasted as strangers.Generally I am so reserved.But it was more than that when I entered the college.I was trying to play alone;wanted to touch the volleyball staying out of the box.But I didn't want to stand against my hormones.So what I did?.I let them play.Like everyone,I also had many crushes.When your vision shoots some exceptionally fair girls,who wants to be an exception?.So I enjoyed myself having glimpse of those babes and I always wanted to go beyond that.But I know I am not that capable.

I don't want to waste some kbs telling about my studies and exams.Moreover my grade sheets are not good enough to look at.This studying so sucks.For this unfair thing I lost my everything.This is the way my parents used to bother me.'Now you are in the serious 10th class.So Prepare well otherwise you won't get into biology'(As they knew I was interested in medicine).Once I got into biology they started telling 'This is the crucial part of your life.Recognize yourself;Get ready;Go for your goal.If you miss,your life will be a mess'.What the hell??

All I want to ask my parents is this.'Don't you know that I am damn interested in cricket rather than anything else?.Would you please care for that also?'.Anyway I didn't take their words seriously.I enjoyed my going with cricket most of the time.But my parents were right.For this beautiful game,I flunked my goal finally.

What kind of design is this?. If you want to master your studies,you should be ready to loose some funs and if you want to enjoy the funs,you need to relax your studies.That too in country like India you can never have both on your side.This is fucking unfair.So after getting into college, I was trying to be in the way I liked.I didn't want to have any burden on my head.No restriction;nothing at all.The 'do things and do not things' makes no difference for me.I went along.

The terms like capacitors,registers,pipette,galvanometer highly annoyed me.Getting internal marks was not a big deal though in first year.We had the subjects which are common to all the departments.The funny thing is when I am enjoying the real environment of my college,they taught environmental engineering inside the class. The other department lecturers were keen to put a healthy internal to everyone.Some fellows went after them for boosting their internals from 20 to 25.But I thought a 15 crossed score would be a wonder to get my papers cleared.I did pass my papers with disappointing grades and I felt little bad for my unacceptable performance in the first semester.Some hands patted my shoulder in consoling act.I never wanted someone soothe me but it was warm enough to relax myself when I was depressed.After that I indeed needed many hands and we tied with a persistent relationship.

Cricket again tampered my thoughts.I started playing the free hours and I never hesitated to walk a long run to the ground.The spirit I had in cricket made me dance for no music.My daily visit to the ground earned me many friends and appreciators.Many praised my prudent play and they wanted me in the ground everyday.That was when I started bunking classes.'If cricket is a religion,sachin is my god' I voted the quote.Like sachin in cricket I have no one to inspire in Information technology.It was not my fault(and I am not accusing anyone).So the dirty players in the ground looked smarter than the lecturers who spent no sweat in the department.

So my first year ended with no Information and no Technology.I can't believe that I became a senior and entered the department.New class room welcome us and we felt the warmth of our seniors there.We started to find a permanent place to unzip our gossips and we ended with library backside.Our routine formed with library after class room and canteen after the library.Sarcasms ran around and we struggled to shut our burst to laugh all the time.I was unnoticed by the department until a day.I met with an unexpected incident which projected me badly to the HOD.She was taking class and even my bench refrained to listen.Unfortunately I had forgot to have my mobile in the silent mode and I was caught when it started screaming.She eyed me as if the show was done deliberately and I was warned badly.Since then on,my life turned a bit funny and I started to get caught frequently.Since my first impression was not good I couldn't give the right impression later.It continued.....

Likewise some unexpected incidents(accidents)put us on the side which generally lecturers hate.The obnoxious things we did against every formal thing road us in an unsuccessful path and also I should say we deserve it.As we can't justify our doings,we stood tongue-tied all the time.So they put all of us in a group and stamped us 'USELESS IDIOTS' forgetting our great entry to the college with flying colors.We had to spend most of the time outside the class.When we said 'bye' to our classmates it was time for us to wander the campus.

Our campus looked so young during the winter.It was so colorful and no one would want to get off the campus even after the classes.The things that are wet added some beauty to our college(Think straight you filthy).We lived every day.Some strange questions followed me.Why do boys get driven when looking at girls?.Girls do sight like boys? If they do,how would they feel? Are they really not interested or they do pretend as if they are not? Why would I care? Would my mind stop asking these kinda questions? I don't have to give a damn about this.Its because I am a boy and its nature.Its Science(wanted to justify myself).I wondered if I could join any university offering PH.D in women psychology.They are not really easy as they look.But they are not really tough too:)(Why? You will come to know later.)I don't agree if you say girls are better companions.Of course they are good to talk with.But you can't take your own advantages like you do with boys.We wanted more and more fair girls every year.Our no wish turned true as usual.Anyway PEC has its own reputation by not having even countable good looking girls in its campus:).I wondered if they could admit the girls only based on their beauties.But no way.If a girl looked good,she might have not been admitted in PEC and if a girl gets a seat in PEC she won't be beautiful.This is a survey we have taken spending time in the admission counseling every year.

