Before going into the Second year, the NSO camp of the first year has to be mentioned. It was a very great experience. The running, mess food, yoga classes, sleeping on the terrace, escaping and going home. Here, we did one more thing when we sneaked through the hostel gate and went for a movie at night. It was a Hindi movie and as I did not know hindi I just had to see the heroine of the movie. Those ten days were great fun and I got new friends there. I played Shuttle Badminton in the camp and since then I have played Shuttle Badminton only a very few times.
Second year we slowly started moving away from the studious attitude and we started involving in other activities. Marks did not matter any more. We started participating in various programming contests and I got close with the most brilliant students of the class. And my god, they were BRILLIANT. There was difference in each and every person in the class. In our second year we went on a tour to Bangalore, Mysore and it was called an Industrial Visit. But many just saw the company from outside. It was great fun and our OS staff could not do any hindrance to it inspite of her efforts.
Third year, we planned to start a company but people suddenly realized it is not going to happen and started quitting from that thought, may be it was a wise decision not to start and face a big flop. Myself and my friend wrote a paper and implemented the idea and went to some college and presented it and won prizes for it. It is the credit to my friend for putting the simple idea in complicated terminologies. My birthday in that year was celebrated so well that I could not forget it. We went to the Marina, cut cakes and had great enjoyment.
We went for two more visits that year. One was to Munnar, Cochin, Ernakulam and around. And the other was an incredible trip to Parson's Valley, Ooty. Parson's Valley trip can never be forgotten. That trekking was awesome, adventurous. I saw natural ice and a brook for the first time, to my memory. Only a very few students went for that trip. I am collecting photos of those trips and soon will post them. As you could easily realize, I am rushing years very easily, since there was nothing so unique, that happened in my life. Thorough enjoyment with laziness no less or no more. Unique events or happenings become slightly unbloggable.
These two years we have played cricket quite often. I remember some of the matches where I went opening and played dead slow and created tension and won them. There were great cricketers in our class. There were people who could bowl really fast. We used play between the two batches and there will be clashes at the end and all were fun. I will continue with the final year happenings in my next post!
Friday, July 27, 2007
Sunday, July 22, 2007
College Fresher
I got a seat in Open Competition in Com.Sci & Engg. in the best college of the University. This has turned out to be the wisest decision I could have taken than to have opted for some other discipline or college. I have seen a lot of great students, brilliance and talent personified. So the first year is where a lot of things happen and it is fun to think of them. In the first semester, I was in the special batch of foreign language students. I had opted for French. My hostel room mates were all from my same native. There was one another similar person to me in the room whom I met for the first time only in my college. He is still residing with me.
Both of us were very lazy and were not at all interested in putting in hard work after all both of us were tired of studying too much for +2 exams. The other two were quite sincere in the beginning. One left after a month to pursue his medicine studies. Hostel was ok but the mess was pathetic. I never used to have food there. Once lizard had fallen in the food and I have even had food in the mess that day. So first year -> ragging!!
Ragging was very mild to me when I listened to the stories of many other fellow class mates. I never went to the Senior hostel for a long time. I went once and escaped somehow. Three instances alone I remember when I was ragged. Once at night in the bunk canteen, some senior asked me to propose for him to his classmate and I did. Then some more naughty questions as usual and as expected. Anytime you met a senior you would be called to their hostel block. I avoided many.
Then it was in French committee inauguration of the year, many were ragged in a well planned way. I was made up like a tribal person with leaves, ink, toothpaste and all sorts of ladies cosmetics and commodities. Then in Freshers' party as usual they made me a messenger and I had to convey many things between a senior boy and a girl. Everything they did to me in ragging were highly acceptable. Our college way of asking name to a senior is "Might mighty senior sir, dirty dirty junior sir, may sir I sir know sir your sir name sir sir sir?" and I have told this quite a number of times.
Then in first semester, being new to Chennai we had to see some places in Chennai first. We have gone for bowling, multiplexes, watched movies back to back and led a very very normal college life except that I could not have food in my mess. It was simply scary and it forced me to call my mother and make her shift to Chennai for the next semester.
First semester was laziness to the peak. Workshop was a torture and boring. Second semester we had Engineering drawing and I hated it to the core. Apart from these two rest of the courses were fine. I got to know many hostel students and after I became a day-scholar I came to know many day-scholars as well. This is a real good thing to know many people. First year, we studied as well. My highest GPA in college was in the first semester with 9.04/10 and my eight semester CGPA graph plot will be one with a negative slope. Too many things have happened but it is too difficult to narrate in short. I will continue soon with more on my college life, studies, tours, treats, Chennai city etc.
