Comeback

This is no post which explains my absence from the bogging circuit for the last six months, nor is it a post which portrays exactly what I did in those last six months. But this is just a way to encourage myself to write something more and give me a kick start, because every time I sit on my bed, with Kishore playing in the background and keyboard in my hands, I somehow convince myself that today’s not the right day to restart the updates. Its more of sheer laziness than anything else. So have made up my mind to update more frequently from now on. There were quite a few blog worthy episodes in the last few months. Will update them all in due course of time.

Last few days of coll life!!!

Another 40 days to complete something that I started 4 long years back. Lots of memories, lots of friends to leave behind whom I might never see again. But anyways got to move on with life. And these four years were definitely not so much fun as my 11^th n 12^th. Actually can’t compare the two. Both had their own pros and cons.

A very busy two weeks is awaiting ahead. Got my project presentation on the 3^rd, don’t have much clue bout what’s to be done in my project. Two leisurely trips to Bellary with total VIP treatment everywhere and that was all we did. Oh not to forget the hundreds of snaps for my orkut album and the visit to hampi too. Though with the temperature there, all you had to do is just break an egg and you had an omelet ready.

Returned from Bellary few days back and now sit in library everyday in college to complete our report and ppt thanks to the numerous power cuts at home. Hope we could do something about it as electrical engineers. But frankly speaking I even struggle to change a fused bulb at home. So generating electricity is far-fetched.

Then on the next day of the presentation, have the official farewell bestowed upon us by our dear juniors. I am so sure 75% of my classmates won’t even know a single junior of ours. But rules are rules. We gave our seniors a farewell so should they. We had it in seminar hall, so should they. We gave our seniors some dumb looking memento, so should they. Don’t really understand why these lecturers take all the decisions on behalf of the students. Sometimes feel like confronting them with this question, but then feel it’s all anyways coming to an end. So let it have a happy ending. Hehe…

Hoping that the so called farewell is well handled n executed without any untoward incident and hope we atleast have a little bit of fun. But it’s always better to keep your expectations low on such things.

The very next evening is lini thambi’s brother’s wedding reception. Even though none of us have ever met him or anyone from her family other than her, we decided we’ll go ahead and attend the function since we have no other work to do n it might be our last public appearance as a class at a location outside campus. but as usual lots of differences in opinion n uncalled for problems have errupted in the build up to the event. hehe.. not surprising though since my dear classmates are well known for this.

So that leaves me with Sunday the one day when I gotta slog like hell. Reason Monday Tuesday internals n I don’t even have an average of even close to 15 in any of the subjects. But what ever the case, football always comes to me ahead of studies. So will have to finish a practice session in BEML ground in the morning n then think of studying.

9^th of May is the RV tournament. Me already having taken retirement from college football should not be talking about all this now. But what made me talk of all this was a simple session of football with the new formed team. They looked pathetic on the field. They’ve always been pathetic off the field with countless problems surfacing in their very 1^st tournament together. The very idea of me, making a new look team now never looked to make any sense to me only. There was so much of politics and spats on the field, even just when they were having practice sessions. We all had put an end to all our careers just hoping that our juniors will benefit from this. But they seem to be going from bad to worse. So I just felt the sacrifice I made was not worth it. So in a matter of haste messaged all the old team guys who were all eager to play one last tournament and asked them for their opinion. The response I got made me believe that each one of the so called" old men" had more fire in their belly to perform now than 2 years ago. But hope their legs don’t let them down in their quest for ultimate glory. A fitting finale indeed for so many illustrious careers.

May the 10^th is supposed to be the graduation day. Hmmmm. It does mean a lot to all those who have managed to complete their engineering in these 4 years which they never thought would. It didn’t come as a surprise though when we got the information that there was a dress code. After all, it was CMRIT. What more can one expect. White shirt, black pant. Perfect costume for a waiter in a hotel. Coupled with the robe and the hat, sure will look funny on most of us. I need to steal a digi cam from some1 quickly. All these moments surely will be unforgettable. Hehe...

The next two days happen to be our college fest. Not sure if I’ll be able to make it. It sort of sucked big time last time around. Hope its not the same this time too. But definitely would love to see prince indulge in a fist fight jus like Mr. Sudharshan Reddy last time. Sure my digi cam will come in handy once more. Another of the unforgettables.

