NATTU

As you said shammi, nattu was the fountain of so many funny stories during our class days. I cant remember most of them, any body who remember them should please contribute. There were no shortage of his klepto stories then. If you can remember, Please, please contribute.
Four or five incidents I can remember are the ones which I witnessed. I will narrate one here, it is not a klepto one, but still interesting.
I think it was during our 4th year I, thriprayar vinodan and nattu went to that theatre near ayurveda college to see a film. Cant remember which one. Before seeing the film we had couple of beer and we had to rush to the theatre to be in time. Just before we entered the theatre, nattu stopped and bought two plastic carry bags from a wayside shop near its gate. I asked him why, he just shrugged and smiled his naughty smile. We entered and 20-25 minutes into the film I just couldn’t sit. The two beers had filled my bladder within no time and it was close to bursting. The theatre was choke a block with typical tvm crowd and I know any attempt to go to the loo in the middle of the film trodding on their legs would be real danger to me. Nattu was sitting to my left and inspite of my discomfort I started hearing a peculiar sound coming from there. It sounded like this—rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrprrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr….. . I looked at nattu and he was watching the screen, but the same naughty smile was still twinkling on his face. The sound stopped when I looked, but suddenly reappeared. I looked closely and I saw in the semi darkness nattu pissing into a plastic carrybag sitting there. Then I knew nattu was not only a klepto but also a great visionary. Nattu offered me the spare plastic bag but I hadn’t had the guts and very shortly had to make a run for the bathrooms receiving a shower of ‘t’ and ‘p’ words from the not so enthusiastic crowd.

ARUN

I haven’t heard from arun for quite a long time. Not that it is a surprise. We were never very close during our college days. He was really the “blind man” not only for his thick lenses or the darkness that surrounded him but also when you think about his political life and love life in college.
For majority of our college years arun was not seen around our classes. This was because he was making himself available to the available politburo which hung around the canteen. And this politburo was always seen in deep discussion, murmuring in to each others ears, sitting in a close circle, sipping tea and smoking beedies. They rarely raised their gaze to look at the worthless creatures like us moving around them. They behaved as if this poor earth will be thrown of its orbit, even if they shifted their position a bit.
But our poor arun, one day he was thrown out of the orbit of the politburo. what caused that cosmic wonder, I don’t know, not that I want to know. Next day itself arun landed with a thud among us and was into our ways very soon. Then came his journey into his love orbit. He was mercilessly thrown out of that orbit also is another story.

POLITICS

boby

politicians were the real superstars of our college. To say it more correctly anybody who wanted to be a star entered into active politics. i was somebody who never had any active political inclinations till i joined law college. and the law college turned out to be a whirlwind of political activities. The sfi bieng the most happening party in our law college, it was quite natural that most of my classmates floated in to that outfit. More than any political inclinations it was the comfort zone that sfi created prompted many to gravitate to that party. and ksu was a party which stayed behind in the shawdows and peered around with anxiety. i was never comfortable with any established setup and an incident i saw in my fist few days changed my polictical life in the college. One morning there was a student walking around the college shouting slogans and all others were going on with their business as if nothing had happened. First i thought 'poor guy ,a screw is loose in his head', but when i enquired some body said that vjd has called for a statewide strike and what i am seeing is the procession taken out by the law college unit of the vjd to enforce the strike. That second i knew that this is the man and this is the party for me. Sorry it was not any ideals which prompted my decision, but it was the admiration for the sheer guts of veppa sanal who could pull off such a stunt. So i joined and as the saying goes, rest is history.

Shammi

Shine dear friend forgive me...but i can't resists from deposing this truth...u all amy be remembering the final years election...choken Vs Mamu...on the day of election ...early morning Mamu came to me and he begged to give him my vote but with a kona smile I rejected his plea and make it defenite that I will vote to Shine only because he is one of my best friends...Even now I remember the sad face of my innocent friend mamu...as said, I exercised my franchise to great Chokan and anxiously waited for the result...tension rose to the heights when results one by one released and at last a flash news spread that choken is in tie with mamu....and the next step is a toss...my heart stopped for a moment...I called the entire gods ...because...in any chance Choku lost the toss then it will be my last day in the campus..since mamu will defenitely clear me out from there..such a harrassment was give by me in the mornirng...any way toss was in favour of Choks...and he became the Chairperson....but to be fair I may say he may the last person to be selected as a Chairperson because he was an utter flop..and I even now regret with the wrong decision I took on that bad mornirng..But to my heart...even now Chokan is a friend in all sense who stand by the side of my thought and he will be....( Here one more thing to be remembered is my unfaithfulness towards that Valluvanadan friend ( Mamu ) who tried his maximum to make me the winner in my election with Hari on the fourth year..and how my friend Shine faught hard to defeat me in my debut) u see hw ungreatful man is...