Both of us were very lazy and were not at all interested in putting in hard work after all both of us were tired of studying too much for +2 exams. The other two were quite sincere in the beginning. One left after a month to pursue his medicine studies. Hostel was ok but the mess was pathetic. I never used to have food there. Once lizard had fallen in the food and I have even had food in the mess that day. So first year -> ragging!!
Ragging was very mild to me when I listened to the stories of many other fellow class mates. I never went to the Senior hostel for a long time. I went once and escaped somehow. Three instances alone I remember when I was ragged. Once at night in the bunk canteen, some senior asked me to propose for him to his classmate and I did. Then some more naughty questions as usual and as expected. Anytime you met a senior you would be called to their hostel block. I avoided many.
Then it was in French committee inauguration of the year, many were ragged in a well planned way. I was made up like a tribal person with leaves, ink, toothpaste and all sorts of ladies cosmetics and commodities. Then in Freshers' party as usual they made me a messenger and I had to convey many things between a senior boy and a girl. Everything they did to me in ragging were highly acceptable. Our college way of asking name to a senior is "Might mighty senior sir, dirty dirty junior sir, may sir I sir know sir your sir name sir sir sir?" and I have told this quite a number of times.
Then in first semester, being new to Chennai we had to see some places in Chennai first. We have gone for bowling, multiplexes, watched movies back to back and led a very very normal college life except that I could not have food in my mess. It was simply scary and it forced me to call my mother and make her shift to Chennai for the next semester.
First semester was laziness to the peak. Workshop was a torture and boring. Second semester we had Engineering drawing and I hated it to the core. Apart from these two rest of the courses were fine. I got to know many hostel students and after I became a day-scholar I came to know many day-scholars as well. This is a real good thing to know many people. First year, we studied as well. My highest GPA in college was in the first semester with 9.04/10 and my eight semester CGPA graph plot will be one with a negative slope. Too many things have happened but it is too difficult to narrate in short. I will continue soon with more on my college life, studies, tours, treats, Chennai city etc.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
My family and my final days of schooling
We were a joint family as I have told earlier. Later, for occupational reasons people went to different places. My father was brought up by his uncle and grandfather. He had come up in life from misery. I do not want to share his life stories and make my blog a sad one. He was brought up in a very very disciplined way. But I was given great freedom by my dad. I am proud to have him as my dad. I have thoroughly enjoyed my life till date. I never felt that I could have had a thing and he has denied me of it.
Me, my parents and later my sister have a great understanding. Whenever we feel something different can be done, we sync up and do it. Right from small things like going to a restaurant to buying things for the house, travel plans etc. were great. We have like tastes. And my tongue was respected by many in my family and friends. I have been quite a gourmet, and my parents have taken me to all restaurants in my native. We have felt the difference after coming to Chennai. Chennai restaurants are awesome when compared to the best of the hotels in my native.
We have travelled a lot, though still not outside India. We have been to many tours like a Kerala tour, Karnataka tour (this is still in my memory Belur, Halebeedu etc.), Bombay tour to mention a few which I can name immediately. All those were not captured in digital media. I am in process of converting those memories in digital media. Our last tour to Kullu, Manali, Shimla etc. are digital memories. School tours were slightly less fun as most of them were single day tours. Our native town lacked a lot of attraction as I realised later when we came to Chennai. I like to travel a lot and I do not think of reaching the destination.
Tenth standard Matriculation board exams were held and I secured 1005/1100 a fair score. I was as usual not the school topper, I stood second. 47 of us wrote the board exam and more than half the strength left the school. Even the topper left the school stating that there is no competition for her. I wanted to study French as my second language in +1. But I was denied by my principal as they were expecting a District rank from me and French students are not considered for it. +1, total enjoyment and my score was less than 85%.
Lost the original content... Adding trying to write whatever I would have written..
In my +1, the only paper where I have performed well was Mathematics where I was awarded 200 and then reduced to 199. I was shown the paper in +2. +2 was the only year I have studied like hell. I had special coaching from three experts for Maths, Physics and Chemistry. I secured Disctrict II Rank with centums in Maths and Physics. I was offered 50% scholarships in two entrance coaching institutes and I joined both the institutes. In one of them, I regained touch with my old friends and one of them is now one of my best friends. I secured a good score in the Tamilnadu Professional Courses Entrance Examination as well.