Ten or so more days to prepare after that. And the 62^nd, 63^rd, 64^th and 65^th exams of my engineering life will follow. Mostly will manage just clearing those also just like how I’ve done with the other 61. Just hoping i do it in the very 1st attempt unlike few of the other subjects.

Tasted white rum for the first time on hemant’s terrace and actually liked it. Tasted something like vodka. It took all of us to a different world altogether. Amidst the stars and lost in memories. Memories of the last 17 years of friendship. Hmmmm. Some friendships last long, really long. And every moment spent with these people will be cherished for a life time.

010207- The Reunion

All of us were eagerly awaiting this day from quite a few years now. But somehow it never seemed to materialize. When one set of people are free the others are too busy n vice-versa. Finding all of them together in itself was like a mammoth task ahead of us, because since the last 3 years meeting some of the guys who were the very core of the whole group had become as good as impossible. What a tightly knit unit it was once upon a time. Literally unshakeable. Rocked the whole school in those 2 years. Some of the most unforgettable moments in school life were definitely shared with this astounding lot. Whether its bunking Balambal’s or princi’s class to play volley-ball or collectively eyeing leny john madam or watching ‘teach me tonight‘ in the comp lab. Everything we had done, we had done it together. So always if any problem creeps up, all 30 of us were taken to task (there were 30 guys n around 8 truly mind blowing chicks in our class). So teachers could never ever retaliate against us. It was actually a perfect example of the famous saying we have studied in our primary classes. “United we stand, divided we fall”.
So getting a chance to finally meet up with some of them n share a drink with them was like half a dream come true.
Note: very few of us were drunkards when we passed out from school and had never gotten together to even gulp down a few cans of beer ever since.
The whole idea of the get-together happened by chance. Just met up with a few of the guys after a very long time one evening in the Bball court and outta the blue all the other missing characters who had been absconding all these years happened to surface one by one that very evening. Took a stroll down memory lane when we again played football as a team and kicked some junior asses while playing.
So the date for the much awaited get-together which will remain etched in our memories for quite a few years was fixed now after consulting a priest from the bhuvaneshwari nagar temple. All very religious people in our gang and more over all are overtly superstitious. So 1^st of Feb 2007 it’ll be. When all the forces combine and create a hell of a mess in Surabhi gardens. By the way. That was the venue for the occasion. A neat little garden bar n restaurant, a rocks throw away from ma place. We were supposed to meet there at 2 pm since rahu kalam would start at 2 n that would be an ideal time for all the devils to meet again. Wah!! What an auspicious start to the proceedings. Hmmm. Wait. Just the beginning. The game has not started yet.
Some 15 of us were expected to make it. But I would have been more than happy if even 10 turned up. To my surprise the attendance was pretty good. 13 guys made their presence felt on that day. Some on time. Some a little later. But nevertheless, they didn’t disappoint the organizers. Before I start off detailing bout how many bottles of old monk’s were gulped down or how much of nicotine was mixed with the oxygen in the atmosphere or even better, how theatric the after effects were, let me introduce to you the whole cast of this mega event.
Let me start off with the big guns first. M MOHAN, Age 22, final year BHM, only guy in the gang who is studying something different from all of us stupid engineers. The fact that he does not bother attending college is a totally different thing. Mastered in alcoholism very early in life. Just completed a PHD in nicotineology also. All in all. The leader of the whole group.
Bhagirathi govindaiah ANANTHA laxmi narayana. That’s his full name. Age 21, doing Engi in Shimoga. Everybody in the gang jus love to kick his ass. Since a hostelite smoking is just a matter of life. Thought he is a master at drinking too, but he proved me wrong.
Then come the other two hostelites. Nirmal Kumar Jha aka ALU, doing Engi in Kolar, have to accept he has mastered the art in both versions of the game and Arun Bharathi aka KUNJU, doing Engi in Tiptur, a total non smoker, the above quality does not match a hostelites profile actually, but a sound alcoholic.
Y Karthik, doing Engi in RVCE, the nerd of the gang, the brand name RVCE itself tells the whole story. Nobody ever thought someday they might see him wit a glass of vodka in his hand. But reality is reality. This kalla Brahmin also has become a pro now.
The rest of the crew included Abhijeet Dey and Harsh Raj. Both doing Engi. One a pukka drunkard and the other a mild one. Then there is the expert at boozing. Mr. A Chandrashekar aka SHEKAR. Will not just be bothered even if the roof above him collapses when he’s having a drink. But always in control of himself. Next in queue is Ralph Sunny Jose, has tried his hand at everything ranging from Bsc to Engi, now working. Weird character. Can sleep with his eyes open. Hmmm. Very hard to believe isn’t it??
And finally the CMRIT boys. Sanjay K Harinarayanan, has attained license in both versions of the game now, and very well knows his limits.Mandeep Chanana aka BOBBY, amateur at drinking which he proved in great fashion and a non smoker. Karthik Rajashekaran, The only booze n smokes virgin in the gang. Still we managed to coax him into having a few ounces of vodka. Sandeep Balan aka SANDY, started the alcohol therapy much before any of the above mentioned guys but still manages to maintain the same limits. Not too many fluctuations in the graph in the last seven years. A life member of the non-smokers club.
Most of the guys arrived in bikes and were on time for the rendezvous. By the time I reached the place the positions were already occupied n now the kick off hooter was blown. There were the usual hugs n wishes. But guys were excited not of meeting each other but of sharing a drink with the people with whom they share some unforgettable memories. Who in their wildest dreams would have thought of such a party 3 years back when we were still in school n all we use to think of then was play play n more play.