Shine

Shammi, I took politics in its right sense during those days. To an extent I still do that. i never mixed POlitics with my personal relations. Thats healthy. When I contested I never asked for votes among my classmates. And ofcourse I felt when Nishanth told me that he wont vote for me and REynil, after election, disclosed that his franchise also was against me. Infact if Ajmal was not my rival i would not have even contested.
And u rightly said it; I know that i was a flop as a chairman and even as a leader of SFI. But u believe me; I never intended or tried for this. There were a lot of undercurrents which i realise now. During the final days I was fed up with everything. But all r memorable moments now.
Bobby, Still waiting, fingers crossed, for remaining part of ur story

APARTHIED

when i think of our college days, usually i miss out on those guys, the same guys you also miss out, i mean the fringe guys in our class. Sorry it is not out of any disrespect i call them the fringe guys, but they were not actually in the mainstream, not in the college life back then nor in our thoughts now. For eg how many of you can actually remember say ashraf or fakrudheen sabu. They were also there in our class. what we used to call them.......ah yes the valippers. Most of us not only thrusted the sharp knife of humiliation deep into their guts, but also never let go an oppurtunity to squeeze the knife. See i am not saying that we were inhuman or something like that. it was quite natural for us then and still will be if we get another chance. There is a racist in every one of us, only the circumstances determine whether we are the perpetrator or the victim. Some body might say they found their mainstream in the fringes, but sorry friends it is not like that. Once upon a time i also lived in the fringes and it is not a happy life out there. So coming from personal experience my observations should carry some credibility.
please, i am not saying the most of us are racists or that aparthied was practiced in our class.
My god, when i started i thought i will say some thing light, but it came out all wrong.
what the hell, let it remain there. BOBBY

Ranjith

There was apartheid in our class, I should say. I had seen it, experienced it and it was really cruel. Many of our classmates faded away from the mainstream only because they hadn’t have the capacity to withstand the humiliating attack from the so called elite class. Take the case of me... Though I was not branded fully as a member of the fringe group our class lords never rated me fit for their group. I was more like what INL is for LDF...I know I was not a kind of person to be included in the elite group. What I am trying to say is that the prominent group in our class never did anything to bring the under rated segment to the mainstream which I think was their obligation.

SPARROW

I thought i will take on tarzan first. But the problem is that once the sparrow comes anywhere near the scene everyone else retreat into darkness. who is this sparrow, you know the sparrow. She was delicate, cute and lithe - the same characterstics of a sparrow. only thing was that she was not very chirpy. She was not the most beautiful creature on this earth, only because her beauty was heavenly. there was no better synonym for the word grace than her. Some mightl say that she was haughty, she carried an attitude, she was inaccessible but who cares. i will say that they all were wearing yellow tinted glasses. But they can argue that it is my vision which is clouded. Might be true, then also who cares. But the twist in the tale is that the sparrow was totally unaware that her greatest fan(that's me) even existed. I stand here with my head bowed to recieve the pity from all of you.

Bobby Gr8 Kurien

Me, coming from a protected enviornment in a remote village where every body knew everybody was not quite prepared for the virtual reality called law college. By "virtual reality'' i mean every thing was really happening, but i couldnt understand or believe most of them. See i am not trying to portray our college as some thing out of the world, but only trying to convey the initial sense of bewildrement in some one like me. I just couldnt identify with most of my class mates who carried an attitude and spoke a language quite foreign to me. Most of them were tough talking, physicaly intimidating and agressive beings, who could destroy a fellow bieng with in minutes with such sharp sarcasam and taunts. And the introvert in me always wanted to flee from their presence. As a result what happened was that most of the days in the morning i will get out of the lodge with the intention of coming to the college but will end up in on of the cinema theatres that dotted the city. There were days when i saw 3 films in a single day.
But after initial 1 1/2 years everything changed. Many factors contributed to this, but two of them really helped. One was my entry into the hostel and the other was my friendship with the creatures(sorry i shouldnt call them creatures, they were such a help). And the law college suddenly looked like a dream come true.

Nish

NISHANTH, THE CLEAN GUY - A POEM
He could be a model in a detergent ad,
i mean in"Before Washing" shot.
His nails could kill a huge elephant,
it contained such poisonous dirt.
His _______ looked always starched,
only because it was never washed.
His room resembled an Aegean stable,
even the hercules could not clean it.
He was one of the kanchan duo
and his company was one eyed popoye
His eyes always had a glazed look
unless he was sleeping in drunken stupor.
He was the last word on film field,
his dream was to be our next spielberg.
He was also the ultimate friend,
some one to lean on in difficult times.
I considered him to be my best friend,
i doubt whether he thinks the same.
Man 'o' man how he has changed,
he has become a total family man.
He is now the ultimate clean guy,
i mean that in every sense.
But i like the old nishanth'
about this his wife may take offence.