Engineering to Events management – The twisted paths of a new generation kid! Part III

This part had to take this long as mine and my friends love travails aren’t the best things to frankly, elaborate on. However I kept a promise and I have to keep it. And unfortunately there is no way to make this sound humorous, I’m afraid. The situations hurt. And I would like to share my vantage on all of it.

It’s a tale of pain, desperation, regret, whining, catharsis and redemption.

Reaching Chennai was frankly a bittersweet experience for all of us.All of us, in one way or another, adjusted . Some much well than others. Me not so well. Getting to use a mobile for the first time in 2006, which was a nokia 1110, was like getting a teleporter to a free world where my mom couldn’t eavesdrop on the other line and my dad couldn’t checklist my language. Initially though it was just a medium of device for my parents to call me up and ask me the day-to-day menu of my horrific mess, the tales of which I had described in more than graphic details to them. Such was the power and vividness of my description, that I remember to this day , my dad and mom and a couple of aunts, retched and threw up in their mouth . 😉

So back to the phone saga. Around November 2006, I came to know a friend of a friend, through purely chance. However since she had a phone, and I was already anxious to start using mine,  we exchanged numbers. Since I was always keeping it fun and genuine, slowly one thing lead to another, and soon we were going out. Let’s name here S. She was a final year M.Sc student, in one of the renowned women’s college in Chennai. S was a very fun, religious, ever smiling and chilled out girl and really brought new meanings to bubbly. For a hard-core romantic like me, she was the exact opposite. But still there used to be an aura around her, some sort of peace and fun and a kind of maturity, that I lacked . In short, it was bliss. I still remember the day that I shared this news with Gregary lying on the national highway interstate truckers parking area, tummy full after our midnight dinner, staring at the stars and just enjoying the moment. The moment I blurted out, his eyes widened and he displayed his 28 teeth, grinning ear to ear.

Greg – “Aliya, ninnaku line aayi alle… Jango Jango !! “ ( So you are hooked! Awesome! )

Even I felt happy to share with him and slowly to others about , the love of my life. But it wasn’t long lived. Talks of marriage had started at S’s place and she said that things wouldn’t be easy. Since I was in 2nd year of engineering and had yet 2 more years of expiry for hell, I couldn’t do much but ask her to take up a job in Chennai and wait. Likewise I hunted and found a job for her , ready for her to join by June . I still remember the last day we saw each other at Chennai central railway station, where she was to depart for a 1 month hiatus with family , before joining for her new job. We held hands, in the heavy rush and frantic atmosphere of the station, and she said everything would be alright. And she would be back soon. As the train pulled out, I couldn’t move from my spot, and I kept waving half walking and half running through the platform till, the train pulled out finally.

Back in hostel, nothing seemed right. I skipped meals(which was not a big deal, as I anyways did , thanks to the hairy minion), and I bunked classes. I badly wanted the month to get over , as the non communication was killing me. She couldn’t talk as her’s was a joint family and there was no means of privacy she had said. It took immense ascetic equivalent patience, to not take the phone and just dial her. The month slowly but gradually got over and June came. However , no call came. For the first time in 1 month, I rang her up. What greeted me was a network message, that the subscriber’s number was not in use. I kept ringing like a mad man every 1 hour, for the next  1 month. She hadn’t joined her new job, and none of her friends had any idea of her whereabouts. I had all but become a shell of my spirited and jovial nature, moody, cranky and snapping rudely at my friends for any reason. Gregary was there by my side and did his best to console me, which sadly was a lost cause.

2 months later, one of my junior’s sister was getting married and many of them left to kerala, to coincidentally my girlfriends hometown. I told 2 of my closest juniors Finaz and Praveen, to somehow get any info possible from her town. They promised they would. I waited for their call as the marriage date approached. They had said, once the function was over in the noon they would leave and investigate. I got a call around 2.30 pm and it was Praveen. This is how the conversation went

Praveen – “ Ivinetta, I’ve something to tell. But first ask Gregary to come and be with you.