Rum n vodka was the flavour of the day with some beer adding some warmth. Everybody had their own preferences. Slowly the mood started to set in with each one of us sitting with our glasses in tow n savouring the taste of the starters. But the actual fun began when one Mr. Bobby arrived. In the first place he was late. So to make up for it he decided to have rum which he had never tasted before. Now slowly the pace caught up n each one was gulping down one glass after another wit Bobby leading them all. Shekar being his calm n composed self was sitting next to Bob n egging him on to drink more n more n Bob was just obliging to his wishes.
There were lots of stupid talks going on now. Each one had started speaking crap so confidently that he was just encouraging the others also to follow suit. High fives were being exchanged after every small conversation. Old memories were being refreshed again, petty arguments over trivial issues were starting to heat up, everyone seemed to be so much in love with each other that swear words seemed to be flowing in at such a premium n hugs were being exchanged every second minute, In those few minutes it felt as though time stood still on us n all of us were in seventh heaven. From Kunju exhibiting his multi-lingual talent to Anantha cracking his ever so famous PJ’s to the calmness n concentration of Shekar while having his drink. Each one of those little moments was a Kodak moment. He he…
The active smokers were urging the passive ones to break their shackles n to take a few puffs in, but the latter decided not to try anything new n stay put at the stance they had taken at the start of the party.
We were now starting to feel the heat slightly. So every now n then took a walk outside on the road to inhale some fresh air n then come back n continue gulping some more. Most of us had peaked by now n it was almost two hrs since we had made our entry. Mr. Y Karthik made a belated entry in between n straight went on attacking his drink without wasting much time. The experts in the field were enjoying the feel of it, but the amateur’s were slowly giving in.
The first sight of this was Abhijeet going missing all of a sudden. Nobody had any clue where he was. Tried calling on cell n no response. Some of us were actually way too high to even bother bout his whereabouts, so we continued partying. Next to pop was Anantha. He had a cock tail of Beer n Rum suggested by the ever clever Mohan, n he started his omelet sessions next. But it was easy for him since all he had to do was to turn around n puke in the so called garden behind. By now Bob had gulped down four n half glasses of Rum. The rest half glass he had dropped on the floor in the excitement of the matter... He he... in the process breaking the glass also. But he didn’t care a shit. He was more than happy for a first timer in managing to drink so much. Who anyways tends to bother bout the aftereffects.
Within another 15 mins a totally high Bob had lost control of himself. Went n had some good puke sessions buts still, man he was out. Completely. Some of us started panicking now. 3 of them already clean bowled by now, another few in their own world n the rest who are fine helping the people who are out, get back to the pavilion. Outta nowhere Abhijeet surfaces now fit n fine as ever with his ever so standout sunglasses. Just an enquiry into his whereabouts revealed that Sir was happily tucked into the girls loo n enjoyed a sound sleep there for an hour. Crazy shit. Howz that even possible all of us thought. But as they say. “Nothing is Impossible”.
Now we knew our time was fast running out n needed to pack up quickly. So just settled the bill quickly n started the process of taking the injured soldiers of war safely back home. That was the most difficult part though. Somehow managed to put everyone in bikes n rode back to Drdo in a semi drunk state. The next destination was Mes service centre just to refresh ourselves. The fit soldiers tried various means of first aid n second n third to get the injured ones back to normal. But it was not happening that easy. I tried ma hand at football or sorry leg at football in the marginally drunk state. N man. I wasn’t that bad. Managed to kick legs easily, no problem what so ever wit ma eye sight. Everything I looked at looked like a football. God knows how many juniors cursed me then for hitting them without reason.
After all the AIDS, our last throw of the dice was to make the injured soldiers eat something. So we carried them on to the now most happening spot in Drdo. Bagmane Tech Park. N made them swallow some hot n lip smacking dosas. Abhijeet was back in senses now. Anantha too was better. Bob was slowly showing signs of improvement. After some physiotherapy to the wounded ones in was time to bid farewell to all n make sure the soldiers reached back home safely.
Mr. Anantha still had some tough work ahead. He had to get himself onto a bus, go to Majestic, buy train tickets for Shimoga n get into the right compartment n find his seat all in this drunken state n most importantly all alone without anybody’s help. None of us were sure if he’ll be able to come out wit flying colours in this ordeal of his, but by god’s grace everything went fine n Anantha reached his college hostel safely the next morning. Only problem was that the pungent taste of Rum was not letting go of his tongue n everything he ate thereafter just tasted like Rum. Lol. Bob also was dropped back home n managed to carry himself off in a dignified manner just like when a soldier returns home from war. So everyone bid good-bye to the others n vowed to meet up again very soon. Hmmm... What ever happened, whoever got drunk, every single one of us enjoyed to the core. It was just an awesome day for all of us. A day we had been waiting for since very long.
Had to also take Y Karthik back home that night. After getting back home both of us acted perfectly normal. Mom didn’t have a shadow of a doubt that two drunkards have come home. Went to sleep that day wit a lot of satisfaction n pleasure of such a wonderful day. He he. What fun. Hope we could have such fun everyday. But life’s not just bout having fun its something much more than that.

