PICHALE EK MAHINE MEIN

This post shud have been one filled with joy and excitement about everything that happend during the last one month..About finding new friends,about finding my strengths and falls, about working together day and night for one goal-AAGNEYA '09..This one month seemed to have brought much meaning to otherwise meaningless college life, and I should be happy about it.But me being me, and the life being mine...Well nothing lasts for ever!Writing about all that happend in the past month was something I was really looking forward to.But once again I found myself in a situation that i always find myself..IN TROUBLE!

On Jan 15th my theory exams ended..end of another semester.We had started talking about AAGNEYA since september.Me, Sankar and Mathew had already gone on meeting with some firms for sponsorship by december, though not many knew that.Yes we were working, but without motivation..For me the real fire started burning from Jan 20th..Dont know if it was the sudden realisation of the enormity of the task and lack of time or the change of the whole organisational setup that spurred the enthusiasm..(Having people of your wavelength to work with does matter..no offense).What ever it was, it worked.We had our own headquarters(Thanks to KK), our own laps(thanks to chulli,ajay,sherry chechi, robin cheettan and many other laptop donors yet unknown to me) and we had a dedicated team.You would be amazed by how people can breath, sleep and live for AAGNEYA...to bring EUPHORIA...to make GECB proud!Soon time became a blur..A college of names,phone numbers, dates, appointments, addresses, visiting cards, estimates, some short lived moments of glory and long lasting depression over 'theppu's (which came from all sides..In Mammutty style..
90k ennu paranju deoptions thechu,
4 ennu paranju pepsi'yum thechu
Pinne Airindia'yum Cola'yum NIMS'um angane angane...
Chanthu'vine thekkan ini aarumilla makalee)

There were days I didn't even step in my class room.And amazingly my life was falling into a pattern..A schedule;something that I never had-Go to college at 9, wait till somebody opens the AAGNEYA room, dump your bag on the couch, flip through the black diary (the one were all the appointments and followups were written down), call this or that person, go meet someone hoping the recession hadn't hit them badly (the recession was there in the tip of every other owner/manager/HR's tongue), go home in the evening hoping to stay longer and finish things off.Saturdays were a problem and I had think up new subjects to 'combine study' every satureday morn so that i can getout off home and go to college.Sundays just bugged me a lot..What a waste of useful time.Bringing EUPHORIA was the biggest challenge.Demands kept coming..Business class flight tickets, 5 star accommodation, Import quality Drumset,Hi-fi sounds..everyday the numbers kept going up..cant blame them..They are quite a BIG deal..Every second we think we sorted smething out, something bigger will come up.Every single second the enormity of the numbers that we talked amazed me..can we really do it?If we do it, it ill be SENSATIONAL..but can we?By the end it was really a blurr..A huge target to meet and no time left at all..Things started crumbling for me too..My benchmates started complaining about not seeing me in class,I hadnt done anything for my mini project and my innervoice(yes, we are still together..giving me another chance) started telling me i was missing too many classes and that things were going a bit too smoothly.I started to panic..As if he picked up the scent of secrecy in my moves my dad beloved friend, the HOD, dropped some 'remarks' about me being very busy with 'activities' in colleges.When I finished handling that situation at home ("its all free hours ma..u think I will cut class?") somebody, who claims to be in my class calls and tells my folks that she 'hadnt seen me in class for so long and got concerned'..WHAAAM..Strike one..Who ever that was, May you rot in hell (if it was on purpose).All this did cause me to fall behind a bit on all that I was supposed to do and be over-depressed(sorry Rogin and Hari..for all the irritation I took out on you guys).Sometimes things got so much into my head that I started wondering if we could really pull this off..Some mistakes were made on the way because of lack of coordination and man power and I kept getting pissed off at my self thinking about all this..But every single time I walked into that room and saw the people sitting there, working and brainstorming, I couldnt but feel elite to be part of the team, to be a GECBian..and i wud jump back in regretting the fact that i hesitated.

On 13th feb 2009, AAGNEYA '09 kicked off..There were a lot of obstacles,drawbacks, unexpected setbacks..Never felt so tense and excited at same time..I cant imagine how the coordinators must have felt.If I, a mere teammember felt so anxious, then the team heads must have gone mad..But everything went fine..'Ultimate challenge' and '5 point sum one', two brilliant creations of my own class, turned out fantastically.My whole class, (special mension to all 25 of my dear gals) was there all three days running the 5 counters.To think that there were occasions that made me think I'll never die seeing everyone stand together..am so damn proud of being a 'CALIBER'ian.Gokul took charge and ran 'Best engineer' beautifully,thanks to Sindhya chechi, Adhub cheettan, Sibi, Anoop, Ganesh and everyone else.Though sitting at the information desk made it almost impossible to check out whats going on with all the competitions, I could tell that participation was not so bad.But there was still the ultimate hurdle..The Proshow..By the end of the 2nd day everyone was going absolutely mad.And I had to take the chance of asking my dad for money, like everyone else..WHAAAM..Strike two..I did expect getting an amount of 0.00 crores from home (ee recession kandu pidichavane thalli kollanam) but what i didnt expect was my parents reading me asking money as 'I got myself too involved and took up all the responsibility of money'..So me and my sister were dragged out of kanakakkunnu by the end of 'Best singer' (which I dint see at all cause I was busy running around *sigh*) by my very concerned father.After a very eventfull (read as theri-full) dinnertime at home, I went to sleep.
Day 3 was at the same the time the best and the worst day of my life.I woke up with splitting head ache,I had no balance so I couldnt call my baby sis to wish her happy birthday, My parents were still not impressed or conviced by my explanations and by the time I reached kanakakunnu it was noon.But 2 hours of the Proshow that I as lucky enough to see was more than enough to forget everything..It was FANTABULOUS.. EUPHORIA really rocked the stage..ok, so there were more than a few off pitch and wrong notes, but when you are there standing infont of the stage, with a crowd going mad, NOTHING MATTERS.It was impossible not to be jumping and screaming (I believe I have made that point clear to all the ppl who watched the telecast of the concert on Kairali)..It was a never before thing for me..Even when I was sad that I didnt have any of my friends with me at that time, I couldnt but jump and scream like a woman of no dignity...and...WHAAAM..STRIKE THREE and AM OUT!..plain and simple..My dad didnt like me jumping around..so after a bit of public scene making (mostly contributed by me) I was taken home..Again..why the hell dont I learn ha?When your parents are around be quite..be gracefull..be not you..*sigh*..(why i cant I be just me?)

