I know there is some kind of sadness in each posts I have done so far...Well this ones not among them..This post is about some fresh memories...This post is abt my first year days at my college.."All the characters in the post are imaginary..And If u feel any kind of resemblances with any them then its definitely ur fault..."
First scene
The Orientation class
Along with my parents i reached for the orientation class..which mainly gave a brief about the course i was to attend..wasn't really listening to those.as the principal was scaring telling the scheme of exams and the marks to be scored foe the internals if u dnt wish to be under..and then certain things about the college..he said especially when it rained the college looked stunning..Well i haven't seen anything beautiful so far..After the orientation class we were send for the classes..just those introduction sections where u have to remember all the details of ur family and convey them to ur friends..etc etc..
Welcome First years
Will I reach the college on time??
What about ragging?
How will be the new classmates and new teachers?
Muddled up with all these thoughts, I started my journey to the college..
For the first week..we were the most silent branch we EEE..It was just out of fear for the seniors..We were worried of the so called respected seniors..We never left the class..except for emergencies..For me the scariest part was to climb the stairs to the class alone in the morning..I felt the stairs were never ending..Whenever I heard someone calling i continued with steps faster with my head down..pretending I did not hear a word..

Slowly the seniors showed up..they wanted to be friends with juniors that's what they said..Whenever i saw any of my classmates being called..i buried my whole concentration into the notebooks {which had nth written in it)..And whenever i saw any senior pointing at me i used to rush to the library("ESCAPE!!!!")..One of my friend was asked to write poem describing the personality of the senior who called her..Finally my turn came..A second year "brother"(loll) called me..at first he asked me to sing to which i said no..(I have got such a magical voice..)..he was like he will make me sing or else i cant leave..i stood there..soon it was time for his class and he was getting late..so he had no other option but to leave asking me to by heart 4 lines of some song by tomorrow..For the next three days i was the prey for the guy..he made me write his and some of his friends name 10 times..he even tried to improve my singing talents..oh..he gave a demonstration first..till then i thought i was the worst singer..but no..even i had a competition..to keep myself from laughing was the hardest thing to do...there were lots of friendly seniors too...I remember a senior who was forced by his friends to meet the juniors..And this guy ended up asking the junior what questions is he supposed to ask..And some of the seniors had mind blowing questions for the juniors like if u place a fried fish and a dried one..which among them will a cat eat??I was given 2 days for solving this question..There was yet another senior who is my gud friend now whom I surprised my chatting in french(thanks to the translator in google lol)...he still thinks that am an expert in french...

First year life was burdened by loots and loots of assignments workshop logrecords..labs..and had nine papers...Engineering was equal to hell.....
We saw lots of friendship blossoming between seniors and juniors especially during election..By that time I knew most of the second years of our branch..Some of my friends knew seniors from almost all branches..And finally even I got the chance to meet some royal seniors when i met this friend of mine..She spend half of the first year in IT department and later got a branch transfer and joined the EEE department..She came with 2 of her friends who also wanted to join the rocking EEE..
I had heard from my friends that she was the famous firstyear..and soo even I was eager to meet her too..She was the last bencher..while i was the first..soon we managed to be the third benchers during S3..We were supposed to be freshers till the arrival of our juniors...Soon we became thick friends i dnt know we were thick friends until a royal senior gave such a verdict..As she was the favourite for the seniors..our combination was like magnet to troubles..whenever she was caught even i was..There was this fat guy in fact a very fat guy not with six packs but with a family pack..whom I had never ever seen emerged from nowhere..at first I thought he was the brother of some student..because he dint have the looks of a senior..he begged me for money..for having food..stating that he was getting thinner day by day..and his parents were worried of his health..Now theres this thing i cant do that's to control laughter ..But to laugh at that guy u need to have some braveness..seeing his size..u will forget even to smile..But when I saw how hard she was trying not to laugh I couldnt control..and I laughed..And I was blacklisted.. The only thing she did good was that she helped me in meeting a royal senior..I was a huge fan of this political hero of our college...She didnt do it purposefully..but things just worked out..hehe..The political hero wasnt a hero to be frank if u can call a guy who bathed once in a week and who wore the same shirts for two days..ah..nah nt that bad..lol..That was it soon my knight in shining armor,turned out to be a looser in aluminium foil!!!!I remember how much I trembled when he called me to get himself introduced..was "sweating like a cattle"..It happens when a senior calls me i lose my memory..i forget what exam i had attended tat time..even what my parents are..and my so called thick friend i dnt how she vanishes whenever a senior calls me..There was yet another royal guy who made all his attempts to impress her...but as he made the same attempts to all the gals he met..we knew the exact lines what he managed to say always..he he..We didnt know the names of most of the seniors so we found some names for them like geography in short geogu..who had looks that resembled a guy out of geographic channel,Mowgli..who looked exactly like the character of jungle book,Yellow ladoo..who looked like a ladoo in his same yellow shirt,..and lots more...