“Friendship is a treasure,

That doesn’t happen, it is earned.”

VTU extravaganza

The final vtu tournament of ma career.. so desperately wanted 2 finish off on a high.. but da very build up 2 the toutnament was irritating. had 2 come 2 the ground straight from the majestic bus stand on ma way back from bellary to attend practice. as usual there was a lot of bad blood between da captain n the players..
Finally managed 2 put al da issues behind n were al geared up 4 da tournament. but stil, there was a spark missin in da whole team. we were definitely lagging a leader n wit so many of us in da final year there was o lot of ego clashes...
even da team composition was not al dat great.. we were a mixture of a bunch of old men coupled wit some fresh inexperienced feet.. so wit al these factors accompanyin us reachin da inter zonals itself would hav been a great achievement 4 us..
so we had practice 4 a few days but stil were not on top of r game.. we actually would hav missed da whole tournament cos of lack of communication between da faculty n players.. we didnt even know when da actual match was supposed 2 be held.
wit al last min prep.. gettin dat dog princi's sign on da form 2 adjustin atleast 10 jerseys 2 findin da way 2 acharya coll(which was located in some halli).. somehow managed 2 overcome al this n we were al ready 2 face da tough opponents.. lol.. (even though we knew da opposition in r zone r not dat great)..
da whole team reached acharya at 9 in da mornin in 2 cars n 5 bikes.. 17 of us includin da always sleepin or smoking junior gokul as r 17th man.. it was a long drive... from there we were sent 2 da bel grounds.. so went 2 dat ground n settled down there in da shades of a huge tree.. we gotta know r match wil oly be in da evenin or sometimes we might not even hav a match da 1st day.. so spent most of da time kicking vinay's ass.. or enjoyin da jack-sat fight.. lol.. it was fun..
finally we played at 6 15 in da evenin.. 7 mins half.. scraped through in a shootout even though we played we..
next day was hectic.. 1st beat alpha.. convincingly.. but match after match i was poppin.. n i was realizin da very fact dat i aint da old sandy anymore.. legs r weak.. passion lost.. etc etc.. i can go on lik dat.. next in line was sit.. if we beat them we r off 2 shimoga..
was a tough match.. scored in this n we again managed 2 win by a whisker.. but da worse part.. 1st time missed a PENALTY in ma coll footbal career.. i knew ma time was nearin.. time 2 hang ma boots.. finals even though of no importance was against mvit.. no1 was even bothered 2 play seroiusly n we surrendered tamely.. nevertheless every1 was over joyed.. wat ever.. we were off 2 SHIMOGA anyways.. so collected r trophy n medals n departed from da ground...
on r way back gotta know results were announced.. as usual one more FC.. don think i'l get an FCD in ma engi life.. but stil.. m overjoyed wit ma results.. clear 4 more.. n m an engineer.. way 2 go sandy.. even though u suck at footbal now u r atleast clearin ur subjects.. lol.. dat gives sandy more satisfaction.. off 2 shimoga in 5 days.. lets c wats in store 4 us there...
congrats 2 da team on reachin da inter zonals.. hope 2 hav a blast there....

