Hare Krishna,
Well, before
I begin my love story, let me introduce my family. I am a son of my dad with
two loving sisters. I never thought a moment my life would turnaround like this
when I joined in Diploma, in one of the oldest reputative college KDR, (Krishna
Devaraya) in wanaparthy. I
am still in dilemma whether I should be happy which gave me lifetime confidante
friends or regret I did not use it for my personal growth. To be frank, I was
born with a proverbial silver spoon in my mouth. Dad and Mom gave me whatever I
wished. Sisters cared me as if I am a nursery school boy and only one intelligent
chota brother gives all his support in every activity I do. That’s it.
College day of first year went very
fast. I happened to meet a plump boy on my first day called Vinod, I call him
“Vinnu” afterwards who had become my best friend, my guide who sees girls as
just useful objects. Of course, I don’t have right to blame his perception.
Because, he sees the world rationally, as always we knew rational people can’t
respond easily for human emotions.
We share everything from the bath
soap to Cigarette puff. Discuss anything from class girls to Porn stars. Eavesdropping
the girl’s communication and later ranting about their behavior as if we are puritans.
We barely go to classes in first semester; we attended forty five days out of
one hundred and forty. Again, there were reasons for our absence. a) We were
afraid of new technical terms that make our mind in turmoil.
b) The
boring classes, we normally get into sleep by their cacophony lectures.
C) We
suffered from Nostalgia, that’s why may be we frequently visit our homes.
Whenever we
went we both must go together, our staff often forgets us who we are and call
us with the different names. When Vinnu appears in the class they call him
chandu, when I was they call me Vinod. Sorry, I have never told you my name
right?? My name is Chandrasekhar. I have shortened it to “Chandu”.
. However, we had to deal with so many
new subjects which may make us good diploma students if we study them as our lecturers
instructed. Our College provides five branches
1.
AEI-
Applied electrical instrumentation
2.
CCP-
3.
EEE-
Electrical & electronics of engineering.
4.
Mechanical
engineering and also
5.
Diploma
in pharmacy.
I don’t want to get into the details of all branches; I will
tell you the subjects I am acquainted with my chosen branch EEE. Mathematics,
English, Physics, chemistry, basic electrical engineering and drawing including
four labs for each subject having its own practical, wiring lab is additional.
Passing out
all these subjects is a great deal for an ordinary, carelessness, uninterested
boy like me. So many times I thought why the hell I have taken this course not
joining in intermediate taking an easy group like C.E.C to get on easily even
though there was no hope of good career with it. To my despair, I have my
friend who got 9.7 G.P.A. (great point averages) in SSC and good rank in CEEP,
studied in residential school with full of restrictions not seemed interested
in his studies, Freedom problem, I guess.
And my faculty,
Anusha
madam, the physics lecture is a great pleasure to us. All class falls into pin
drop silence when she entered in just to listen to her. Not for the lecture she
wanted to teach but for the sweet words flowing out of her mouth. Her mild
nature keeps us attentive. The serenity in her behavior, the way she handles
things with us students impeccable.
She makes
all of us hyper active. She could turn any herculean task in her subject into
something trivial as easy as Newton’s second law. Force=mass*auxiliaration
she use to clarify our doubts patiently but nine tenths of students who goes
to her just to chat with her in the name of correction of doubts.
To simply
say, the time is inconspicuous by its absence in her class.
Purandhar Reddy, our drawing lecturer, a dedicated one to his
profession. I heard him say once “I won’t feel happy on my salary day if I
didn’t give my best to students.”Besides, when our principal asks him to teach
her only daughter who is a class mate of mine, he would teach her. She is
actually poor at her other subjects but pretty well in drawing. Anyone who is
not interested in drawing could also be a good drafter by his teaching.
Neelanna, Our lecturer of Basic Electrical of engineering,
who is actually working on a contract, I should say he is not good at subject,
but his attitude with us makes us surrender to him. I have never met a person
who doesn’t like him yet.
And other two,
Dasarath & Chakravarthi, our chemistry and mathematics lecturers
respectively. Umm, I don’t like them as I don’t like the subjects.
It is our boring chemistry class; we were staring at the
board unseeingly without any interest to listen to what the lecturer is
teaching, I joined in last bench, the place of fun, where Sameer, shekar and
Vinnu engaging in their most important work for the day. Face book.
We
all have smart phones with plentiful apps in it. We were grouping chat on face
book friends who sat next to me in same bench. All our conversation is only
clap trap always but this time just different.
Sameer: I don’t want to listen to the class ra.
Vinnu: Hmm…Even I am not interested in class any more.
Shekar: Abba...Do you think am I interested in it?
Me: You are all greater than me in any aspects. How do you
think I am listening to sir class?
Sameer: “Sir”?? I
don’t even want call him “Sir”. I feel like lizard crawling on my body when I
listen to the chemistry formulas. I don’t think I would pass this year by his
dirty lecture and dirty teaching... Oh god, please save me from this disgusting
creature!
