Ma Life In College.........

With my marks......... I was not going to get a decent college.Finally landed up in Jaya......Electronics And Communication Engineering. The college was pretty ok.........but the thing that really pissed me off was the students who joined with me..............nobody had my attitude......( if any college frnd is readin this......then iam sorry, i gotta tell the truth...cannot lie in my blog). The students were hopeless.......they were ahhhhhhhh. They spoke in a completely different tone.Some of the words that they used were out of my dictionary. With my attitude ("But I was, is and will be kind of a guy who accepts situation and kind of falls in love with it. This habit has kept me happy in the worst of situations") I was happy with the college.But my friends......who themselves were really hopeless.....complained about the college.This further alienated me from them.This is were I missed my weirdo friends a lot..........If I would have known this before....i would've studied my heart out and gotten into a college were they had good enough students.

First semester was a struggle, i had to constantly console myself.....egging up my spirits.In the second semester, all the ECE students were put in the same class.........this class, i was some what satified with.........by this time I had gotten myself adjusted to the atmosphere.There were people like Smapath......who's the only person with half of my attitude.The only Problem with him is his acads........he's hopeless in that.I really wished that he did better. Apart from him there was Mani (Mr.Cool) who's similar to Kunal........kinda person who constantly keep people around them happy. Other than these guys the hole lot is average(attitude wise).

Again I appologise to all my college students...........guys i'll be cheatin u if i din tell u guys wat i had in my heart. Iam not tellin that u guys r bad.....u r sweet fellaws......but i really cant make up to u guys.You guys gotta understand that Iam a weird fellow.I was born n raised in a completely different environment. Kindly understand me.....n dont hate me....coz i dont hate u......i juz dont go with ur attitude.Kindly do not mistake me.

Back To School!!!!

Finally, finally, after two years, i was able to walk......n it was time for school again.I was happy to be returnin to the routine.......which iam sure most of us hate.But for someone, who was on the bed for 2 years, this was like bein reborn. Back to be among frnds.....to chat.....to laugh......to be punished by teachers. Bein the first day of school after 2 years, i was quite nervous. I had just started walkin.......so there was a limp in ma walk(which made me feel uncomfy).Annie miss was the only person to be really really happy to see me back.Other than her....i was not qiute sure that others remembered me.

Classes were great... i was back among the hussle n bussle of life.To start with i was gettin the best grades in my class(also in da school).Then i met some of the most important persons in my life.To start with Vippin,Nishit,Shajay,Kunal,Prashant,Paulie,Sundar n Afran. These people had the same kind of mindset that I had. I had roamed this planet for 20 god damn years in search of a great friend........and that search came to an end when i met Vippin. I am (stressin the word am) a weird person...i have'nt come across any person who is similar to me. I am a unique peice cretaed by god......I am not sayin that I am good....I am unique in my own way.But Vippin is contradiction to the above statement.Not only him even nishi.....affo belongs to this unique weirdo set. We have the so called "who cares","i don accept you","take acads n stick em deep in ur a#$" kinda attitude. I had a great great time with these guys in the school. It was the best time in my life. Cracking jokes.......remodifying poems(da best was "the yoga").......havin snacks in hindi class ( Sambhar Jaise )....ahhhhhh those were theeeeeee times (underline italicise n bold the word theee). Juz cant describe here.....i dont have any words for that. I have to dedicate a few lines bout Kunal here.Bhai wat can u say bout him.He always kept us well entertained in the class.I thought I was the weirdest thing in this planet....but after meetin him........

And acads.......they sort of began with a bang....then it became from a bang to pow. And exactly a month before the boards....our indian cricket team was tourin pakistan after 13 years.....and u would've guessed by now what happened next............Kaboooooom.....disaster.......................

Ma Accident Part 2

I woke up suddenly from my slumber to find Adithya( the taekwando kid) in front of me.Seein me wakin up, he asked me to relax.And immediately i was unconcious again.I gained coinciousness one more time, saw no one beside me. I was in da ICU. All high tech medical crap was attached to ma body..........i din have any track of time.After this I regained conciousness 3 days later...........and my body was strong enough to face an operation.The same night my leg was operated upon............i cant describe the feelins n emotions which runs sky high at these times.The day later i was operated again on my hand.

