My class... my cheese....

Here, in KJC, they provide us a mentor. Exactly I feel SHR too provided me with a mentor, but not in records, thats peter.
Peter taught me, “People, they are not just black and white”
Okey…. They are not black and white, they are not just good and bad, they are more than good and bad, they are personalities with different perspectives. Njan sammathichu. (just now he ringed me up, Peter, he just know that I am thinking about him, jada thendi, still I call him pottan peter)
appo first day… there was an inaugural function. Nothing different… the same boring session, then a tea break and I had a biscuit break as my system doesn’t allow to take tea inside. Then seminars after seminars…. All that orientation programme stuffs. I really want to tell them that, “ithokke anthappan kore kandittullatha”. From next day itself we got works to do, presentations and reports, book reviews etc. Had one week orientation programme.
Scene: class room.
There was a girl, we were also there, but she thinks she is the only survival there. She wants to do everything, sometimes even lecturing and to complete all assignments the first day itself and plans to collect her mba certificate the next day. Kooduthal onnum parayunnilla, the same as me as I were 5 years back, during my first year at SHR. Enthokke aayirunnu…. Ak 47, Malapuram kathi, ambum villum....... avasanam....
Back to present. Boys were all more or less the same, I should say cool boys. Equally competent and took competition for the chicks the right way it should be. None were serious about finding their soul mate, and so everything was just fun. We always discuss about our strength and weaknesses among ourselves and advice each other in their key strength areas; nothing on our management abilities but on our flowering abilities.
Girls, they were the same, never after boys, but want to be the best among themselves, want boys to come after them… athanu… oomm kure kandathu thane… “oom.. ente patti pokum” like our Dileep in kalyana raman. Ithanu njangalude nilapadu. How can I describe them, girls, more positively?? He.. he..
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National conference for two days, at our college, exactly that was something I felt like breaking the ice session. Exactly we broke it… the ice between our classmates, seniors and our teachers. We could show them what we really are apart from the full sleeve shirts and tie, and could also understand who they really are. We have arranged the quadrangle and stage. We all enjoyed it, especially hostellers. We have to take big bricks and to work till 11 o clock at night and morning by 6 O clock again at work. Anyway that was a good physical exercise. There are real men among us, who are not logical about the material benefit from all those toiling, they just do what they feel to do. Also about one senior girl, almost powerful as men are, weighs around 80Kg and soo funny that we just love to work with her.. about our senior boys… they crack jokes among themselves but not with juniors… but they are friendly.. dedicated towards their work. Then conference sessions and all… are boring to write and to read… skip.. skip… and an another skip.


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Today there was something between us, Boys. There is a rule that we have to talk in english and if we found to talk in other languages have to pay Rs.100 towards celebration fund. Two of our boys are caught and have to pay hundred rupees each. There was a suggestion from one of our class mate to divide this due amount between us and lighten the burden of paying the sum by a single individual. It will come around 5 or 10 rupee each and none of the boys were there to support this idea, here comes the difference in opinion. 1. People won’t care about the fine if it is paid by their classmates. 2. We don’t have to pay for others faults. 3. Though the intention is good, it won’t work. 4. Can’t say an opinion because not used to tell opinion in the public. We can summarize the whole opinions like this. Again a story without a climax… he.. he…