Thursday, June 26, 2008

Silent Satisfaction...Humble Happiness

I will not go into the story of my life and my transformation from PSBB to DAV to MSEC. Let's just take it that I was a total introvert in PSBB with few friends, a partially total pure-academic geek, then started opening up in DAV - was labelled a flirt there, pretty open-spoken and known quite well to the teachers, for being somewhat of an enigma as far as my academics were concerned. Also, my teachers knew me quite well in PSBB for being this totally chamathu and sincere boy, very respectful to all teachers (which I still am), but nowhere near what I am known for MSEC. Hence, it was not exactly a trip down memory lane when I went to my alma mater yesterday (I probably would never call MSEC my alma mater because I believe I will be associated with it all my life, at least, hopefully ;). Since I was not very different in DAV from my MSEC days, (though there existed quite a marked change, it wasn't as different as how I was in PSBB), the feeling, though definitely different, had traces of what I am today.
PSBB, on the other hand, was a totally different experience. First up, I had to introduce myself to YGP ma'm a few times, obviously, she never knew me as long as I studied there, and though I had visited her to seek her blessings before I left in 2006, the Grand Old Lady surely did not remember me, though she tried her best. And again, my identity was further enunciated by my reference to a couple of my classmates - Harish Anand and Sanjeev Vaidyanathan, for her to place my batch, at least. And though most of the teachers remembered my face (I met Rama Narayanaswamy mam {my class teacher and Math teacher in 10th}, Vijayalakshmi mam (English teacher who knew me, but did not handle any subject), Raji Babu mam (Chemistry teacher), Mahalakshmi Ramjee mam (Economics and Geography), Hemalatha Seshadri mam (History) and Vaidehi mam (Math, but did not handle for me), only Mahalakshmi mam spontaneously burst out my name, and Vaidehi mam managed to hit upon my name after constructing some proof trees. Sample this with an event (shocking to me) that happened yesterday - a couple of my sub-juniors had come to visit me yesterday, and one of their sub-juniors was asking my sub-junior about a mini-project. Since she was talking on the Speaker phone, and I chanced upon a favourite topic (Our HoD), unable to resist, I blurted out some gyan on the speaker phone. The sub-sub-sub-junior asked my sub-junior who this gyan-giver was, my sub-junior replied saying it was a senior, nay super-senior. And despite my Pillar-hype I wasn't even prepared for what was coming next. The sub-sub-sub-junior quite casually replied on the phone - "Oh...Kaushik anna'va? Ok Ok." I lost it there.
Coming back, it was seriously a humility-enhancing experience in PSBB. It's a very sweet and cute kind of happiness that you derive out of being someone quite inconspicuous, and still, going back to that place because you have some sort of attachment and gratitude to the place. Not to forget, of course, the feeling of self-satisfaction you get, at being true and thankful despite not being someone famous and well-known. This different sort of happiness, in a sense, made my day.

Close Encounters of the "Graduate" Kind

Some delay here, and well past the "heat" of the issue. Kind apologies to myself for delaying this MS-shattering post.
A Perfectly Anti-Climactic (Current) End to what has been a quite-promising-yet-mostly-lacklustre academic life, especially the last few years...


Need I say more???

Thursday, June 19, 2008

A Hasty Intro

Been in India for a month and 2 days now. Tons and tons to post, but just that I dont want to spend much time in front of the comp, I'd rather sit vetti at home and enjoy the heat or watch Sun TV or listen to Radio Mirchi than sit on the net...something I have been incessantly doing for the past two years, and will continue to do once I'm back there.
Anyways, I realize I've accumulated too much stuff to remember when I start blogging some time later, will try to push in the bits from time to time.
Played cricket with Krishna and his friends - a lot of his classmates (my juniors - Ganijuu, Manoj, Lakshman, Arjun and Aswin), a 10th standard guy and quite a few 7th-8th standard kids. Realized how OLD I've become at 23! Oh, and btw, guys today TALK! Oh My God, the way they think and the words they use (as in...not the profanity) are like stuff we could not even have imagined back when we were kids. Nice experience, planning to go back when I get a chance. Thanks Krishna!
Stopped by at Igloo after like two looong years...asked for Fruit Salad, wasn't there, so got Choco Cup instead. Wasn't able to enjoy it as much as before, for some reason. :( A Bad cold, maybe? :-?
Then paid a trip to Mr.Kabali at His Mylapore Residence. Was reaffirmed of certain things in life. :)
Good day, it turned out to be.

Friday, June 13, 2008


"Idhu dhan en ooru..."

PS: Partially inspired from The Boss, Wholly felt by me.

PPS: Post partially dedicated to Tejaswi because he was so pathetically bored of blogging and badly wanted to read something by me.