Iam thankfull to all ma classmates, friends, teachers,relatives and other people, who helped and offered advice. Everyone on this planet have friends, but me i have godfathers in place of friends. There were tons n tons of frnds in the hospital, who came to see me daily. As I was placed in quarantine, nobody was allowed to enter ma room.I will always owe to my frnds who inspite of havin their board exams, waited for long hours outside the operation theatre, condolling my mom, especially Alex and Preethi who were frequent visitors(as told by my ma), and yet iam unable to see them till day. Wherever u guys are, if u really happen to read this....then iam reaaaaaaaallllly reaaaaaallllly greatful to u guys. There r no words too......

Its in difficult times such as in these.....where u can find the difference between a friend and a greeeaaaaaaaaaaaaat greaaaaaaat friend. Fortunately in my case all of my friends and even people who were only my acquaintance turned out to be the best of best of friends.

Because of the accident i missed two years of my life. I spent these 2 yrs restin on the bed............on the bed for two yrs............without my legs.......and even my right arm was useless.
After two yrs of restin i went back to my alma matter SBOA...........

The Accident Which Changed Everything

My days in SBOA were splendid……..great friends, freakin teachers. What else can one have. Friends like rahul,sundar,sham,bala…..the list goes on. Just was having a bash. Constantly arguing, cracking jokes, laughing like there was no tomorrow, those were some days. I am really thankful to my whole class for those good days.

Plus one went on smoothly. Ya ya academics was a big trouble (I even thought I would fail), but apart from that the year was smashing. And finally the last year of high school was staring at my face. The pressure was high (to score hyper, ET marks), but you know me, I just don’t give a shit about pressure or studies. Final year was no different to other years. I was performing miserably. Unfaced by my dismal performance, I was constantly going out, partying, having a bash. Nearing the half term of our 12th, me and my friends decided to have a last outing before chewing upon the 12th syllabi. We decided to go for a movie (ALAVANDAN….a tamil film). We planned for the day without the knowledge of the terrible things to come.

We meet in front of Priya’s bakery (annanagar….near my school). I boarded the TVS 50 which already had sundar and praveen in it. Praveen drove the vehicle to the traffic junction, where we saw a traffic police. Praveen panicked and the hole world went black……….something was chewing the flesh on my right leg. After some time……..my eyes picked bright light and someone was screeeeeeeeming like hell. Later I realized, that the bright light was coming from the sun……I was lying in the middle of a busy road and it was me, who was screaming. And after realizing that I felt really stupid, I stopped screaming. I started to get up, then I saw my arm (it was bent at three spots….it seemed like it had two more elbows). My body movemenst made me feel my right arm……….. it was the weirdest feeling accompanied with pain beyond description. Then I heard Praveen and the policemen conversing. Someone tried to lift my leg and similarly, as was the case with my arm my legs began to bend……… this gave me such a pain that was out of the world and made me scream. I was hauled to an auto and was taken to an hospital. Some time later my parents came to see me. I can never forget the face of my mom at that instant. There room was filled with doctors and nurses. Me and my mom were talking to each other through our eyes. I said I am sorry ma……….and she said its ok ……iam here now, everything’s gonna be ok. There were no words, just eyes.

Then I was playing in the park of my primary school………. I was fighting with asmaan, manu. I was getting scoldings from my mom. I was fighting with my brother. I felt like I was dreaming, the only difference was that I was dreaming about my past. My entire past was flashing infront of me…….

In Chennai For Da First Time!!!!!

Finally I was in Chennai, my hometown, were all my relatives were. I was happy to be back in the place of my birth. We had our house just buit(we arived there in the year1996). Our house was in kolathur. My parents wanted me to continue studyin in KV and there was no Kv near my house. So me and my brother got admitted in KV ashok nagar. Which was a good 23 km away from my house. Me and my brother had to spend a hour and a half of our day today life in travelling.