Now I remember what I had written earlier. Some rare incidents...
In +1 there was a Parent-Teacher Meeting. As usual the staff complained to my dad that I never wrote definitions and answers as given in the textbook. I always put them in my own language. This was a concern for them as I was expected to score a high score in +2. But I was always thinking of a B.Sc. in a college in Tirunelveli. My dad never had let me down. And he always would say that Prasad studies well and he will fair better next time. I never could write or reproduce as given in the textbook. That time, in the meeting, this was another comment which my dad has told me. My english teacher had told that my uniform was not pressed on Monday of the week before the meeting. My dad was too impressed with the care, the teachers showed towards us and the amount of attention they gave me.
Me, my parents and later my sister have a great understanding. Whenever we feel something different can be done, we sync up and do it. Right from small things like going to a restaurant to buying things for the house, travel plans etc. were great. We have like tastes. And my tongue was respected by many in my family and friends. I have been quite a gourmet, and my parents have taken me to all restaurants in my native. We have felt the difference after coming to Chennai. Chennai restaurants are awesome when compared to the best of the hotels in my native.
We have travelled a lot, though still not outside India. We have been to many tours like a Kerala tour, Karnataka tour (this is still in my memory Belur, Halebeedu etc.), Bombay tour to mention a few which I can name immediately. All those were not captured in digital media. I am in process of converting those memories in digital media. Our last tour to Kullu, Manali, Shimla etc. are digital memories. School tours were slightly less fun as most of them were single day tours. Our native town lacked a lot of attraction as I realised later when we came to Chennai. I like to travel a lot and I do not think of reaching the destination.
Tenth standard Matriculation board exams were held and I secured 1005/1100 a fair score. I was as usual not the school topper, I stood second. 47 of us wrote the board exam and more than half the strength left the school. Even the topper left the school stating that there is no competition for her. I wanted to study French as my second language in +1. But I was denied by my principal as they were expecting a District rank from me and French students are not considered for it. +1, total enjoyment and my score was less than 85%.Lost the original content... Adding trying to write whatever I would have written..
In my +1, the only paper where I have performed well was Mathematics where I was awarded 200 and then reduced to 199. I was shown the paper in +2. +2 was the only year I have studied like hell. I had special coaching from three experts for Maths, Physics and Chemistry. I secured Disctrict II Rank with centums in Maths and Physics. I was offered 50% scholarships in two entrance coaching institutes and I joined both the institutes. In one of them, I regained touch with my old friends and one of them is now one of my best friends. I secured a good score in the Tamilnadu Professional Courses Entrance Examination as well.
Now I remember what I had written earlier. Some rare incidents...
In +1 there was a Parent-Teacher Meeting. As usual the staff complained to my dad that I never wrote definitions and answers as given in the textbook. I always put them in my own language. This was a concern for them as I was expected to score a high score in +2. But I was always thinking of a B.Sc. in a college in Tirunelveli. My dad never had let me down. And he always would say that Prasad studies well and he will fair better next time. I never could write or reproduce as given in the textbook. That time, in the meeting, this was another comment which my dad has told me. My english teacher had told that my uniform was not pressed on Monday of the week before the meeting. My dad was too impressed with the care, the teachers showed towards us and the amount of attention they gave me.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Other activities
Apart from my studies in school, games and sports, I did quite a few things. Most of them, I did not pursue properly. I learnt Yajur Veda from a great Sanskrit scholar for eight years approximately. Right now, these days I am recollecting whatever I have learnt. I have forgotten a lot of what I have learnt. I used to participate actively in Rudra Ekadesis, Shiva Ratris and Sankara Jayanthis even during my final stage of schooling.
I learnt playing Veena from my mom and grandfather. My grandfather and so many people in my mom's side are stalvarts in Veena and Carnatic music. I did not pursue it properly and it is very difficult for me to learn from now on. I can play Veena only to a very little extent, say I can play some easy Geethams. These Geethams I can play because I used to lend my ears to my sister when she was learning vocal music at home. I also learnt to play a simpler instrument, Keyboard. I used to learn some new songs from my grandma(my dad's mom).
To say more on my music interest, I listen to a lot of old songs, Ilayaraja and Carnatic songs. I can identify a few raagas. My grandma used to sing songs and conduct a quiz for me and my sister to identify raagas. We would also analyze raagas in cine songs. Music is a huge part of my life, I feel. But I very rarely listen to latest releases. I listen only if I get good reviews. When it comes to songs, lyrics come second to me. I never listen to the lyrics.
