An amazing place called TVS...

My school life in TVS started from my 3rd standard . Thrilled was i when i joined this school, Such a big campus, teachers who were more like friends, no restrictions, equal attention given for co-curricular activities.

Wow as i pen down my thoughts, i am taken back into those days where we used to take the school bus, the excitement on reaching school before the other bus reaches. (Now i guess there are more than 10 buses) whoa... way to go people.. the corridor plays before the class started, how many of you skated with your shoes and had races with the guys... i have people.. typical of me... the class tests, the section fights between the guys, the key word test our history mam used to give (I used to be her pet too), the drawing class in the craft hall, our french classes taken by our principal, CCA, Friday assembly, Volley ball classes, bunking classes for dance practise, Fortnight Test with five subjects on the same day, no bunking classes the previous day of the fortnight test, awaiting new joiners every year, the post lunch coconut burfi fight, cycle stand talks, bus stand talks, talks talks talks.. phewwwwww.. lots lots lots to write.. Dont you even give that finally-we-escaped-smile... There are very few schools where the students are given freedom to express their thoughts, to play around, to bring out talents. And mine was one toooo....

Every year we used to have fire crackers being burst by some mysterious, whacky, intelligent guys in some empty class room, or near the staircases when our classes are going on. Come on don't give me that look, what do you call them when you can't even find who had done it. When you go to that place you can find different means they had used to burst it, but all well planned. Our classes will be half way and teachers would have gone to investigate.. and whoaa.. we are freee... Every year during the board exams, we had always topped the state. Just makes me so so so proud to have studied there. Ok dont ask me now.. All the teachers had always been friendly, which makes me wonder had i ever been afraid of my teachers.. well the answer is.. naaaaaaaa.... but we did hold enough respect for them though...

Whenever we had a family get together, we used to have fights amongst cousins on whose school was the best... So much to talk about our school... What makes it more special is the Alumini we have in our school. Though its been years that I completed school.. the moment someone is gonna say LOSA that lits up a light in my eye. Meeting up with old friends and conducting a three day meet and organising competitions between the schools of the current generation, is no joke. It brings us back together, collecting funds, organising things, sticking posters during midnight and sitting in your old class, your labs I tell you... gives me goosebumps now. No jokes, it always brings in wonderful memories as the saying goes.. Memories have wonderful ways of bringing back favourite yesterdays.. and my school days always remain my favourite yesterdays...

As we always say, to whichever part of the world you go.. you end up meeting a person who had studied in TVS.... I can write on and on about my school.. but naaah.. sometime later... I will be back...

B(r)other

I don remember when exactly he entered my life... Was I happy, sad, did i feel a pang of jealousy that he will be sharing the love from all those who are dear to me... nope... I donot know. The moment i think of him, there comes a boy in his shorts, tucked in Tshirt, shoes , socks.. and a cute smile in his face. Ok cutting everyones imagination shorttttt... He is nonetheless my Smart B(r)other.

Like any normal brother & sister, we had our own physical fights (where both of us claim that we won... till now), mature fights (end up not talking for days) where he always comes back saying.. though you are wrong.. i ask for a sorry.. (this really irritates me more.) We grew up with me being a tomboy and him being shy. Moms pet is wht i say but mom refuses it saying, "Rendu perum enaku onnuthaan" ... as if i agree. When my friends used to come home, he was nowhere to be found and when his friends came home he wants me to be inside, when i happily chit chatted my way with all his friends. This is very very normal. Yeah Yeah i can hear you all sing a chorus. I had been quite rude to him at times, when i was really angry, but he has never taken it to heart and came back as if nothing happens. I do miss all those fights with him. Whenever there was a game being played during our childhood, he was always the "Uppuku chapani". He was brighter than me, anyday (but dad still believes am the best ;)) I don get it how he is in the software industry debugging codes. But whatever bright he is, he can never control his sleep. Have heard stories of him sleeping in classrooms from his school, till college days when the classes were going on and still continue to hear this story as he is leading a team in the corporate world. hahaha my revenge time.. wonderful i am loving it. I know now the entire vote is for my bro... wait till you reach the end. "Picture abhi baaki hai mere Dhost"

But as we grew up, and matured (ok stop giggling there Iam old enough now) my cousins were not spared, coz when both of us are together, we pull their legs and they end up saying next time we are not near you. As we started taking our own lives in separate roads, we got to talk more on mobile phones and less of meeting each other. As we are left with a wonderful saying "Memories have wonderful days of bringing back our favourite yesterdays" all the wonderful memories i share with my bro are priceless.

The love, the fight, tears, happiness everything is divided by three now. Yes here comes the first relation in our life and am so happy for him. Just love to see his happiness, his excitement, his craziness, also scared poor thing how is she gonna manage him.. :)

Wishing life's best for both of you dears... You both are close to everything now...

Madurai...The City that never Sleeps...

