COLLEGE BLUES

College is about studies, isn’t it? Its about the fervour of a lifetime about the job your going to get, the percentage of a lifetime that’s going to take you to where you want to be in your professional life and so on. Yet isn’t there a more personal life associated with college life. Most of us in college would agree to this statement. Well here goes my experience at college.
The first day about college is always about the trepidation of treading into new territory, isn’t it. It wasn’t any different for me either. I was literally thrown 50 feet and awoken with a thud as i came to terms with the blooming city of Jaipur from the sleepiness I was used to in the palm fringed state of Kerala. I had my humble origins in Trivandrum, the capital of coastal Kerala. Jaipur was a new experience- totally different people, horrible (at least to me) food and of course an unforgiving weather.
Let me tell you first about the first class I had. I feel those Goosebumps arising as I feel every time I remember that day. It was a moderately sunny (moderate in desert climate standards) day with absolutely no clouds in the sky. As I walked to college I kept my eyes away from prying seniors and kept thinking about what I would do in the next four years. Promising myself that i would work harder than ever, I strode onward towards the eerie building. My first class was scheduled in the ADM block or the administrative block (I found it quite odd though that classes were held in the administrative building). The class was a cornucopia of eager faces; I could make out a few chinkis, a couple of dark tulus and many locals. Finding a seat next to a proper chinki, I set my books and my box (yeah! I did use a box, but it lasted only the first day) and sat staring at the board. I was wondering if the weirdo next to me knew any English at all and my knowledge of his “ chin chon choo “ was as much as I knew about life on the Andromeda galaxy. I looked him up again and getting tired of the silence i extended my hand-“ Nithin Ramachandran, Kerala” what about you? He closed his eyes and shook my hands with both his hands and said “ Khumyungbum yum Jao Singh “. I just stared at him with a blank expression on my face; a couple of minutes later I said, “ come again , what’s your name ?” Well he repeated the name around a hundred times and I managed to learn the first two words of his name. However our discussion was interrupted by a gorgeous young lady .



- to be continued