My Day of College Convocation...

Dedicated to all my friends of Maharaja Prithivi Engineering College


I was in Marketing Management II class. It was the lecture about how creating the Brand Equity. In the mid of the class, I felt a vibration in my mobile phone kept in my jean trouser pocket. I was thinking as what to do, whether to take out my cell phone and check out why it was disturbing me or leave it as it is. After a minute I decided to take out the phone and who the hell was disturbing me. I thought myself to be the best pocket-picker of the world and took my mobile device out of my pocket without making any posture change. I checked out the screen as why my one year old Sony Ericsson K530i was vibrating, disturbing me in my class.
There was a message in the new activity window which was send by one of my best friend. I wasn’t able to control my emotions and quickly opened the message. I raised my head up as if I were not doing any mischiefs and checked what Mr. Rajagopalan is lecturing about. After a few seconds unable to control my anxiety I bent my head down and started reading what the message was all about. It read “hi friends after a long gap we got a chance to unite back for a day. Yes, our day of convocation is announced and it’s on the 25th of this month”. I thought for a second and went back to the beginning of the message and read it again as to check my eyes. .
Yeah it read the same. There wasn’t any mistake. It was all about my college convocation day. I checked out the date once again, it was 25th March, 2010. I quickly opened the calendar application in my cell phone and searched for the number 25 in that screen and my eyes quickly scanned through and found the day marked as ‘Th’. After a second all my anxiety, my joy, my happiness went down as a drop of mercury level droping down in some physics laboratory instrument. “Oh God”, I said to myself and hated our college management for fixing the most precious day of any student, the day of convocation, when a student will be credited his degree, the day when he/she will be given a golden opportunity to meet his old friends, his best pals at the same place where they were all spending their four years of big Undergraduate program, on Thursday.
I felt much embarrassed and leaped over my chair. I was no more interested to listen that boring marketing lecture. I was well sure that I wouldn’t be able to attend the convocation since there was a very little probability for me getting a leave. I started thinking of what all lies I have to tell to my Associate Dean. I have to convince her telling all those lies. No, no it won’t be possible. I again said “Oh God”, that was what I was able to tell in that moment.
I turned over my head and checked the whole class as what the others were doing. Everyone were busy, busy in their deep sleep. Kiran was falling down in his deep sleep; Sreenivas laid his head down over the desk and Hussain was trying to keep his eyes open. But he failed. I bumped out a big breath and started thinking back about the message I received. I checked the time in my watch. The needles showed the time to be twenty minutes past four. I had only forty minutes left to sit back in this college for the day. After that I will be free for the day except for preparing some presentations.
I leaned little front and rested my elbow above the desk. I was thinking about the message again. I quickly went through a flash of memories, my sweet past memories of my college. It was just like few black and white circles rotating in and out as shown in the old Malayalam movies. My first part of memories was those days of my final year of my studies. Then I remembered the days with my friend Hari, only sitting for the attendance, walking through the empty verandas of the classes, always discussing something serious, something really serious to transform our small college to the level of the MIT or else discussing about the lack of unity within my classmates and the way how our lecturers pass their time without taking classes. It’s was really good there, I felt. Suddenly I remembered that he will not be able to come for the convocation since he is now doing his MS abroad.
Then I thought about the pal who send me that message which made me think all these beautiful memories. Yeah it was a girl and so I am not interested in disclosing her name. My days with her was splendid, it was so beautiful that I enjoyed her company so that I was willing to part from her. Our project days, bus travels, trip to Siruvaani waterfalls and pulling her hair from behind during the class hours, commenting about her make-up and the most important was our train trip to Hyderabad. I remember the drop of tears that fell down her cheeks, which I noticed in the dim light of the train compartment, unable to soothe her. It was really so magnificent. I really miss her in my MBA class.
All of a sudden, I heard a loud laughter and was back to my consciousness. I realized that I was still sitting in that class of Marketing Management II and Mr. Rajagopalan cracking a big joke and was laughing and all the students accompanied him. Me too laughed not even knowing what the joke was. Everyone calmed down after a second. I enquired Sujith, who was sitting beside, as what the joke was all about. He said it was not a joke, said he is going to extend the class till six so that he will be able to complete the chapter. I wondered as what was there to laugh for this making an extension. I checked out my watch and found the time showing five minutes past five. I turned my face and looked through the window over the girls side. I saw ray of light from the evening setting sun. It was so beautiful to look at it.
I sat back leaning back and replayed the paused memory. This time I started with the lunch timings of my previous college, my lunch with the CSE guys in the canteen having that Rs.20 meal. Was that an ordinary meal or was that a combo meal. i still have doubt in that. It was the tasteless food I have ever had in my whole life, that was sure. I then remembered my nap after my lunch and my sweet sister coming over disturbing me not to sleep. I usually use to give her advice or was that in turn. Whatever it is, we usually fight over one another arguing things and not compromising. Fight, the word fight itself remind me about my shatru who always want to kill me cruelly with my blood-shed all over my body. My shatru, was she my real shatru or was she my well-wisher?, Still I don’t know the answer. She was so good that she was always wanted me to be one of her good friend. She always used to say that we both have the frequency of thinking and our character alike and me too found most of the times it to be true. Usually our day always starts with morning greetings. She says that I was the first person to wish her a Good Morning and so even now we start our chatting with the same greetings. Very soon I felt like someone holding my hands, then I remembered the scary house in Hyderabad where we went during our final year industrial visit. I remember my shatru holding my arms tightly screaming aloud so scared and me pulling her out and holding her foot after she had a cramp when we came out from the Snow World.
I smiled a little thinking about my shatru. I was back to my conscious and checked my watch. It showed forty minutes past five. I turned around and looked at the guy who was sitting behind me. He was sleeping so, that he might have felt the lecture to be a lullaby. After a few minutes everyone started chit-chatting around and our professor who was also fed up taking class for the sleeping managers of tomorrow, made an end to his three hour long lecture, asking us to read the rest of the material. Everyone made a big sigh of relief as if we got a bail from a murder case. Me packed my bag and left the class thinking of having a sound sleep as soon as I reach the hostel.
I am so sorry friends that I was not able to complete my rest of my college memories which I think I need atleast a day more in introducing all my friends I had there. College days are so sweet and unforgettable. The classes, desks and benches, our lab, ground, and our favorite rest-room, chit-chats, mokkai’s, fights, misunderstandings, exams, they are just memories now. GONE ARE THOSE DAYS…
This convocation day might be made to overcome such emotional feelings and to be back as we were a year before, as a college student, as a guy who has tension about the future. Let us hope that everyone will be able to join together and be good as ever before and spent that little time we are given with joyfully…

a technolgical thought

I have been thinking of this very big idea since my school days...Now its over a long gap nearly five big years.Still I am afraid to discuss about this to others. This idea is so simple. Its about passing electricity through air, which is the only thing that is present everywhere.I have studied in Physics that when a force is exerted over an atom of a gas a hole can be created by the discharge of a negative ion or an electron. If such a negative ion comes out of the atom, it can definetly form a bonding with another atom and that might result in a creation of a hole. If this process continues which means if there is a flow of electron from one atom to the other then surely it can form a definite direction, which in turn results in the production or passage of electricity. I am not sure with this idea. This is just my imagination. If you have any thoughts or suggestions regarding this please help me.