Monday, June 20, 2011

My Class

ECE 2007-2011, VAST


I don’t know how to start this

But, here, my concerns, I dismiss;

For with you guys I spent four years,

And here we are as engineers!


Aiswarya, you’d find with raised eyebrows

With the long-haired beauty, Drisya, by her side;

One without the other, was hardly a sight,

And together they made the perfect pair.


Seated in front of them was lovely Mridula,

Along with her our rep you’d see,

Arathi, with her jittering charm,

And relentless faithfulness to her trade;


This brings me to our dear old Jijesh

Our humble class rep with quirky wits,

Whose immense efforts paid off,

To result in a wondrous tour!


T’was that tour that strengthened bonds

And shone spotlights on many a trends.

The card player, Ginu, at the forefront

Battled his way through many a barrier!


It would be wrong of me to delay

The mention of the Gossip Central

Deepthy being at its core

With her art of retelling stories!


Nithya followed none too back

With animated expressions of her own;

Purnima joined to fit in perfectly

With Seethal Maria right at her side;


Harsha chipped in duly to fulfil her part

The (certain) teacher’s pet, nonetheless!

Ais, Driz and Aaru joined in the titters

And so you’ve met the Gossip Girls!


Moving on, we come to dedicated pupils,

You’d meet Ajith, the walking Wiki,

Shyam, the persistent student,

Libin, the knowledge thirsty scholar,

And Sudha, the punctual perfectionist;

These are but to name a few!


I’m not quite sure where (Deepak) Prathap would fit,

But (Deepak) V.S. was a peculiar pick.

Tit for tat he bonded with K. R.

And Divya & Simi would fall in step.


Delna is a special interest

And with grace her face would glow;

Simple and set in her ways she was

But caught on as quick as a flash.


I now remember our dearest Beebija

Who bid farewell quite too soon;

The “Oppana” for Arts was her masterpiece

That won laurels for the Department.


Arun still lives in our memories

His apt remarks and positive aura

Filled every corner and space of our being

With the freshness of blooming flowers;


My days at the hostel are pretty faded

Although you’ve given me loads to cherish.

Tania, my roomie, we were quite compatible

Aysha and Remya, quite inseparable!

Asha dearest shared her room with them.

Jing-jang Anjing and crazy Rejani

Shared another room together;

Calm composed Sneha camped in yet another.


There are a few name doubles

Anand K.V and Sagar (xgr);

The two are as different as could be,

One tall and charismatic, the other short and artistic.


Aswathy M.A and Aswathy Ajit follow them

Just as before, have their distinctions.

One sweet and naive,

The other sweet and spicy;


We now come to the Deepak duos, Pratap and V.S.

I have no words to allure their persona

A little like them we have the Nithin pair,

One the thinker, the other a performer;


Sarath P.K and Narayan comes next

One plain while the other complex!

And at last we have the Vysak square

One boisterous, the other artistic!


Like pieces of a puzzle set

Are these next four

Deepthy, Seira, Harsha & Shabana-

A gossiper, a superstar, a nerd and a bride!


Another set of bold folks follow

Each with their own style

Amrutha, Manju, Sreeja and Hitha

With Achu, Ammu and Anisha;


A trio that travels together

Whom I’ve had the chance to be with;

Vinny, Aseela and Smruthy

Are truly rare people to mix with.


An audacious bunch now comes along

Prasob, Kiran, Nitheesh and Ragesh.

Along with them sometimes you’d find,

Our young scholar, LibinKumar.


A trait to admire and one so rare

Rivin acquires and carries it with pride.

No matter what the sticky situation

He always comes out in a refined manner.


Sonu is one you cannot miss

Friendly, helpful and a bag full of surprise;

Ajeesh comes off as a silent person

Dig a little deeper, and you’ll find the fun.


Here now I cite two specific people,

Who requires mention 'cause of their guest appearance;

Nirmal and Likhanov were my peers

For oh-so-many days I can count on my fingers!


There is this corner in my class

In the far left side of the room

Its occupants are an eccentric lot

Ones you cannot forget even by a long shot.


I start with Mido, the fashion guru

Friends say, he would've been a model, if it were for the height.

His partner in crime, Lithin K.U

My lab batch mate from 1st year that too!


Don, I’d say, is quite the Casanova

I daresay you all agree with me.

Dingu, my brother, you’d know him as Divish

A childlike dear of the block;


Standing tall, you’d see him there

With a lost expression defining his face

The bearer of this portrait is Rahul

And mostly, we’d have silly arguments.


Another tall figure with dashing looks

And might I add- a unique name

Is Datto Ram T.R., the sculptured prince

Whose charisma fades at the slightest movement!


A silent and strong character resides

In Sarath P. Kumar, or, to me, he's Cakes.

He spreads cheer, helps around and yet remains mysterious

With a window wedged slightly into the unknown;


And now I introduce an integral person

Who may not always be at this corner

Yet his guise is quite alluring

This is Vishnu, the quintessential entertainer.


The last few I saved for they are my closest

I give you Paru, my first ever bench mate.

Like a lottery I attained their company

Rajitha, Meghana and Anjali,

Time flew when I was with you.


Parvathy, in many ways we're both alike and yet so different,

Meghana, cutie pie, my sole confidant during labs,

Rajitha, who always found that perfect balance,

Between friends and fun and studies.