" Its always better 2 retire in ur peak"

its al over!!!

Its a very stupid title 2 start off any1's bloggin carrer wit.. but i guess dis is wat fate had in store(m talkin bout da blog, pls don mistake me)..
so many ppl r waitin wit so much anticipation 4 dis much awaited 1st post.. sorry 4 makin al u ppl wait.. da prob actually was not wit me but wit ma comp.. n knowin how good i really am while dealin wit ma comp u ppl can judge 4 urself who da actual culprit is..
hav been fascinated wit dis thin called blog 4 quite sometime now, somethin which i had earlier thought of as not ma cup of tea.. but somethin deep inside me always tends 2 provoke me 2 do stuffs i really don lik..
so slowly slowly lik an ardent student of da game hav been tryin 2 grab da finer aspects of bloggin.. i somehow feel m waverin off da actual topic of da blog.. so let me get back 2 dat now n da finer n finest of aspects of bloggin can wait 4 theit turns..
actually wanted 2 start bloggin jus 2 express myself in a diff way.. but procceded in da wrong direction by tryin 2 get da script ready by penin it down n then postin it.. guess dat approach not gonna be ideal 4 al situations even though m not gonna scrap dat approach 2 bloggin completely.. opps m waverin again..
but sware on u .. i didnt pen dis post down.. its a straight heart 2 keyboard interface.. lol...
pls do grant me permission 4 a nice try or 2 in every post.. if at al it gets outta ur control ignore madi...
oh ya .. comin back 2 da 'its al over ' part.. its supposed 2 be da main subject of dis post
na.. hmmm.. i stil could not believe henry missed so many sitters dat day.. man .. he floppped lik mad... how da hell could he?? he is supposed 2 be ma god no...
before it starts gettin borin n ppl start cursin me 4 such a self obsessed post.. let me make things clear.. some wher i jus fel there is some divine power some force dat stopped me from gettin into a wirpo or a satyam(i cribbed after each of those is a different thing)..
i did go 2 da temple on shivratri
note1: da next day turned out 2 be a special day 4 me
note2: i normally go 2 da temple on al shivratris so didnt wanna miss it dis time
note3: dis is da most important point.. pls note da note...
note 4: we use 2 go 2 temples on shivratris jus 2 check da chicks out( cos al drdo chicks wil surely be spotted ther).. lol.. don wanna mention da names of ma partners in crime here..
so i do believe slightly in some external force( but didnt do so before a few days)
sorry sorry.. don wanna bug 2 much wit dis post.. wil do it da next time..
n ya.. before i forget.. i got placed in capgemini.. so dat was al da post was supposed 2 consist of.. 'ITS AL OVER'..
but i do know there is no end.. its jus da beginnin.. a beginnin of a new life... so as i always say.. ITS AL IN THE GAME


I would never die for my beliefs because i might be wrong