I had been surrounded and burdened by some helpless thoughts and that kept me silent all the time.I don't know whether or not I liked my silence.But they broke it.My friends.I mean them a lot.They broke my silence and now I am very happy for my present.There can be no laugh without jokes;there can be no pain without hurts.And you know what? We have experienced both at the same time.With that we came to know to what extend we can tighten up our stomach.The witty languages helped us and we had our own style to poke others smile atleast.Whatever we do and however we argue,the resilience power we had on friendship was amazing.The contradiction and the dispute we had,helped us to strong up our bond everyday.'Life is not meant to be taken seriously as we are really temporary here.We are not even sure of making a life beyond 50.Do we really need to get worked up all the time?.Relax yourself.Bunk some classes.Try to Score low marks in few exams(You don't need to try really.Just be as you are,lol).Flunk up some interviews.Fall in love.Get your eyes wet when do you laugh.This is life.Isn't it?.We are not just a programmed devise',I wanted to advise someone.

I have never been like this in my life.Getting into exam hall without preparing anything was very strange.But somehow we used to get average internals.The word 'somehow' has its own meanings.We are very active and smart during the one hour internal exams.We invented various techniques to tackle the one who is standing in front and invigilating us.There are some exams for which we have prepared the answers even before the exam starts.You don't believe this,do you?.So these kinda acts helped us to develop our co-ordination,management skill,decision making,guessing talent and everything.So obviously you are going to miss all these talents which are indeed vital to the life if you opt for study and write the exams:)

Pecofes is one of the most popular cultural meets wherein people from many colleges recreated gathering.It goes three days and we could see the organizing activities starting from a month before.A piece of music would be adapted for performance by a particular set of voices or instruments.Fashion show would be the highlight of all and we won't miss it(how long we could depend on tv:)).We can't go to other colleges and look out the girls walking.That won't be fair and we are not interested too:).So fashion show would be a legalized choice for us.Choreography would be equally good.Many troupes step the stage to entertain us.But who cares?.We will have our own party down the stage.Everyone is dancer.Everyone is singer.Boozed up guys,never minding securities,giggling girls after our comments,hospitality of the hostelers would be memorable forever.I miss those days really.

We never forget any birthday.Calls and messages beeps around 12am.The best thing I can do for them is to be awake and attend the call.Getting wishes from friends before my parents do is something strange to me.We cut cakes at beach.The oily creams of the cake turns as facial creams.We filled up even one's nostrils:).That would be the longest day probably for anyone who is on birthday.New dresses as gift and to preserve forever.Oh my friends!!.I thank you all.

'Who are here with no interest on IT?'a mam from my department raised a question.Her first talk apart from the subject made me listen without any condition.I raised my hand in reflex and I could see many others raising after me.'I am here because I had no choice' I wanted to shout.'But in life very few are becoming what they wanted to be.Its not everyone.Of course you have chosen an uninteresting path.Why can't you get used to IT?',I asked myself.But it seemed the lazy boy in me was not interested in getting interest.I don't want to justify myself.Yes,I was pathetic and absolutely wrong.

Some were pursuing their studies after their interest and we get their help in the time of exam.So its not an excess if I say 'we lived together'.Though we said literally 'no' to girls,there had been some leakage around us all the time.Its quite nature.Isn't?.When a girl cross us,we pass interesting commands(that make her smile) or we don't.

I got sign in my record work and the programs in that were really tough and challenging:).The codes resembled the ciphers that played a major role in world war.There was no tough in preparing my record(getting print outs would be that hard?).But when they asked me to write a code on my own,I was petrified.I had to copy in the lab exam keeping a cell on my side.My hands trembled as if a doctor's who is on his lovers operation.A 'not a good copier' was caught unfortunately copying and so the others.So mam found the inexperience we had over copying and punished us giving 'F' grade. .A bunch of arrears in the 4th sem drowned me to death.I knew that I would get arrears but I didn't expect no 4 at a time.I felt bad like crying.A man in me stopped.The abject went off very soon.It took maximum a day.
So whats next?.I started my routine again:).

I don't know why I got so excited when my dad spoke about the shifting of our home to a new quarters.Oh..I forgot.My father is a school teacher and he was given a house for rent.We planned to make use that.I entered the quarters with lots of expectation.If you think about a 20 yr old boy entering a quarters having 100 houses in it,what would be his prime expectations?.But all in vain.It never happened.My exuberance was nullified.The oldies about to retire enjoyed the campus.