True to those words enga ooru thoongi nan enaikume pathathu ilai... It starts with the freshness in the morning when we go out and see people queueing to get milk, the small tea shops with hot milk boiling and chaya ready to be given... men squatting near the shops waiting for the tea.. apadiye cut panrom.. shot moves to the ladies who are readily with their kola maavu* to start painting their imagination in front of their house... This scene is really missing as we move out of the city to the metro life... omg.. how much i am missing being at home...


The hustle bustle life starts slowly, the milk man going from one home to another, the paper boy throwing papers, ammas preparing breakfast for their kids and the husbands and the family... Kids on cycles to schools, Men hurrying in their bikes... all these are regular morning plights in every city.. yes i agree.. but Maduraikunu oru Shtyle irukunga...

You should be very talented to ride a bike in Madurai. If you have ridden a bike here then you can ride it anywhere... apadi oru logic... god knows when the person going in front of us will turn, dono which side is he going to turn, though the right indicator will keep blinking he still will not turn at times, when the Green light turns on the signal people rush like they are participating in a F1 race... The steaming looks i get from my dad when i ride it along with the crowd... nowadays as we are turning into the wonder world of telecommunications, people drive/ride with cell phones on their ear (even the cyclist holds his mobile and not bothering about others but ride to his own glory) ...

Speaking about respect... Madurailathaanga kathukanum. Any person is treated with due respect here... After setting foot into Chennai the first thing that shook me hard was the way we were treated by the local automan... "Enga oorula epadi mariyathaiya pesuvaanga theriyuma" My friends should be tired of hearing this stmt from me all the time...

The "Manmanam maratha pengal". Western shtyle is trying hard to step into Madurai... Though u see women in jean or kurthas, the traditional manam is still there. You can see girls in half saree, Sarees mostly and chudidhars come next and a few % of jeans and others. What more do you want

More stories to continue later...

Lifes Exciting Moments...

Many great excited moments comes and goes in everyones life... Am not spared too... Sharing such moments would be great fun and so here it goes. It starts wayyyy down when i was in my school days. Every sunday we used to go to our grandparents house and after lunch we (four of us, the brats down home) used to wait for the dairy milk that our grandpa used to give us. Those days cadbury used to come with different animal moulds in the chocolate. Getting one of our favourite in the chocolate was a real excitement. Those were the innocent days where anything and everything excited us...

Then came the day when i got my bicycle. A real excited me... Those days going out to an icecream parlour with friends was really exciting. Our parents never used to let us go out of the neighbourhood line, but every last annual exam we used to get permission and go for our much awaited parlour visit with our full gang... and going in the new cycle, used to get an elated feeling.

College was always fun, participating in the culturals and getting prizes everytime, was a real excitement. Practising for culturals, participating and winning was the real one... And finally getting to hoot and cheer for our team, was the greatest joy i had ever felt.

When i got my Lakshmi(My bajaj sprit) i really wanted to go round the city as much as i can. I felt like i had got freedom all of a sudden. When i wanted to go shopping, or just go to a place i just need not wait for some transport or depend on someone to come and pick me...

We were a gang of 7 in our office. We used to hang out lots after work. Whenever we used to go out, try new dishes, every moment i remember. The surprise parties with my room mates, Planning for a surprise party, getting gifts, and waiting till the person sleeps and brining the cake with all candles on and no lights in house. We sure did enjoy those moments.

But anyday, whenever there was a break and when returning home to meet mom, dad and my bro had always been fun. Being with them, just lazing at home and doing nothing but just eating mom made food and roaming out, nothing in life can match it...

Once upon a time...

Long ago.. long long ago... Nobody can say how long ago... ஹேய்ய் ஸ்டாப் ஸ்டாப் அப்படினு நீங்க எல்லாரும் கத்தறது என் காதுல விழுது... சரிங்க கொஞ்ச வருஷத்துக்கு முன்னாடி நான் கல்லூரில படிச்ச கதை தான் இது... நீ படிச்சது ஒரு பெரிய விஷயமா அப்படினு கேக்காதீங்க...

நான் படிச்சு டாக்டர் ஆகனும்னு எங்க அப்பா அம்மா கனவு, ஹ்ம்ம் எனக்கு கூட இருந்தது அப்புறம் என்னோட மார்க் கொஞ்சம் கம்மி ஆகி, மதுரைல இருந்த ஒரு பெண்கள் கல்லூரில படிச்சேன். சேர்ந்த கொஞ்ச நாள்ளையே எனக்கு நெறைய நண்பிகள் கிடைச்சாங்க... (பொதுவா நான் கொஞ்சம் வாயாடி). வகுப்புக்கு ஒழுங்கா போவேன் ஒழுங்கா படிச்சிருவேன் ஆனா அதுக்கு ஏத்த மாதிரியே சேட்டையும் இருக்கும்...