So Aagneya..It was a great experience.Though my parents have took away all my allowances and privileges and I hav lost lots and lots of attendance..BUT..it doesnt really matter that much..AAGNEYA WAS THE BEST...It taught me many things..How to handle people, How promises are nothing until they are on paper, about procedural way of doing things, about so many firms and shops,about their thepps, about Euphoria, Avial, Synaps and other bands, about web streaming..about college spirit, about working together, about making mistakes, about the importance of proper planning, about expressing you opinion, about people...and ultimately about me..

Ps:
trin trin...trin trin
"Hello.."
"Hai di, am at park rajadhani."
"Oh,how come?"
"eh..u dint know?Aagneya Success Treat.."
"Aagneya WHAT???"
"Dont worry..ppl here were just saying its a pity u cant make it"
"Oh really?may be they shud hav thot bot calling me.."
*End of depressed transmission*

THE SHORTSTORY ABOUT AN UN-PUBLISHED SHORTSTORY (AND THE SHORTSTORY)

Being in the magazine committee,my friends and I had the previllage to read through the creations of many, and evaluate them...which means we put some of your creations in the dust bin people..Muhahahahahaha..just kidding! But when the time came to submit my own article, my mind went blank..I couldnt even write my normal jibberish, let alone a good article.Our beloved Magazine Editor Kuttan kept extending my deadlines cause I never met any.Then one fine day in the middle of a lecture ( to which i obviously wasnt payin much attention) I decided to write another one of my stupid stories("Attention people of bikkinibottom,we have a situation. please panic and run around in circles")..ok ok..so i know my stories had been scaring the hell outa ppl.Most of my friends thought I was just a bit odd till they read my stories.But now all of them know am off my rocker.But this time it wasnt the usual chalu;a bit more dry kinda story(No ppl, am not saying that just so you will read it)Anyway by the time I finished and sent the story, kuttan had already set the pages and he couldnt fit mine in..So the world was safe once again,thanks to....ahh..ANYWAYS..i decided i want to get some reviews for this one.so here it is..READ ON!



The skies opened up and it was pouring down from the heavens.She stood near the window gazing at the water bubbles.She could bearly reach the window pane.She tried to reach out through the window and get her hands wet.But her tiny arms weren't long enough.She wanted to 'touch' the rain..know what it felt like.Everyone kept telling her never to go out in the rain.'Too young' they said.Somebody seem to have left the front door open.The rain as inviting her our, to dance with its mesmerizing beat.She slowly walked towards the door, into the rain..for the first time.And it almost took her breath away!!The chill of the rain engrossed her.It overwhelmed every sense known to her.As the rain carassed her little body, she stood lost in wonder..not knowing the minutes that passed by or the growing numbness in her feet..untill she was pulled inside by some pair of hands.
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The skies opened up and it was pouring down from the heavens.She was cutting through the rain with such determination that it looked as if she was dwelling with the rain.Her face was screwed up in obvious anger.The rush of adrinaline into her vains was something quite out of her control.She was angry at people who stood against her will, even when she knew they were just concerned about her.She was taking it out on the rain.And the rain was fighting back.The umbrella was doing no favour to her, as the rain was comin down with an intensity mirroring her anger. The water had rised upto her ankle by now and it was getting harder to walk against the rain.It was as though the rain wanted to stop her.It pushed her back with all its might, taking on its most furious form.She was starting to loose the battle.The rain seemed to sense the opponent's growing weakness. With a sweep, it snatched the umbrella off her grasp.She let out a scream of anger;every last bit of it that was inside her.She kneeled on the bare earth in exhaustion.Slowly the rain took up the form of a purifier.It seemed to wash away every single bit of anger in her.She gave her self up and let the rain sooth her pain.The rain was telling her how much they all loved her,and how anger was not a solution.It listened with patience to every sorrow in her heart.As though understanding the rain's murmur she slowly got up and walked back.
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The skies opened up and it was pouring down from the heavens.She stood near door gazing into infinity, with no emotions what so ever on her face, but tears were streaming from her eyes.Nobody could stop her tears, like no one could ever stop the rain.The rain seemed to sing the song of her grief.It was playing a soft rythem on the leaves.Like a loyal friend, it took the ashes along with it, to the river that was over flowing into the courtyard, which will take it to the holy waters.It was trying to sooth the pain in her heart, but it cannot be done.She seemed to have lost more than her child.The life in her eyes seemed to have drained away,leaving nothing but grayness of the ashes.The laughter of her child was being played over and over again in her mind, as if a record player stuck on a track.The rain was whispering in her ears now.As the wind blew south, no one noticed her walking slowly into the rain.It embraced her, as goddess Earth had embraced her daughter.It took her grief, her pain,her tears..It took her with it, as she journeyed into the whirlpools to meet her child.
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(The author of this story is an 'amateur' blogger who blogs at
http://moments-of-insanity.blogspot.com/ .This entire story was typed
in her mobile as text messages during class hours)