Now, Then and the Day before..

Late nights are really dangerous.. They kindle your mind and heart with obnoxious (Hayden inspired vocab) thoughts.. True.. And tonight was one such day.. Nostalgia was at its heights with my mind strolling back in reverse gear.. I call this particular thought obnoxious because its 'harmful' to both mind and body.. They wont let you sleep and make you stand in front of your manager the next morning showing him fake smiles and farce excuses for being late.. (Power cuts and water shortages being the latest excuse premiered.. )

What other way to prevent your nostalgia from eating you.. Blog.. Hmmm.. So started scribbling something to show how infectious this nostalgia could be..


I started revisiting every stone around me and picked them to see how they have changed last few years.. I have mentioned every aspect and its effects in three different eras .. (sounds historical.. ;-))

i) School days.. ii) College times.. iii) And Present..

Myself
i) Studious schoolboy having a notorious inner-self but a timid outlook..
ii) Average college student who was a big-time talkie yet still had those traces of that good old timidity..
iii) Now, a so-called software engineer minus that notoriety and timidity and someone who does nothing to feed his brain or brawn,

My Phone..
i) STD/ISD booth owners were the richest i thought..
ii) Nokia 3315 and 1108, where Snake Game and SMS were a rage..
iii) Sony Ericsson w580i.. Sits sadly in my pocket working only as a music player to me also wanting to talk to me more..

City..
i) Chennai.. Ambattur, a suburb in chennai.. one place where urbanisation of chennai could never reach.. You shall infact call me a villager..
ii) Coimbatore.. Calm and composed.. A place wanting to be a full-time city and on the brink of it..
iii) A place where vehicles are nothing but leeches.. yes.. your guess is right.. Its Namma Bengaluru..


Home and my room..
i) Though they were three big enough rooms at my home, i didnt have one to say for myself..
ii) I had one small room to my name which had space only for my legs.. yet, I could call that MY room..
iii) Huge room where my PC lies in the corner of the room like an age old newspaper on the floor, and staring at its master to take care of the dust on it..
A.T: This PC is lucky enough to survive with me in all these places..

I wear..
i) Two options.. School uniform or torn shorts.. I had to go for option one..
ii) Neat formals (or) Stinking t-shirts and W(T)orn out jean.. As all college romeos do, option two..
iii) i am not given options here.. Even if i am asked to come in a beggar's costume everyday, I am bound to come..
Food..
i)No money, but blessed with good food.. This happens to everyone at home..
ii)Very few money and lucky enough to find a parota kadai outside your hostel to get some reprieve from hostel food..
iii) Enough money and what.. Frenetic search for food ends in burning your pocket and miraculously, college hostel food becomes an elixir..

Fun..
i) Motta maadi cricket, in distant memory yet fresh..
ii) Cricket reaching its next level in big grounds accompanied by late-night vetti maangas and night show cinema..
iii) Pool tables in corporate cafeterias..

Wallet..
i) Wallets are a big show off especially if you are among the firsts in your group to have one..
Unfortunately, there was nothing in it except for its bill when i had my first..
ii) The same stinking leather wallet which stumps everyone around with its smell was my saviour to get me out of trouble whenever somwbone asks for money..
iii) A new one now.. Still runnning short of cash but full of ABCD credit cards which i promise i would never use and which was never used before..

What next..
i) Chemistry and its necessity to mug up those equations drove me to think of pouring those acids on my chemistry master's water bottle.. Such was my enmity towards that subject and desperation for that MPC cutoff to get into a good college..
ii) Placements help you start your path.. But there are chances that it may end where it started as in my case.. That filled my 'what next' in a rather careless college life..
iii)Barrons and TIME materials filled my bed with no specific path defined now.. Even thought of speaking to Rajnikant to find out a way to Himalayas and settle there.. 'What next' column had to be filled blank now..


Phew.. Huge post isn't it.. Kudos to all those who had patience to read through this blog..

Looks like this post has a tad negative shade.. Well, thats what memories does. They make you yearn for the past, showcasing the negatives of today..