On my first day to school, I was shocked to see the massive difference between my past and present school. There were three things that alienated me from the planet in which I was. First thing, nobody spoke hindi, not...... even...........the.......hindi...........teacher. Secondly, there were seperate rows for girls and boys. And thirdly, the first question which my new friends asked me was, what's your total in 6th???So, naturally it took me some time to settle down in this school.

It was first time in my life that I was living without my father. He went to silchar and remained there for a good 4 year more before returning back to us. Those were hard times for my mum without her husband nearby, she used to drop me and my bro at school, go to tharamani for her classes ( those who live in chennai, can really sum up the distance my mum covered in a day), pick us up in the evenin and taught us our lessons in the evening ( not mentioning the household works).

I was a good student earlier, was among the top five in my class. But our move to Chennai had hit my academics pretty hard. Without my father to help out in my studies, my grades in the school were shocking. I just managed to pass each and every year. Finally, I was in the 10th. My father was back in chennai and I was too grown up to be helped by my father in studies. Due to the enormous time consumed in the travelling, I was unable to go to any tution classes. I failed in 2 or 3 subjects in the halfyearly. After which, I slogged for 2 months to come up in terms with 10th cbse. Atlast, I passed 10th scorin 70% and getting a 92 in science.

Now I got admitted in Sboa model(in the year 2000), and little did I know that I was about to be hit by something big that will change my entire life............

My Days In Baroda

I still remember the day, when I got of the train and stepped foot for the first time in Baroda. My mum and my dad already had spent a year there, just before my birth. Shortly after my birth, my dad had got transferred to Delhi. My father’s workplace (IAF base) was in Makarpura (outskirts of Baroda). We rented a single bedroom house in Lakshmipuram. The place was located adj. to a national highway, and just beyond the highway was a biscuit factory (Windsor biscuits).

I got admission in KV, IAF. There were separate schools for the primary and the secondary, and were separated a good 2 or 3 km from each other. I was admitted to the 3 class, and when I saw the school for the first time, I thought I was in some dreamland. The place was awesome, my primary school was …..like ….HEAVEN. It’s the most scenic school, that I have seen in my entire life. Till date nothing has come even close to match the out and out the serenity, the calmness and the heavenliness of my primary school. It had beautiful trees, planned gardens and the location of the school, near a military clinic also helped in further beautifying the place.
I feel very much lucky to have spent my primary schooling days in such a place. I spent three good years of my life in there. I was a huge problem child those days, such a pain in my teacher’s ass. So, I was constantly beaten up, by both, my teachers and especially my parents, for my pranks. My pranks were done on daily basis, and there are too many to be mentioned. Except this one time, where I got into a lot of trouble. When I was in 4th, there was this guy Varun (A Madrasi), he got failed and was sitting with us to do his 4th for the second time. Being one year older to me, he constantly kept pestering me. And finally one day we got into a fight, and I kicked him like shit. He got unconscious and was admitted to the MI room. Once again my parents were called in immediately and the same thing happened, which I think needs no mentioning. Thank God Varun was a Madrasi, like me and this saved me and thank god fairy mother, it really did.

A year after that we got a qwater (IAF residential home). And with that I got a good friend in Abhishake. He was the kid next door, and was a year junior to me. He had an attitude similar to that of an explorer, a Colombus a Vasco DA Gamma in his own right. After school abhi and me would go exploring places. I’ve already told you guys, that IAF camps were situated in a secluded place like a near forest or a desert (away from the city). As long as you are in the camp you were safe and guarded also, but beyond it were terrible places (as our parents told us). This made abhi and me more curious of those places.

After school, abhi, me and my bro (pragi joined us half way through our mission) would explore the perimeters of the camp, making a map, making a tick of any good location. Only after our expeditions, I came to know how barren the land in which we lived in was. In the campus there were lush green gardens, roads completely covered with trees, but outside we had only thorny bushes. We used to hang around a shooting range, which was used by airforce personel ocassionaly. It was a cool place, but kids were forbidden there. So we could only hang out there only if it was deserted.

