THE GOOD OL' COLLEGE DAYS

Everyone misses his/her college days but still everyone defends himself/herselh saying that he/she will miss it the most. So you wont argue with me when i say that my college days were golden too...

I will miss everything about my college starting from my friends, all the time we had together, sleeping through the lecture hours or sitting on the very first bench if the teacher is cute enough. Man I will miss it all....

One of the most memorable trips though was our road trip to ooty. It was a usual Final Year Weekday Evening and obviously we were in a pub ( chumma demo:) no pubs in Kozhikode only Bars) trying to drown our Final Year Sorrows in Beer (veeendum demo :) werent rich enuf to drink beer until we got drunk ). Well at midnight the bartender comes up to our table ( his eyes r red with lack of sleep and he is positively frustrated with his life n his daily routine of having to serve to us idlers) and asks us to leave as he , unlike us, has to go home n sleep. We push off not wanting to test his temper and get onto our bikes (ahankaaram.. I was actually on a Vespa .. hehehe but a must say for all us guys - it was the life line for all of us ) .

We were on our way back to our college singin songs n stopping at every alternate paadam ( field ) on the pretext of wanting to take a leak but the real motive being the desire to extend this golden time for as long as possible. Kozhikode is indeed beautiful at night... the lonely roads and the light fog hanging around, the occasional pettikada on the road, and the huge expanse of nothingness on either side of you.... it truly is romantic. Anyways so we were on our way back to the College when suddenly the heavens open up and large heavy raindrops start descending on to us. Not to be fettered by such a small hindrance though the six warriors (us in case u got confused) push on. In no time all of us are thoroughly drenched.

Not at all diffused by the rain we decide that we shud make use of this opportunity. I crack the famous mallu saying " entaayalum nananju ini ippol kulichittu kayaraam" - we are wet anyways y not take a bath.. and we decide to go on a trip .. drunk and senseless as we are this seems to be an amazing idea to all of us.. we start arguing about the destination... even bizzare and impossible places like pondi and goa are not discarded without a thought... finally we settlle on Oooty.

For the imbeciles who dont know Ooty - its a hill station in Tamil Nadu with some really Breath-Taking views and the ride up to the place is a once in a life time experience indeed ( especially so if you are doing it in a drunken stupor on a vespa with no idea about the route and with heavy , i repeat heavy , rain thrashing down on u. We reached Ooty at around 4 in the morning. What we did there is not as exciting as the trip itself and so I wont blabber on about how we spent the day.

Wait a min... Y did i post this particular incident???? Ohh yeah.. it rained in Mumbai yesterday and i got thoroughly drenched and couldnt help but be reminded of those GOOD OL' COLLEGE DAYS.

Dedicated to JT, Bullshee, Naxi, Maaman and Chotta Khaled - my comrades in arms during this particular adventure.....