Once again the university is prooving itself to be itself..Not meant for anyone else to enjoy..especially the students..The University of Kerala, is again making a successful horror for its students .."Exams for Semester 7 on November 24"..Thus the six months semester had been condensed to a mere 2 month semester. It is merely one month,before the exams for semester 6 were over.
It was supposed that odd semesters will be having more time than even semesters because of the events and functions being conducted in the even semesters..But now , there was a month free (dont know for what purpose) during semster 6 and the semester was lagged.and Examz got postponded.Now after the onam hols when the college was reopened for next sem ,it was known about the exam dates..God knows how people are going to get through the examz with 2 months class..God help us!!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Exclusive Me-My Life
Chapter 1:
"Silly!!", This might be the first word that many will tell when they see me.. .Huh! It should be them in my place.. They would never have survived any farther . Never would anyone be better , I think, Unless they were like what they think from their birth. I might be the most tender at heart now..I dont know even myself.. I am keeping on changing every second.. And some of my behaviour depends on my friends.. I have copied a lot from my friends..
Could I have been much better??? I have asked myself this question lakhs of times... and each time, I get the answer as "NO"..Why am I like this? Whay am I doing like this ,that no one will like? A Few have asked me..I have given away an answer so as to console them, to let them go away without any of my experiences or secrets of my life..
But i think the time is up now..I must disclose every secret in my mind..I must let it out..Someone should know me.. If not the stories will be going untold..
I cannot remember much from my past..But whatever I write will be true and is from my small memory..As far as I remember , I have been brought up by my father and mother as usual.. It might not be of any importance to others on this, but it is important to me to tell whatever I remember..
My father and mother were having jobs.When I was a born, they kept an Aaya for me..That is, a servant.I cant remember anything there..But was told about from the photos and by the Servant..Her name was Sathi..We,me and my sister called her 'Sathi Aunty'..
I used to cry a lot, hungry all the time..mother told me when I became bigger,that I was to have a bottle always in my mouth..HeHee.. Otherwise I would cry the place down..My father was taking tution at home at that time, when I was small..The boys who came for tution would come and take me and go, until my father arrives.. They still remember me,even though i dont, except one ..[:D].
When my sister was born,I donno how I was.But One thing was sure..I liked her.. But I dont know why, she used to cry at the sight of me.. I wanted to take her ,care her..But mother told me , she used to cry out loudly in my presence near her..hmm..any way I loved her..And still I love her..
I dont remember a single thing about my behaviour during my babyhood.But I remember going to my father, to disturb him and his the boys there..hehe.had a lot of fun tucking their feets.
I was admitted to a kindergrden..I dont remember its name..There were a lot of children there,crying when admitted to their first classes..I dont know even now why children cry when they go to schools..Hmm.Anyway..I was not having any friends there..I dint know what friends meant and dint know how to interact. I was just a kid there who dint talk much.
I was isolated from other children at home and feared others when they ccame home..When there were visitors, I used to hide myself somewhere at times.. I dint like anyone..I feared all..I dont know much resons behind that..But i think it was my fathers words and deeds that made me worser..He used to tell all day how people like beggars kidnap kids and what they do with them.. He had told it many times to me , that I was very afraid even to get out of home..
I dint have much friends at home or at school.. When I go to my hometown,Kottayam,I had my cousin to play with,She's now also my best friend..
I always fought with my sister for every small thing..Even if it was for the bananas we eat,I used to take the biggest..I really dint know what is what.,..I must admit that I dint know what love is..My mother used to sing songs and tell stories at times in the night..We both slept hearing her telling stories..
I was admitted to LKG in HolyAngelsConvent.There I had many terrible experiences..And the terrible things were begining there..
"Silly!!", This might be the first word that many will tell when they see me.. .Huh! It should be them in my place.. They would never have survived any farther . Never would anyone be better , I think, Unless they were like what they think from their birth. I might be the most tender at heart now..I dont know even myself.. I am keeping on changing every second.. And some of my behaviour depends on my friends.. I have copied a lot from my friends..
Could I have been much better??? I have asked myself this question lakhs of times... and each time, I get the answer as "NO"..Why am I like this? Whay am I doing like this ,that no one will like? A Few have asked me..I have given away an answer so as to console them, to let them go away without any of my experiences or secrets of my life..
But i think the time is up now..I must disclose every secret in my mind..I must let it out..Someone should know me.. If not the stories will be going untold..
I cannot remember much from my past..But whatever I write will be true and is from my small memory..As far as I remember , I have been brought up by my father and mother as usual.. It might not be of any importance to others on this, but it is important to me to tell whatever I remember..
My father and mother were having jobs.When I was a born, they kept an Aaya for me..That is, a servant.I cant remember anything there..But was told about from the photos and by the Servant..Her name was Sathi..We,me and my sister called her 'Sathi Aunty'..
I used to cry a lot, hungry all the time..mother told me when I became bigger,that I was to have a bottle always in my mouth..HeHee.. Otherwise I would cry the place down..My father was taking tution at home at that time, when I was small..The boys who came for tution would come and take me and go, until my father arrives.. They still remember me,even though i dont, except one ..[:D].
When my sister was born,I donno how I was.But One thing was sure..I liked her.. But I dont know why, she used to cry at the sight of me.. I wanted to take her ,care her..But mother told me , she used to cry out loudly in my presence near her..hmm..any way I loved her..And still I love her..
I dont remember a single thing about my behaviour during my babyhood.But I remember going to my father, to disturb him and his the boys there..hehe.had a lot of fun tucking their feets.
I was admitted to a kindergrden..I dont remember its name..There were a lot of children there,crying when admitted to their first classes..I dont know even now why children cry when they go to schools..Hmm.Anyway..I was not having any friends there..I dint know what friends meant and dint know how to interact. I was just a kid there who dint talk much.
I was isolated from other children at home and feared others when they ccame home..When there were visitors, I used to hide myself somewhere at times.. I dint like anyone..I feared all..I dont know much resons behind that..But i think it was my fathers words and deeds that made me worser..He used to tell all day how people like beggars kidnap kids and what they do with them.. He had told it many times to me , that I was very afraid even to get out of home..
I dint have much friends at home or at school.. When I go to my hometown,Kottayam,I had my cousin to play with,She's now also my best friend..
I always fought with my sister for every small thing..Even if it was for the bananas we eat,I used to take the biggest..I really dint know what is what.,..I must admit that I dint know what love is..My mother used to sing songs and tell stories at times in the night..We both slept hearing her telling stories..
I was admitted to LKG in HolyAngelsConvent.There I had many terrible experiences..And the terrible things were begining there..
Friday, September 5, 2008
My College
The disturbing thoughts began to haunt my mind again ,as I celebrated my last onam in my College..I dont know how it feels to others when they think about their last Celebrations..One more year..Three years have passed by ,giving me immeasurable values of life and virtues that can never be seen..As the great day passes by, this is for the remembrance of this day..The Unique Onam Celebration..The Last..
Years have passed by giving new leaves to trees and shedding the old leadves..Each time new friend come,and replaces our values and views of life..But the pain is severe when leaving friends..
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