Now the cycle continues..A fresh pack of juniors..those royals and others are now in their final years..Today we laugh at the things we were asked to do when we see our juniors repeating the same..The best thing so far is the sweet gal...my thick friend..who assisted me in all those encounters with seniors..love ya gal..I still dnt know how u manage to vanish..its something I still haven't found out yet..
There are lots of such memories...its weird that am able to laugh at those things now..Most of the seniors are now friends..I guess that's what college life is about.

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I called them daddy and mummy as my amma called them so...And I took pride in calling them so..as no one ever had the chance in life to have both amma and mummy..
In my memory lane I just have a vague picture of a daddy in his 60's..I remember daddy and mummy visiting us at achan's quarters..He was a famous personality in our area..People had such love and respect for him..They talked about the favours he did..I remember my amma talking with such a huge respect for him..For her he was always the perfect dad..who loved their children to the core but never showed it though..I remember her saying though he was strict and he never liked his daughter to work..and wanted to see his daughter settled soon..he always knew what was right for his children..May be it was the respect for him I dnt know I was bit scared of him...But I was never scared of mummy..she is a gem of person..fragile kind of woman..who got nervous easily..and always got depressed quickly..She makes the worlds best pickles..she isn't good in cooking non-veg though..but her veg recipes are simply mouth-watering..I sometimes wonder how she puts up with daddy..there was this strange kind of love between them which I never really understood.
Our memories are steeped in smells, feelings and flavors..I Remember her lifting me up on the bathroom or kitchen sink..still feel that warmth..They lead a happy life during his retirement days..
Her role changed from wife to a mother again when daddy was hospitalised..She cared for him like a mother..took him for dialysis,bathed him and scolded him for not eating his food properly...Her whole life changed..but not the love they had for each other..slowly slowly daddy started losing his memory due to aging..he rarely remembered the name of his children..At times he woke up with a feeling that he was still the forest ranger..and would get up from his bed saying that he was going to his office... He never remembered my name nor my cousins but always remembered my brother's name..people never forget my brother's name..such a talented boy in academics.. very good at creative writing..and now doing his MBBS..ah blessed parents!!am a microbe in their eyes..ah there isn't a bitterness in those lines if u feel so am sorry..hmm..so there was no wonder why daddy never forget his name...He behaved as a kid those days..I remember my cousins asking him to repeat the words they said..he could not talk anymore.. walk anymore..Besides taking care of daddy mummy spent her time in gardening and looking after her pet dog..which we often referred to a 'Kroasian' i dnt know from where the word emerged..but he was a mix...mix of what that's still a mystery ..But Mummy was fond of him..
The day daddy left the world..we were worried of her..we were worried how she would digest the fact..may be the antidepressant drugs worked for her..but she was strong..the only thing she asked us was not to remove his bed..
The love she had for him was that of a mother..that of a sister..a wife..which still remains in her heart..Today she spends her time in gardening..looking after her pet dog..going through her wedding album..telling us how brave and strong he was..Her eyes reflected the love she had for him..
Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young.

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