Since I was telling about quiz, quizzing was another passion for me. I used to participate in a lot of quiz competitions and I have won some prizes also. But I lacked that enthusiasm there to know things which are not coming my way. This I felt when I went for bigger Quiz competitions where I found people answering questions which were not at all guessable. Guess work is a key to Quizzing. I have felt this. If some quizzer is reading this, do comment on this.
Then, Karate. I learnt Karate for five years. Self-defence and physical fitness are also key things in this world. I secured Green Belt and also appeared for Brown IV. Karate classes were also fun. The exercises were really tough and tiresome. We always used to skip when the master was not seeing us. Cuttas and sparing were always of great interest. Karate master's singularities are still in my mind. His counting in Japanese, his tamil proverbs to scold students are still in my memories. I wrote and removed since it will be unparliamentary to write them. If you are interested ask me in person. :)
I am very poor in drawing. Another interest of mine was Photography. My dad bought me a Snapper camera when I was in my primary school. I have taken some good pictures then, for the child level. That camera was not an automatic rewind camera. Later I was given a Minolta Riva automatic rewinding camera. I have covered my uncle's marriage fully and I still have the album with 108/108 good snaps. The current camera which I have is a digital camera Sony 5.1 Mega Pixels camera. I have lost interest in photography suddenly, the reason being I will never be in pictures when I am taking snaps.
And in the next blog I will continue with my final schooling days.
I learnt playing Veena from my mom and grandfather. My grandfather and so many people in my mom's side are stalvarts in Veena and Carnatic music. I did not pursue it properly and it is very difficult for me to learn from now on. I can play Veena only to a very little extent, say I can play some easy Geethams. These Geethams I can play because I used to lend my ears to my sister when she was learning vocal music at home. I also learnt to play a simpler instrument, Keyboard. I used to learn some new songs from my grandma(my dad's mom).
To say more on my music interest, I listen to a lot of old songs, Ilayaraja and Carnatic songs. I can identify a few raagas. My grandma used to sing songs and conduct a quiz for me and my sister to identify raagas. We would also analyze raagas in cine songs. Music is a huge part of my life, I feel. But I very rarely listen to latest releases. I listen only if I get good reviews. When it comes to songs, lyrics come second to me. I never listen to the lyrics.
Since I was telling about quiz, quizzing was another passion for me. I used to participate in a lot of quiz competitions and I have won some prizes also. But I lacked that enthusiasm there to know things which are not coming my way. This I felt when I went for bigger Quiz competitions where I found people answering questions which were not at all guessable. Guess work is a key to Quizzing. I have felt this. If some quizzer is reading this, do comment on this.
Then, Karate. I learnt Karate for five years. Self-defence and physical fitness are also key things in this world. I secured Green Belt and also appeared for Brown IV. Karate classes were also fun. The exercises were really tough and tiresome. We always used to skip when the master was not seeing us. Cuttas and sparing were always of great interest. Karate master's singularities are still in my mind. His counting in Japanese, his tamil proverbs to scold students are still in my memories. I wrote and removed since it will be unparliamentary to write them. If you are interested ask me in person. :)
I am very poor in drawing. Another interest of mine was Photography. My dad bought me a Snapper camera when I was in my primary school. I have taken some good pictures then, for the child level. That camera was not an automatic rewind camera. Later I was given a Minolta Riva automatic rewinding camera. I have covered my uncle's marriage fully and I still have the album with 108/108 good snaps. The current camera which I have is a digital camera Sony 5.1 Mega Pixels camera. I have lost interest in photography suddenly, the reason being I will never be in pictures when I am taking snaps.
And in the next blog I will continue with my final schooling days.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Off-the-school
In those days, I was fully occupied with activities. I never remained idle. We have played cricket like anything on the street near my house, in nearby schools' grounds and also in paddy fields. We used to hit balls and when it goes on the terrace of some house we would climb on top of a house and walk the entire street on the terrace and get the ball. Those were really adventurous and I am very scared now on the very thought of such activities. We would play ice ball in the evenings when there are power cuts. There were very strange rules for the game and it will be so funny to explain them and I am skipping them. Video games were creating the trend. Mario is a game which I have played in all possible ways to reach the queens. Business was another time killing game.