Vinnu: Rey, What you feel is I feel all the time Sameer. But,
behave ok??
I had to send my reply.
Me: hey Vinnu, What Sameer said is right. I do not like
anything in here except you guys?
Shekar: Love you mama, for loving us. But I love the girls in
our class. Especially, Second bench, third right, Renuka.
(She is one of many shekar girls trying to flirt)
Sameer: Rey, have you ever tried one girl sincerely??
Shekar: well, I have no sincerity. I am unlike you hanging on
to only a sloppy Nepal chick.
Sameer: I marry her. You don’t intervene her topic in our
conversation okay?
Shekar: Then, Don’t judge me okay? If you can, follow my way?
Vinnu& I never texted anything in their argument, because
we never have any interaction with girls even in our school life. In girl
matters, they were far better than both of us.
Sameer: Say something, Vinnu? Why are you not even asking him
to stop speaking like that?
Vinnu: What I supposed to say Sameer? He is right in one
context, he don’t say he sticks to only one girl. He just goes with the wind
enjoying every moment with new expectations, optimism for fun thing. At least,
he doesn’t have to worry how to impress only girl, like you do with your lover.
Just tell me, do you guarantee your so called heart touching love will win? I
am not expert in girl matters and love. But I do say by your behavior in recent
days. You
never cried out when she didn’t send any message, all the time you do is cry
for her message or of her caring word in.
That is Vinnu. He always has a reason. That’s why I stuck to
this intelligent idiot.
Sameer: No reply.
Shekar: Sorry Sameer.
Vinnu: Sorry, Don’t
take me wrong Sameer. I just want you to be happy the way you used to.
I hate it when Vinnu say his apolizes to somebody, in my
view, he is always perfect.
Me: I am logging out ra. My phone is running out on battery
power. Already in red point.
With that, I switched off my phone intentionally, not
involving in their sentimental, hurtful, philosophical conversations.
Luckily, the bell rang and all the class fall into mayhem. We
have taken this choice to escape from the next dreary class MATHEMATICS.
I asked Sameer to get out the class to have a snooze at Sunil
Room, instrumentation branch friend. I have recently known he is from my own
village, Odela. As always, he agreed. Our next step is to sneak out as early as
we could without even knowing to our demonic seniors. I’ll tell you why I call
them demons later. If god doesn’t look at us any day with compassion, we are
booked. Four of us escaped from the class in minutes.
We know where Sunil keep his room key. As soon as we got in
Sameer wanted to have beer along with two cigars pockets. I brought him what he
wished with last money I had in my pocket. I know I should not encourage him
for his self destructive hobbies, but what to do? I didn’t have guts to go
against him. Besides, they are only my world. My ideal Vinnu is not my ideal in
drinking. He would keep calm even when he drank more than half bottle of Royal
stag, the brand they loved most. As you know I never say anything to him. My
only duty is to running errands for them when they required any kind of stuff.
Later in the evening Sunil, Dasu and Ganesh, tenants of the
room came and joined in us. They were the Sameer kind of people. Dasu proposed
movie plan and I am always ready for that. All of them, gave their contribution
and It was more enough to enjoy with full of snacks in interval. I wonder why
money comes from nowhere when it comes to cinema. Even the Ganesh, who hesitates
for hours to spend even one rupee could bring his wholesome money for cinema.
Everybody dies for entertainment, of course.
The Srinivasa theatre crammed with full of crowd. We were
reached to movie neck of the time. Already, cinema started. It was rebel movie.
All the fans of prabhas are in ecstasy with whistles and howls. Our batch is
rather more than all the theatre fans. I will just tell you an interesting part
in the theatre. Just listen, while we watching the movie song “Deepali” a boy
probably more than 7 and less than 10 years reached dais of theatre dancing his
best. But her mother took backs him to their seat in no time and beat him in
front of all the audience for doing such kind of dance. Their row is next side
to our row. I could see his shame for her curses, not for what other people
think. He felt like lower than worm. It is one of the experiences life told me.
When he grows up, he would not dare to dance. Even if he wants to dance he
could dance in his closed room. Freedom fades with the time. That is life’s bloody eternal truth.
As
days goes, our bunks to classes also increased. Once in a while we attend to
lectures. Lectures stopped asking about bunks. They just treated us the as if
the empty benches in the class. That is one of the things I really brood so
much about.Lecturues care you only when you are doing hyperactive things in the
class. Otherwise they don’t even know you exist. Vinnu, honored greatly in the
first days of college, but now he is another ordinary boy in a class to them.
All their attention only for intelligent class, who attended every one of the
class they gave, did the home work assigned us. Like, Srisailam, Vijayender and
Sridhar. In girls, sandhya and sravya they are bore stuff who don’t know
anything but academic books, drawing sheets, assignments, unit tests, labs and
records, preparation for quiz and seminars.
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