And last but not the least, let's not forget

Dearest Anjali, with her trade mark smile

And the largest ever accessory collection I’ve seen.


Cheers to you all, my classmates

Without whom my college life would've been a void.

My only desire for years from now

Is that we all bond with the same love.


Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Wondering Ahead...





I long to see

How we'll turn out to be?

Years from now,

Wedding bells and vows-

Will we remember each other?

And those days,

When foes turned friends,

And friends, lovers!

No matter how much time flies by,

I wish to keep you near by.

And the fond memories we've shared

Like a pocket mirror of joy,

Reflecting the happiness in me.


Friday, December 31, 2010

Controversial Mix


Sweat trickled down her brow

Tears welled up and held within

Random thoughts cluttered her mind

Elegant, as she held herself-

Nowhere could she find peace

Good friends all around her

That supported her with all they did

Happiness was all that they saw in her.


What went around inside her soul?

Invisible to the outside world

Try as she might to express, but-

Hope and joy was all she showed

Interacting like a butterfly, she fluttered

Not a moment of weakness displayed.


Mystery hung all about her,

Everlasting and smiling at all.


Friday, December 24, 2010

Merry Christmas

And yet another festive time. Lights and stars and warmth and love all flying about in the air in abundance!

Merry Christmas all!!

P.S. where do i hang the mistle-toe??? ;-)

Thursday, June 17, 2010

When all is said and done.

In the anticipation of any one particular important event, people generally tend to have their heart-beats raise, confusion increase and have a somewhat inward blast of questions. But that's just putting it lightly. Human emotions can take such a wicked-wild ride when adrenaline runs loose.

This last one week, I went through a series of mixed emotions that varied from determination to confusion to utter blankness to a very agitated state to complete saturation and acceptance of whatever was going around me. Yet through it all, there was that divine peace resting in my heart. During every one of those moments I knew in the deepest of my heart that I'd get through it. And now when all is said and done, I've got by just as well and I couldn't have done any of it without the grace and mercy of the Lord my God.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

A phase in life...


He had chanced to cross her path once again; just like he had years ago, in that school corridor. They had been the best of friends through out their schooling and then even kept in touch after they'd pursued their different interests. He had become a celebrity and somehow his busy schedule widened the gap between them. Unintentionally, he had stopped replying to her messages.The memory of her was but another one in the cluttered past. Until today, when he saw her again. Now, he stood there in the pouring rain. No amount of persuasion would make him move from her side. He held her tight in his arms; not wanting to let her go. In a moment all this would be over, he told himself. The ambulance would come, take her to the hospital, and the doctors would treat her wounds and she would get better. But somewhere in his mind, a nagging thought held him. What if she doesn't pull through? What if the ambulance doesn't make it in time? In all his life, this was the first time he had to take control of a tense situation. It had happened very suddenly. They had been walking back home after a wonderful dinner. She had asked him to go down this street because it was quieter and the moonlight shone beautifully down the stony path. Then all of a sudden it had begun to rain and the street had become dark. He wanted to take the shelter of a nearby store. She didnt want to. She preferred to walk in the rain. She said it reminded her of the old times: when they walked back from school in the rain, singing and dancing merrily. Just as they were about turn around the corner to the lane that reached up to her apartment, they heard gunshots being fired. On an impulse they both turned around to see what was happening. Two masked men were getting into their black sedan, which was speeding towards them. He tried to pull her aside to safety but she seemed to be in a trance and was rooted to the ground. Her face didn't show fear. She had a very calm and thoughtful expression. The blaring horn and his pleading voice to move from the way seemed to her as from a different sphere. In that last second before she was hit she had turned to look at him; her eyes sparkled and she had the smile of an angel. Now, even as she lay in his arms, unconscious and bleeding, she seemed to be at perfect peace. A little red book had fallen out of her purse from the impact of the crash. It was opened to the page that read:
I loved you when you were with her, but knew better than to breathe a word. I loved you when you left her for all the rumors you'd heard. I loved you when you went running back, and never second-guessed your decision. I loved you when she left you, tears clouding your vision. I loved you with your broken heart and scars I couldn't mend. I still loved you, but I never wished to hate you more than when you said "I'm glad we're friends."

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Another year end..

With the moon still shining
In the perfect clear sky,
Yet another year
Bids farewell to all ye here.

With hours left for the beginning of the new year, I withdrew to myself (as best as i could), in the quiet of my room (with my brother interrupting the peace now and then), and thought about the past one year. Looking back, the few resolutions that I did take at the beginning of this year is somewhat justified today. Resolutions are generally not my thing (as I like to keep all options open) but it's nice to have an idea of what you want to stick on to in the coming year. Looking at it from that angle, 2010 could be the year to make some changes around here.

2009 turned out to be pretty okay. There were a few ups and downs, but mostly it was the middles. I don't feel like time has run off and we've reached the year end in the blink of an eye. Yes, it did drag quite a bit. Mostly around the months of August and September all those 24 hours, in each of those 61 days, went without missing a single stroke of the clock. Then, of course, there were those fast months like May and November and maybe a week or two from October and December combined. College side of the year was kinda fun - mainly s5. s4 dragged too much. That took away the essence of the semester totally. The tournaments, meetings, conferences, and the tech fests were all the best parts of the year. Tried some new stuff this year. Even though I was pushed into it, I had fun and totally rocked.

Hoping all the very best for 2010 and wishing the same for each and every one of you.

God Bless. Happy New Year :)