Some events are still so crystal clear in my memories. I do not remember the age when I did this. My grandma alone was in the house. My friends were all quite elder to me. They had planned to go to a movie. Indian starring Kamalhassan was the one recently released. I too wanted to join them. My grandma would not allow nor give money if I had told I am going to a movie. So I said I am going to buy a team cricket bat and we all are sharing the money. It was not a lie. We bought a bat but for 35 rupees!! We went to the movie Indian and saw it seated in the first row. Then I told this after a long time to my dad. He did not tell anything. After all he would have got reminded of his childhood.
One day, when we were playing cricket during some vacation in the day time, I was keeping wickets. Then, there was an edge from the batsman and I took the catch but the batsman said it was not. The stump was the base of an electric post. When the batsman denied it, I threw the ball in anger and the streetlight was broken. It burst with a great sound and people came outside their houses. But we immediately vacated the streets. But everyone knew we were the culprits. We have broken several roofs, water pipes of houses, hurt so many people while playing cricket, spoilt milk cans etc. etc.. On that eventful day, one of my friends who used to come by cycle to play left his cycle near the playarea. Since I was responsible for this, I had to get the cycle. I did not know cycling then. I had to pull the cycle by hands and took it to the street corner and handed it over.
This is an accident I saw very close to my eyes. We were playing a tournament in a school ground. When our side was batting, we were sitting on the terrace of the principal room of the school. One of my friends, was standing on the wall of the terrace. There was a high voltage line passing on top of the building. He started swinging holding that and at some point, he held two wires together and he started screaming. Another friend of mine, was too smart enough and hit his hand with a rubber slipper. The boy fell down and we could see his bones in the forearm. His flesh had already melted. I took him to some doctor and after dressing up, I took him to his house and I got scoldings from his family. Poor people, how would they know what had happened. I saw him after a long time and we remembered everything.
I have played a lot and have gone missing from my house and have got a lot of scoldings from so many people. Everything just seem to be nothing other than memories now. I have enjoyed my life each and every moment, whether it was happy or sad, I have enjoyed. I was quite athletic and used to run considerably fast among my classmates. And I also used to play many more games like Shuttle Badminton, Volleyball, football and have won prizes. Even now I play some volleyball, cricket, football but the frequency has come down considerably. I will write more on things other than sports and games.
Some events are still so crystal clear in my memories. I do not remember the age when I did this. My grandma alone was in the house. My friends were all quite elder to me. They had planned to go to a movie. Indian starring Kamalhassan was the one recently released. I too wanted to join them. My grandma would not allow nor give money if I had told I am going to a movie. So I said I am going to buy a team cricket bat and we all are sharing the money. It was not a lie. We bought a bat but for 35 rupees!! We went to the movie Indian and saw it seated in the first row. Then I told this after a long time to my dad. He did not tell anything. After all he would have got reminded of his childhood.
One day, when we were playing cricket during some vacation in the day time, I was keeping wickets. Then, there was an edge from the batsman and I took the catch but the batsman said it was not. The stump was the base of an electric post. When the batsman denied it, I threw the ball in anger and the streetlight was broken. It burst with a great sound and people came outside their houses. But we immediately vacated the streets. But everyone knew we were the culprits. We have broken several roofs, water pipes of houses, hurt so many people while playing cricket, spoilt milk cans etc. etc.. On that eventful day, one of my friends who used to come by cycle to play left his cycle near the playarea. Since I was responsible for this, I had to get the cycle. I did not know cycling then. I had to pull the cycle by hands and took it to the street corner and handed it over.
This is an accident I saw very close to my eyes. We were playing a tournament in a school ground. When our side was batting, we were sitting on the terrace of the principal room of the school. One of my friends, was standing on the wall of the terrace. There was a high voltage line passing on top of the building. He started swinging holding that and at some point, he held two wires together and he started screaming. Another friend of mine, was too smart enough and hit his hand with a rubber slipper. The boy fell down and we could see his bones in the forearm. His flesh had already melted. I took him to some doctor and after dressing up, I took him to his house and I got scoldings from his family. Poor people, how would they know what had happened. I saw him after a long time and we remembered everything.
I have played a lot and have gone missing from my house and have got a lot of scoldings from so many people. Everything just seem to be nothing other than memories now. I have enjoyed my life each and every moment, whether it was happy or sad, I have enjoyed. I was quite athletic and used to run considerably fast among my classmates. And I also used to play many more games like Shuttle Badminton, Volleyball, football and have won prizes. Even now I play some volleyball, cricket, football but the frequency has come down considerably. I will write more on things other than sports and games.
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