I(t) was hot:) and I joined swimming.But it more helped me getting rude and I left it after getting some confidence.My visit to the nearby ground helped me killing some time.I wandered everywhere taking my cycle.Pedaling the cycle for a long distance was not so easy.But I liked it rather than being in home.That was my first heroic day.I finished my roaming and I turned back to ensure the vehicle free road to cross.A 'new ladybird' followed me.She seemed new for the cycle riding.If look could really kill,I was already dead.She was gorgeous.I wanted to become an hero and I followed her:).The moment and my thoughts pushed me forward.I was crawling after her like an intended slow racer.The paths were getting converged and suddenly she stopped.I got stunned when she voiced 'daddy'.I have given a tight pedal to speed up.She gave me a disgusting look and I replied a smile while crossing her.'Why are you so pissed?'I asked myself and came home.'Beauty is the most attractive thing in the world',I came to a conclusion.

Holidays ended and heading again to my beautiful campus.I got into third year now.I felt some changes in my mindset and activities.I got to know some more faces.I felt my moving with new people is of no hesitation.Is that to mean I have grown up?.

I started arguing different thoughts with myself.Funny???.Whats so funny?.There is no rule like,an argument needs necessarily two persons.Of course its not good,I know that.If it continues,you will become mad.'I don't need this.I will get over this soon',I encouraged myself.

I started going films with friends.I don't know why I used to go alone until my second year.Some why's in my life really have no answers.This why is one of those.Is there a problem with the environment that brought me up?.I wanted to criticize something or someone for that.

I added some more weight to myself.My cheek got some flesh and my mustache and beard gave some strength to my look.I looked better than before.In these ages(I mean when you are young),If you look good,you can't be just idle.You would concentrate and care your look.You dress well and you would count the number of hits on you.You can't say 'no' to it.If you stand and think beyond that,(it means)you became older.I don't want to be so matured during my 20's.So I just enjoyed all the weird things that happened to me.It was beautiful.I felt the hot blood flooding through my veins in joy when some girls are eying me:)

Tour is an important part of college life along with studies.So considering both, our HOD signed for a study tour to kerala.We had to visit an industry and to make a report.We call it 'Industrial Visit' in a professional language.








-To be continued.

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My fans...

Fans are tube lights.. Just like you,for me..:)

Come up..

As long as the talents are buried ,you are also a stinking dead body.

Clear thought.

Be brisk with the words that are going to be the identification for you in the society.

Figure

There is nothing wrong in giving a figure to your thoughts and giving your thoughts to a figure.DO it!!

The truth.Say no to it?

If u accept that you dont know something,there will be a chance to improve yourself.But if you dont accept that you dont know something hardly you have a chance to improve yorself.

My she should be....

She need not be that beautiful.But she should know how to make everything beautiful.

This s i am..

I dont mind even if my mind scribbles or bluff something.But i am afraid they would cath me!!!

Try this...It works!!!

Hey girl...I want to be the driver of your future.Give me the license if you trust me!!

From a desperate man....

All i need is just a beautiful hand which pulls me up when I am sinking.

A boy to his pa.

I think i got into the real world and i came to know how it works.Leave my hand daddy.I am well balanced.

A profound saying

Always...A perfect man and a woman wont stop at friendship.They go beyond and make love!!.If you are not perfect,just be my friend.I don't mind.

A question to her...

Great people think alike.
Also the great fools.
Can we be either of these dear?:)

My last statement on her...

Why you came nearer..
why you went farther..
It all seems like an illusion.
But I dont know why it pains.
I miss you.

With true love...

I am getting familiar with my lonliness as today is the last day with you.

Be Cool.....

I think today is not my last day to learn everything in this world.Let me go on.

Rape

Its a desire of a man which makes a woman to have the forced ecstasy.

Attitude

When you start stinking at the centre of the earth,dont try to stay away.Do make others to smell you.

I am waiting.

Every second of my day is convincing me that you will be here in the next second!!

Genius?

I am also a genius as far as there are people who shake their heads for my music.

About her...

She bombarded me with breeze and blossoms;left a flirtatious smile;provoked me to say the most beautiful word in the world.Then...She said 'no' and started breezing the next one.:(

This is how I am...

Girls call me 'naughty' as at all time I do some favours for them.

Let others and enjoy their coming up!!!

There are lot of Sachins around you to bat yet.Let them and if you don't mind,just encourage them.

Just know about me

My network says....

I am an IP packet wandering alone and looking for the destination having its header lost.