my seventh..

We were the baap of all students now.. final years..seventh sem..no uno joke!.. no seniors to look up to and no more being looked down at.. the juniors were all ours.. heh..

Firstly, to anyone who might not follow the system of fresher welcoming in the hostels of tkm.. must tell you that hostellers got 'welcomed' in their second year.. because they were kept in the warmth and comfort of the warden's rules for the first 10 months or so.. well, so it is, where every other second year elsewhere is ragging the balls of at some junior, these poor souls.. ah well... never mind the poor souls..

Final year started with a frenzy of activity.. the famed accreditation team frm ND was finally coming.. We'd been heaing about these characters since time immemmorial.. Our classrooms and hostels were repainted God alone knows how many times for their benefit, labs were spruced up, campus was beautified, the dogs were shooed away, the computers in the labs finally started working.. life was good! And given the 'encouraging' history of the royal mech way of common behaviour, it was no surprise when we were asked to be on our best behaviour for a few weks and perhaps months.. Roshan sir gave us a brief talk on general accreditation funda.. "don't wear T shirts", said he" especially ones which say 'kiss me here; lick me there' " I don't know why, but everyone was staring at me as he said those words. Now i swear i never wore any suc T shirt, and i doubt whether anyone in kollam would be found in possession of such a garment. However, i did have a rather different collection of Ts, which were uncommon in the campus.. For instance there was one which showed 4 different sexual intercourse positions, though very sublte and discreet, and i'd even worn it into the princi's office, i guess he was like garfied.. too 'busy' to notice anything.. :D (PG mathews once saw a very decent T of mine and told me to wear it to parties..and to wear shirt to college. dress codes in colleges.. which era do these people live in.. i ask u!!) Nevertheless, everyone was pretty amazed when i turned up in 'decent' shirts day after day.. (they'd probably faint if i wore them for a month on the trot)

The big day arrived. things were pretty cool.. sharma sir was running up and down the department, showing the team the labs, etc(which were in top condition.. am proud to point out) param bhai was everywhere, roshan kumar was fabulously handling it all.. until the mehra guy form iitD decides to spring a surprise on johm m george Jr's welding technology class.. He had to deviate from his usual procedure.. and things took an ugly turn when he asked us to answer some q's..since we didn't have many.. (gawk) no one seemed to know anything.. Sir at the top of the class was glistening with fresh perspiration ("he was pissing mad", to quote george alex, who always found something to laugh about in everything) . However, the day wouldn't be one that wasn't saved eventually..
He was the most irregular student of the college in terms of attendance and exams. He had enterd class probably thrice or so in the last couple of months. But that didn't deter renji from shooting admirable replies to the dude from delhi, who was not unimpressed.. john m george, who probably was seeing renji for the first time, beamed like a baby.. and i believe renji never had a problem with duty leaves after that!

The dream and plan of the All india trip was slowly taking shape soon after these turn of events.. It was a dream come truish thing for me as well. We were tripping mumbai - delhi - simla - etc.. couldn't believe i'd finallly get to meet up moon, ch and sank..

FFD to mumbai..the place was crawling with great looking damsels. It was a fashion parade at every corner. the deprived tkmc mechers had theirtongues lolling at every other corresponding.. jty actually tried to follow a drunk babe and returned with an aching hole..but thats a different story..It was altogether nothing short of awesome to be in a new place like mumbai and find our ways towherever..god bless the suburban railway!
However there was nothing like the trip hg and i took.. from colaba to juhu to catch the death metal concert in full blood.. we met the guys of myndsnare, easily the tightest band that night.. after a totally devastating headbanging-few-hours (we didn't follow death metal, but that didn't stop me from getting a sore neck anyway, by Toutatis..)
Soon the touch down @delhi..I detatched myself and made my way to the moon.. met up ch and sank in sank's car..took me around the sights and hangouts of south del.. and i realised how talkitive dames can be when it matters.. quite honestly i felt like being in a basketful of puppies, but i can't deny i wasn't bored.. [:D]
Later, i met up with the VVVVVVVIP.. the kli.. the sweetest thing thats happened to the family in 26 years.. whats more it was also my 21st b'day.. what else can i say.. touche!to myself!! sudiptoda came over to 41-a, the cake got smeared all over my front.. had THE most awesome dinner, had one of my best birthdays ever.. met up tuks soon after..caught lunch with her and moon..it's been ages.. Stint in delhi also included the trip via agra, to witness the greatest erection a man had ever made for a woman.. i'm talking about the Taj Mahal..what were u thinking.. naughty!! but it did feel like something had punched the wind out of the midrif when i looked at the marble...

After another few days of travel, including arduous road trip thru mountains and narrow guage trains, we found ourselves in a totally heavennly place.. 7 in the morning..standing in my pyjamas, and feeling the falling snow from the balcony..manali had arrived..the feeling was like a new lease of life.. it perked up the mind immensely, not unlike what the fresh drop of dew would feel on a morning flower..

The trip got over finally, with all the bearded devdasae returning to ente keralam..back to the familiar coconut trees and the picturesque lungis..i was sorry the trip was over, but theres no place like home!!