Me – “ Tell me what the hell is it!? “

Praveen – “ Please at least go and be with him”

Me- “ Just tell me the f*** what is it!

Praveen – ” I saw S here with her husband. They married 2 months back and Arjun’s( junior) sister, is her friend.

That’s the last thing I remembered as I blacked out . After a while , I remember Gregary and few others slapping me back to this cruel reality which had bitch slapped me. Let me not go into the wretched details and show you a depressing picture of what followed from there on. But rest assured, I collapsed from everything that I once was. Became a loner, started obsessively thinking of suicide and other stereotype shenanigans, but only worse. And like that I remained for the next 2 years .  Later on many of my friends got lost in this void too. Even the so-called anti valentine, my best buddy greg. And that too, to a girl who came behind him, forced her love on him and made him accept her. I was happy for him too . But unfortunately, I don’t know till today for what reason, she dumped him. Likewise my other friends Jayakrishnan, Hari, and a lot more who prefer not to be named.

I wouldn’t say what happened to me was the worst thing in life. I’ve had much more worse things . However , now I just don’t feel nor care anymore. I just want to live a good life and contributing some happiness and lots of kindness to this world. Hopefully.

Today by the grace of god, my ever supporting parents and my rocking always ready to back up friends, I’ve finally entered the world of event management. It was a big jump, after my tryst with engineering and found that though I love the science of it, I wouldn’t probably want to do it day in and day out for a living. However if you ask me if this is what I’m set in, I wouldn’t say yes either. I am a jack of lots of trades. I would like to form a band one day with few of my close friends. I would like to travel the world. I would like to act in a realistic movie. I would like to hopefully one day start my own charity organization to reach out to the needy children in this world. But now I need to get over my quarter life crisis. And everything I do right now, leads to it.

And that was my new generation twisted paths from engineering to event management. Hope you guys were on this with me from the start and could relate to the joys and pains of my wonderful college life. Do let me know your feedbacks in the comments section. Will be waiting to hear from you , all your views and opinions.


Engineering to Events management – The twisted paths of a new generation kid! Part II


Returning back to Chennai was a tumultuous situation for me. I regretted leaving again the safety and comfort of my family in Dubai, back to that horrible place called Chengalpattu(which is in no way, a part of Chennai. However ,for all intents and purposes, I’m gonna refer to it as only Chennai! :P). Finally again after lots of tears and hugs with mom (my dad is akin to a neanderthal caveman , when it comes to emotions. The maximum he does is grunt! ;)). Just kidding dad..

Landing back in Chennai, I went to my aunt’s place , which was my safehouse in Chennai. I went there for predominantly 3 reasons : money, non appendages dipped good homely Kerala food, and general happy time  in the company of my cousins. From there, I again loaded my luggage and was on my way back to college after 2 days. But this time there was a major change in the wind. I was in 2nd year. The year where you shed your scared, feared and docile skin and is born again as a raging lion ( Singam if u prefer tamil! ;)). Landing back in the hostel, I was quick to find roomies, my favorite mechanical buddies Amith, Lijin, the I.T guy Arundas. Quickly settling down, we were eagerly waiting for the 1st years to come, waiting to play seniors! 🙂 At last they came, and the ragging began. I remember one day, when just going in and out of rooms, visiting to see which person had each room alloted, I witnessed 2 juniors each in every room, stripped to the bare necessities, (essential to prevent a gay atmosphere) ;). The very people who had been so muted and silent, that I had doubted if handful of them were even suffering with down’s syndrome or dyslexia, were seen giving punch dialogues and slapping their thighs, pushing and manhandling them poor juniors! I’m sure many of you might be wondering  if I didn’t rag! 😛 Well, I discovered in that very year , that I’m a pacifist. I mean I get really mad and violent fits of temper. However I hate ragging, or physically manhandling anyone, just because I don’t feel it’s necessary. (Though towards the end, I had to change a bit of that too :P). The maximum ragging I did is make my juniors get me biscuits, recharge cards and do my records! 😛 ROFL… I’m sure my juniors who read this are gonna agree to this.

