Thanks Chevy, (for the welcome & for consenting to finish the story).
The Lalli character seems quite "masoom" (more than just innocent, positive connotation), yet at the same time there's an innate chicanery present.[/quote]
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Thanks Chevy, (for the welcome & for consenting to finish the story).
The Lalli character seems quite "masoom" (more than just innocent, positive connotation), yet at the same time there's an innate chicanery present.[/quote]
Chevy,
The crowd is cheering, not just the after effect of the w.c win but in anticipation of the next chtp. of "this is chennai afterall"
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within a month..for SURE.. :) , exams around the corner now... :(
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Originally Posted by chevy
All the best for the exams :D
[Better to be on the wishing end for this one.
There are times when i wake up from exam nightmares, sweating profusely and everything, & then feel extremely relieved that I was only dreaming, after that "babies didn't sleep better".]
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Originally Posted by chevy
All the best for the exams :D
[Better to be on the wishing end for this one.
There are times when i wake up from exam nightmares, sweating profusely and everything, & then feel extremely relieved that I was only dreaming, after that "babies didn't sleep better".]
Well RMKV set the first record, pothy's set the record after that and in between the records i wrote my story. Haha .Quote:
Originally Posted by Lambretta
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The CPT exam was written, passed and forgotten. So was the big gang of friends at the CA institute. As time passed I became more anxious about the “passing clouds” in my life. Especially in my CA class. People sat together during lectures and when the sessions got over, they moved on in life. However, even if we ran into each other at the CA Insti, we’d talk like we’ve been together like always. Perhaps this is why the saying, “true friends can make is that they can grow separately without growing apart”.
Nevertheless, I had a large number of acquaintances.
I had to pursue articleship part-time in the afternoons, as I was a day-scholar for the B.com course. This gave me lesser time for myself. I attended college in the mornings, worked in the afternoon, and attended coaching classes for CA in the evenings. Colleagues, who were also, articled assistants like me, came from varied backgrounds and we established stronger bonds than the CA class friends.
College life, proved to be more appealing as days passed. Particularly because Ms. Shailaja was no longer in the college. I discovered two people who came within my wavelength, and finally settled in with a small gang. We were perhaps the coolest and most broadminded trio in the class.
I spent the entire first year of my college hoping to re-establish friendship with Sean. His unresponsiveness towards my offer, made me disappointed and I thought and worried about it all the time. Gautham got a job and went away for training and then his posts were forever changing that I lost count of how many times he’s moved and even don’t remember where he is currently. Jay anna got irritated with the “Sean Story” and debarred any conversation relating to it, in future.
“He is the truest “passing cloud”. How could you get so concerned over a friendship that lasted barely weeks? “, He argued.
“What do you mean few weeks? We are still friends. We just lost touch.” I argued back.
I spent timeless moments recalling and worrying the same to my best friends in college, Divya and Vidya. Divya had told me write to him expressing openly that I missed him. Vidya gave no comments but promised that either I would get with him or get over him, either of which are favorable to me. Though it seemed to me that I never exactly liked Sean or regarded him high, but I still wished him back in life.
Being a CA student, such inane thoughts were highly unnecessary, but I tended to worry more and think as often as nearly every minute of my life. It altered my way of judgment, abridged my speed, flawed my humor, changed my style of writing, choice of reading and almost everything.
I know it’s not love. Not crush. Not friendship. But there is something troubling my mind. Life had changed so much within months. Everyone has reached their shore and set on new journeys whilst I am still stranded in my boat in the middle of the river.
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Originally Posted by chevy
lots of reflections...
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Patti’s attitude towards me became more gracious as months passed. More so, because the house was quite empty for most of the time, because of my hectic schedule. When I returned home for dinner, she insisted I had it with her. Thatha kept to himself and had clue about what went on in the house. I took his route and cared for nothing at home. My parents called me more often and kept reminding me that my focus was to be my CA, the toughest professional course in the country and it would be their pride if I qualified at the first shot and a big shame if I didn’t. Considering my relatives’ opinions about my mother, her marriage to a non-Indian, me and our family as a whole, what was to become my future was the base that would decide whether I was raised well or not.
At the studies forefront, my grades slipped, for what was once regarded as class-topping, now became average. However, I made up for that, with increased and successful participation in co-curricular and extra-curricular activities. I cheered up my vicinity with my neck-bleeding lame jokes or comical memoirs.
By the time, our first year came to a royal finale, I had mould into the community and was finally accept as one among them without being seen as multiethnic eccentric specimen of the Homo sapiens. The end of year tour , competitions and cultural programmes added to bringing our class together as we all yelled and cheered our participating friends and booed our competitors.
College life had just plunged into a full swing. I looked forward to those five hours of college as it was my least stressing part of the day. Articleship and CA coaching classes were on a more solemn tenor.
My parents had settled comfortably in the States and my cousins, grandparents and new friends were my new life. I knew I have never been more socially and financially assured than the present, yet I was emotionally low all the time for reasons inexplicable.