Da Senti Tag
In this fast world when people are busy running faster than the fastest person, these tag blogs are nice respite that allows us to stop and spend sometime about ourselves and others. I' ve been tagged by my roomie. If I make a journey back in time, these are the things that I really miss....
1. WINNING. Itz such a great feeling when you triumph amongst some of the best competitors. My college days provided so many such opportunities in the fields of my interest. Itz been long since I have heard thunderous clappings when I received the prizes on the stage. Girish, You are still the best partner I have ever got for any competition. Where ever we go, however great or small we become, I know that we can never forget CIT Harmony in our lives.
2. FAST BIKING. I no longer have the guts to risk my life and do some crazy stunts that I used to try during college days. Sorry if you don't understand this, only my friends know about it.
3. SWIMMING in kerala. The place where I was pushed off a ridge into a 12 feet deep pond when I had no idea of what swimming is all about. This is how everyone learns swimming in Mathur ( My native place in Kerala ). Hours n Hours of swimming in the morning till the sun reaches itz scorching high, only to make me come back in the evening and swim till it getz really dark and the water snakes surface their heads and scares me out of the pond. Well, I do have a 16 feet deep swimming pool near my house in Pune, but nothing can be compared to the Mathur Agraharam pond.
4. TABLE TENNIS. Half my life in college was spent in the TT room. When I got the call letter from my company, the first thing I enquired was whether it had a TT table and a good crowd. I really miss Shabri, Shiva, and Kamalakannan Sir ( U taught me how to be an ass kicker in TT ) in Pune. I guess nobody can replace them in my life. However great a TT player you may be, You can't be any of these people. But what I got here was just one "dabba" board with a million people fighting for the worst torn, worn out bats. Shit it was.. I had to be content with what I got. Finally, that dabba thing was also removed and that place was made in a work station. Thanks to the growth pain of my company. Waiting with crossed fingers that the new GDC should have better facilities than these.
5. MYSORE BUS JOURNEY. As a kid, I used to be overwhelmed by the journey to Mysore from Coimbatore. That was something I used to look forward to in every vacation. Majot part of the journey involves a ghat section where there are 27 really sharp and steep hair pin bends. It used to be so much fun created out of sheer fear that the bus might slip off and fall from the top sometime or the other. Sitting at a window seat after fighting with my idiot bro ;) and holding my mom's hands tightly and taking a look out of the window with my head out was the ultimate joy of my life. I still remember that it was my 1st standard summer vacation, there was an accident at the 11th hair pin bend and the buses cannot go any further than that. My amma, bro and I decided to take a walk like every other person did. That was my first "Mountain Trek". Some good-hearted uncle got me an ice cream on the way and I paid the consequnces for the next one week. Everytime I sneezed or shivered out of cold n fever I used to hear my mom repeatedly say "Nanu ninage munche ne helidde ice cream thinnabeda antha". But ma, naanu avathu ice cream thinle illa, navibbaru adarabagge mathadulthalle irallilla 20 varushada nanthara.
Apart from these, I do miss everything that a normal 23 year old who stays away from home for work will. Friends whom we sworn as partners for life, my Mom's cozy touches, fights with bro, night shows with dad without Mom's knowledge ( I doubt whether she knows it till now ), bascially I'm languishing about my childhood days. But practically speaking, I love Pune. I love every friend of mine here. I know I have been very very very very harsh on a lotta people. But only they could have put up with all my nonsense. Given a choice, I would live like this forever.
Cheers,
Prad
