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….

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..