இதுல குறிப்பா சொல்லனும்னா என்னோட மிக நெருங்கிய தோழியும், இன்று வரை என்னோட சண்டை போடாத அவள் இன்று ஒரு குடும்ப தலைவி, இரண்டு பெண்களுக்கு தாய்... இவள பத்தி நான் கண்டிப்பா சொல்லியே ஆகணும்

எல்லா சேட்டை பண்றவங்க மாதிரி நாங்க கடைசி பெஞ்ச்ல தான் ஒக்காருவோம், நாங்க பயப்ட ஒரே மேடம் "வித்யா". இருந்த மூணு வருஷத்துல எனக்கு இப்ப வரைக்கும் அப்படியே ஞாபகம் இருக்கற விஷயம் நாங்க அடிச்ச காப்பி. லேடீஸ் காலேஜ்ல அதுவும் எங்க காலேஜ்ல காப்பி அடிக்கறது பெரிய விஷயங்க. இத ஏன் சொல்றேனா நான் "College Secretary" வேற. இதுல இது வேறையா... பின்னாடி யாரோ சொல்றத கேட்டுட்டு தான் இருக்கேன். முத "internals" ல நான் தான் முதல் மார்க் கிளாஸ்ல, ரெண்டாவது "internals" ல காபி அடிக்கும்போது மாட்டாம எப்படியோ தப்பிச்சிடோம், ஆனா பரீட்சை பேப்பர் வந்தது, கிளாஸ்ல எல்லாருக்கும் பேப்பர் கொடுத்தாங்க ஆனா எங்க ரெண்டு பேருக்கும் கடைசில தான் பேப்பர் கொடுத்தாங்க, பேப்பர்ல மொத்தமா அடிச்சிட்டு "0" அப்படின்னு மட்டும் இருந்தது. எங்களுக்கு மார்க் பாத்து ஏதும் கஷ்டமா தெரியல, எப்படியும் அடுத்த "internals" இருக்கேனு ஒரு நெனைப்பு, ஆனா எப்படிடா "Vidhya" மேடம் மூஞ்சில முளிக்கரதுனு... ரொம்ப அவசியம்னு நீங்க எல்லாம் கஷ்டபடறது தெரியுது... என்னோட பதிவுகள படிக்க ஆரம்பிக்கறதுக்கு முன்னாடி யோசிச்சிருக்கணும்... இப்ப ஒன்னும் செஞ்சிக்க முடியாது :-) செஞ்சிக்க முடியாது...

அப்புறம் "department" ல எல்லா "staff" முன்னாடி இனிமே இப்படி பண்ண மாட்டோம்னு சொல்லிட்டு வந்தோம்... கிளாஸ்கு வந்து ஒரே சிரிப்பு, அடக்க முடியாத சிரிப்பு, சிரி சிரின்னு சிரிசிட்டே இருந்தோம், இதெல்லாம் பெரிய சாதனையான்னு எல்லாரும் யோசிக்கலாம் ஆனா, ஒரு லேடீஸ் காலேஜ்ல படிச்சு பாருங்க அதோட கஷ்டம் தெரியும்... ரொம்ப கஷ்டபட்டுருக்கோம். அப்புறம் காலேஜ்ல "Class bunk" அடிச்சது , "Ma'am" a கிளாஸ் எடுக்க விடாம சும்மா ஒக்காந்து கத பேசுனது, இதெல்லாம் வேற எப்பயாச்சும் சொல்றேன்...

சரிங்க உங்கள எல்லாம் பாத்தா ரொம்ப பாவமா இருக்கு... இப்படியே உங்களை எல்லாம் விட்டுருறேன்... மீண்டும் சந்திப்போம்

Friends - Part I

I once read somewhere; God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers and mother cannot be everywhere with the child and so he created friends”. What a lovely thought and how genuine is that meaning. Caring, thoughtful, possessive, understanding, loving, sharing; they come in all flavours

There are issues that can’t be shared with our parents but can so easily be done with friends. They just listen to you. Getting back advices comes back though. The world cannot be a happier place without friends. Friendship does mean a lot in terms of, to share, to roam, to gossip, to get advice, to get a helping hand at the time of mess, being comfortable with each others company even during silence. My friends have always been there. Right from schooldays till now, and earning more friends has never stopped in me. Every friend has a different thing to share with you.

Different titles did we have for each friend. From best friend, close friend, sweet heart, to not so close friend, acquaintance the list goes on. Days did pass on with getting angry when someone speaks to your friend and then getting to know that person and forming a big gang. Bunking classes and watching movies, going to friend’s house for dinner, lunch, clueless about future. All we know was fun, fun and fun. The bus travel till college, the loud chatter that was non stop, even after getting a glare from the fellow passengers, the single samosa and the tea enjoyed by all after college, running to get a seat in the bus, bunking classes together for culturals the major fun event, chatting the only non stop entertainment we had, in bus, under the tree, during class hours (even after getting punishment for talking), during lab hours, waiting for bus, on phone… phew, never knew what we actually spoke but those were really happy memories. As I always say “Memories have wonderful ways of bringing back favourite yesterdays”

As we grow the friendship matures, now the discussions on serious affairs. Life, what to study more to get into another company, about marriage, about moving to another company, about socialistic issues… much more mature topics. But still it is really wonderful to have friends to discuss all of ‘em.

To be contnd…