Another year went along and I was in the secondary school (6th). It was crap when compared with the primary school. But our so called after school visits went along smoothly. By this time, we knew every place in our locality (mostly forbidden places) like the back of our hands. And suddenly, my time in Baroda was over. My father got transferred to Silchar (Assam). As it was a troubled zone (Maoist terror), me, my mum and bro went to our hometown madras (Chennai now). Leaving abhi and every other friend back I went to madras, this time I was a bit sad. But I was, is and will be kind of a guy who accepts situation and kind of falls in love with it. This habit has kept me happy in the worst of situations. And so happily, I boarded the train to madras.

PS : I left Baroda after finishing 6th and I still (I think I’ll, till death) love my primary school, the shooting range, Abhi and our little adventure.

Smashing Gudiya's Eye At The Age Of 5

While in delhi, I studied in Kendriya Vidyalaya (Bawana). I was a very very very mischevious kid.In school, during the recess time,we used to play the game of hurling stones.We used to split into two teams and would hurl stones at each other. The team which inflicted maximum pain would win(barbaric??? we were juz kids).

One day, during the game I was gettin pelted pretty badly. So, I sought refuge behind a broken wall. The opposite team sorounded the wall and I could hear the thudding noises of the stone smashing concrete. I waited some time for the noises to stop. And when they did, I picked up a fairly big rock from the ground and hurled it to the other side. To my utter joy, I heard a cry from the other side. That joy was short lived, I peeked from the side of the wall to see my victim. I was shocked to see a girl whose eye was completely drowned in blood and was crying, or shall we say screaming.

Imediately I was taken to the principal room, my parents were summoned. My mum came, I dont remember the conversation between my mum and principal. But I do remember the whacking which I got that day. It was the first time that my mum had ever beat me. By the end of the day, I felt reaaaaaaaly miserable, giulty to have inflicted such a misery.

Later I came to know that the girl's eye was intact. I had only pierced her eyebrows and I was very much relieved to hear that. That same day, I went to her home(alone). To my surprise her parents treated me really good. And soon we were the thickest of friends.

PS : This is my true story (ask my mum if u dont believe).

Childhood In Dilli (Delhi)

Iam fortunate to have spent my childhood (and all of it, I tell u that) in Delhi. Delhi with its extreme climatic conditions made me stronger physically (I am wriitin this coz it gives me the flow)at a very young age. During the summer the mercury would rise to 43 degree and in winter it would plummet to around 5 degree. Another thing that I liked about Delhi was its foggy weather. As a child, I felt really holistic taking a walk during such days.

My father was in Air Force, and we lived in the IAF camp. The camp was a secluded from the hussle and bussle of the city. It was near a forest (shall we say), were I was excited (I was only 5) to confront wild animals (boars, neelgai or bluebul as we called them, peackock, langoor ). The house (quarter) given to us was pretty big. It was huge for a family of three. It had a garden infront of it, were we grew all sorts of ornamental plants and vegetables.

I guess you can never forget your childhood friends. In my case there was no difference. My friends were Asmaan, Manu and Manpreet. I still remember the day when we left Delhi. All of my friends were a bit sad, but me, I was happy (a__hole). Happy that I was gonna live in a new place, to meet new friends and happy to carry on life.

PS : I left Delhi when i was 6.

Bloggin For The First Time.

Iam not used to this(Bloggin), Iam enjoying holidays these days (gettin bored in house doin nothin). As always durin the holidays, i juz cannot sleep durin nights.

So i blog, for the first time in my life. I've done nothing like this before(i've never written diaries before).In the days to come i'll add new blog entries, that will tell u guys more about me n my life.I think to start-off from the incidents of my childhood (i know that this is sort of a diary).This (bloggin) is another way of keepin track of my life.But dont worry, i will tell u THE MOST interesting things in my lives only.

Through bloggin u gonna understand me better. Well, I strongly believe that a person gets his character, from the situations in life, he's been through. I'll tell u incidence in my lives which r responsible for building up my character. Well, my name is AVINASH (Doin ece, entering 3 year now) and I WELCOME YOU ALL TO MY WONDERLAND......................