UMBRELLA LOSERS IN ACTION
Its so sad when i write this, but yet it seems funny that why it happens... but cant do something to come out of it.It happened this year also,yes i ,lost my umbrella yesterday. It has a long history to narrate the story of this mumbrella lose.. i used to lose my umbreklla every year, its a victious circle.. mit started from my 8th standard, it still remains so. from tenth standard onwards my mother starded giving me second hand umbrella,so that they dont cry over the spilt milk.. but when i was sewnt to the college, i stopped taking umbrella, so that i can save some umbrellas.. its actually forgetfullness that conquor over me...there are a many suffering from this disease, me at its edge..this time i havent told my mother...let her be rid of tension.. but i believe all those umbrellas have been used by some or the other to escape from this rain.. so am doing a survice to the mankind. yes??.am now trying to make a group of people who have the same disease, come let us join hands to help the others by losing our umbrellas
Monday, November 16, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Now Mr. earliest is in the class pondering over his plight .Leo sir is engaging the class. Mr. earliest…..oh I forgot to tell you who is Mr. earliest and how his name came to be so.
Mr. earliest is one who came first to the course. He has dreams to fulfill, promises to keep. So because he reached for the course first, he is named Mr. earliest….
Tragic story of Mr. earliest
As said above, he came with all dreams and promises. As he knew classes will commence later, he decided to enjoy every nook and corner of the university. He was given warm welcome by the seniors too. Library and network building were the the interested places of Mr. earliest. So every day he comes earlier and reaches his favourite destinations. In network building, he celebrated orkut, gmail,face book with very pomp and joy and also a daily ‘sethukudy’ from the canteen,wow!
Thus Mr. earliest’s daily routine was fixed. Library, net, canteen and some chit-chat with seniors. Even chairs in the classroom were peeping at Mr. earliest. He also wants to sit on them, to pat them, .......,but classes will only begin next week, so he was forced to dump all such desires to the dust bin. Thus days passed. Chennai witnessed 6 more hot and bright suns. On the seventh day, the classes begin…the ‘dream day’, but Mr. earliest didn’t reach the class. He went down with fever. All his dreams shattered, promises left alone. Thus he packed and was sent home…….
Now Mr. earliest came to the class. He was like an alien. Everybody staring at him.,an utter stranger. He was pondering over his tragic fate, suddenly a cool breeze smashed across the class, bringing some note of sleep to Mr. earliest."Hei Faris get me some water please…".voice of Leo sir made Mr. earliest to run to the faculty room to get the water for him….
Mr. earliest is one who came first to the course. He has dreams to fulfill, promises to keep. So because he reached for the course first, he is named Mr. earliest….
Tragic story of Mr. earliest
As said above, he came with all dreams and promises. As he knew classes will commence later, he decided to enjoy every nook and corner of the university. He was given warm welcome by the seniors too. Library and network building were the the interested places of Mr. earliest. So every day he comes earlier and reaches his favourite destinations. In network building, he celebrated orkut, gmail,face book with very pomp and joy and also a daily ‘sethukudy’ from the canteen,wow!
Thus Mr. earliest’s daily routine was fixed. Library, net, canteen and some chit-chat with seniors. Even chairs in the classroom were peeping at Mr. earliest. He also wants to sit on them, to pat them, .......,but classes will only begin next week, so he was forced to dump all such desires to the dust bin. Thus days passed. Chennai witnessed 6 more hot and bright suns. On the seventh day, the classes begin…the ‘dream day’, but Mr. earliest didn’t reach the class. He went down with fever. All his dreams shattered, promises left alone. Thus he packed and was sent home…….
Now Mr. earliest came to the class. He was like an alien. Everybody staring at him.,an utter stranger. He was pondering over his tragic fate, suddenly a cool breeze smashed across the class, bringing some note of sleep to Mr. earliest."Hei Faris get me some water please…".voice of Leo sir made Mr. earliest to run to the faculty room to get the water for him….
nostalgia
Nostalgia may be the laymen word,, but now it beckons me back.. when all start nostalgic with their college life, am now bound with my child hood fond memmories...living near to the back water at manakkody , me and my friends enjoying, swimming and dashing in the waters of that back water.. riyas, me viju, viresh,my pals...all we used to do all the mess together... playing cricket in the middle of the road, enjoying rain foot ball, going for fishing..... thats goin on....if any body do have the same feeling... try it out once... your those nostalgic moments. ....let us chek out if it marrys with mine..
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