But soon after the initial stages , we all became one huge gang. The juniors did respect and love us , and in turn we helped them in studies( atleast others did :P), and helped them in their girl issues, other senior’s issues. In short, we molded into one big solid fraternity of brotherhood . By the way, none of us were called by our real names, in the hostel. Some of them were BBC, shaddy(underwear) 😛 , Dingan(superhero in malayalam comics), Annan(bro), Ashaan(master), Kotta(basket), Girigiri(gregary), Kunju(pygmy), Pappan(Padman), Thotti(long pole- Ananthu), Kanjan(druggie) etc.. ;). And some of them even leaked to the girls hostel and hence bacame famous in college.

Slowly I found my best friend. Gregary. The kickass, carribean beauty 😉 , as we used to make fun of him. However ,he remains one of the many assets I can count from college days till this day. Over the years, including batchmates and juniors , Pradeep, Ananthu, Rahul, Dhillroy,Clint, Hariprasad,Philip,Vysakh,Uwaise, Lijeen, Lijin, Finaz, Deepak, Nithun,Prasanth, Akhil, Aghil, Arun, Gokul, Shyam, Dilip etc were the members joining the roster of besties. All of us shared a passion for fun and adventure and mischief and whatnot. One of the best incidents till this day would be our nightly hostel bunking, from a 1×1 ft toilet grill on the 1st floor, slide down through a reinforced pipe, to walk 2 kms through dog security, paddy fields filled with thorns and thistles, shit filled by lanes, barbed wire, to the nearest junction called Padalam. Here interstate truckers used to come and hence there used to be 24×7 functional road side dhabba serving hot egg dosas, porotta, chicken, omelets, and teas! One of our such trip , proved to be the most memorable one. Gregary and me were leading a batch of newbies through the above said obstacles. It was a full moon night. We were returning after eating , and were stealthily running from cover to cover and reached the backside of our mess. As I was checking for securities or dogs, Lijeen(Kunju) suddenly exclaimed

“Aliya, Dheda oru tar itta roadu!!” (“Dude, See there is a tarred road!”)

I was thinking in the back of my mind, where the hell would there be a tarred road at the back of my hostel! However , the adrenaline pumping or the excitement of what we were doing, blurred my analytical skills temporarily and I walked on to the so called “road”, which was shining bright with the moon light. Wait! Shining? Do tar roads shine in moonlight? The next sequence of events happened in a blur. I heard a “PLONK” and Lijeen vanished from sight. I ran to see what happened and “PLOOONKK” , I sank into the so called tar road, which turned out to be the fricking mess canal, where all the previous night’s waste food , soapy water and kitchen waste was thrown!!! 😦 It stank to almighty hell and it was till my neck. I was so shocked that I lost all sense of bearing for a second. The next moment I saw Gregary who had walked front of us , avoiding the “tar” road, laughing hard rolling all over the ground. I could only stare with contempt and disgust as I came out of the canal, smelling like a year old putrid shit and waste.Lijeen was already out and looking at me , with what I can remember as of now, guilty and confused. We walked all the way back, climbed the pipe, got inside the toilet through the window and entered the room, where out junior customers for the food packets we brought were waiting. As they saw me and lijeen coming out the toilet, they looked shocked. And then they covered their noses and started roaring in laughter . All we could do was strip and throw the clothes away, bath 8 times to feel human again and then laugh with everyone else later ! These are the very memories that I find now, to form what constitutes my college life. Stinky , blobby , cheerful and friendly nostalgic memories.

Some of you might have been thinking ,I’ve till now avoided purposely the topic of love and heart breaks in Chennai. Of mine and my friends. Of true love and time pass affairs. Maybe , those of you reading this , should take a deep breath and settle down. I promise not to make it sensational. 😛

(to be continued)…