Welcome to Gautham's World in MIT

Welcome to Gautham's World in MIT

Thursday, February 25, 2010

6. Anamika




0030hrs 06.01.2008, Tiruchirapalli
Anamika was lying on the bed besides her dad in the main bedroom of our house. I was lying on the floor on a mattress just besides her. We were text messaging each other all day and still messaging late night. We were less than a meter away yet text messaging each other. She had said she loved a cousin in the family but didn’t tell who it was. I kept asking her about it and she refused to budge and tell who it was.
I finally said,” If you don’t trust me then don’t talk with me”.
She replied,” That’s what I’m trying to do….you are my love and I love you with all my blood and soul.”
That sent shockwaves into my body and I was like in a trance. I saw her in the dimly moon light lit room. I saw her eyes and her love was genuine. I asked her to tell it in directly to me….eye to eye now. I wanted to hear how sweet those three words were in her sweet voice.
I leaned towards her in the darkness not to wake up her dad or others in the room. She came close to me….so close that her fragrance hypnotised me and then she said those three words….
“I LOVE YOU….”
I held her by her cheeks and looked into her eyes and said, “I love you too dear….”
We both kissed for the first time and love was in the air. The moonlight dimly lighting the room, her sparkling eyes in the romantic moonlight and her rosy lips made it the perfect first kiss.
It was the perfect love that I was waiting for and I loved her more than just a cousin. She was now a part of my soul and she meant the world to me.
0600hrs 06.01.2008, Tiruchirapalli
Anamika woke me up. She and her family were leaving to Nagercoil by the 7a.m. train.
She was packing her things with her parents. I went to her and helped her pack her camera and backpack with snacks. I was standing so close to her and I whispered to her, “Tell me that whatever happened last night is not a dream.”
She smiled back and said, “No, it wasn’t a dream sweetheart”.
I looked into her eyes and said, “Won’t you tell me that once again?”
She looked back with her left eyebrow raised and asked, “Tell you what?? Oh yes….I’m leaving so goodbye”. She said it and giggled to herself.
I showed mild anger in my smile and said, “Not that idiot….I meant those three words….those special three words you said last night. I want to hear them again”.
She looked at me and gazed down for a moment and said, “You like to hear it from me again and again don’t you?
“Of course I do sweetie….” I said.
She smiled back and she said, “I think four words are better than three….”
I was confused with what she had meant by FOUR words….!!!
I asked, “What do you mean by four words???”
She smiled and asked me, “Will you marry me….?”
I must’ve really lost my senses that moment….but without wasting a second I replied, “I love you so much that I’ll be with you and live for you, for the rest of my life”
We both wanted to kiss each other at that instant as we were both high with love. But we had to control ourselves in front of our parents.
She bid me goodbye and left.
Our love went along well. I tried to meet her at Nagercoil whenever I got holidays. Like I was her child she used to feed dosas and idlys with her own hands. It was fed with so much love and affection that the food couldn’t be much tastier than that.
We went for movies every time I stayed in Nagercoil. We watched movies like Jillunu Oru Kadhal, Mozhi, Unnalae Unnalae and Shivaji. We held hands while we were sitting in the gallery and it was like we were watching the movie as a single person. I never knew that a person could love me as much as she loved me. Whenever I used to leave from Nagercoil after my stay she used to buy me Britannia Little Hearts biscuits and give it to me. I was really blessed to have her as my love.

5. The Past Calling




I had a girl who was all mine and mine only….she was the sweetest soul that really cared for me. Text messages, flash messages, phone calls, emails and she’d even come to my home whenever she could to have a chat and look into my eyes….Her name is Anamika. She is my cousin….
She had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. The way she talks with me gave me a feeling that I was already in heaven. Her voice was so sweet that I used to record our conversation and listen to it now and then. She was really so caring and when she tosses her bushy hair from one shoulder to another, the fragrance breezes over me and my mind goes mad and I fall in love with her yet again and again….
She lived in Nagercoil down south of Tamilnadu and I used to go to her home and stay with her family for a few days and get along with her. Though it was a long journey, I didn’t mind it at all because I loved her so much and I was ready to cross anything just to see her beautiful eyes. We shared a lot over the days of my stay and we made sure we never wasted a single second without each other. Every night she used to come and kiss me goodnight and that was all I needed not to sleep that night!!!
I often told her that I loved her so much that I wanna be the only person to stand so close to her and see myself in her eyes…..(don’t say the same to your loved one else I’ll sue you for copyright!!! That’s only for me and Anamika….)
We fell in love when I was in UG college third year. She came with the proposal and I instantly fell for her blindly (Love is after all blind!!!). Our relationship was running smooth but after about eight months things started getting terrible and one night I scolded her so badly that she broke up me. I realised the blunder I had made and tried to get back with her but all in vain.
We were in contact with each other but she never trusted me much ever again….
All alone now….no hands to hold, no kisses, no more warm hugs, no goodnight messages from her, no emails, no phone calls, no more love tours between Chennai and Nagercoil and no more love….
Moral of the story: Never think you are in control of the relationship….you never are!!! And you actually never were!!!  She always is!!!

4. Canteen


The canteen….a place where one could buy food and drinks and can eat, munch, crunch, sip and drink….sounds familiar? Yeah right, of course it should coz all you guys have been through this canteen culture. The canteen is the best place to hang out in college with buddies….But as for me there was no such thing as a canteen in my god damn UG College. And girls and guys were not allowed to eat together either.
And so for me the canteen was a nice place to hang out and it was really splendid to see guys and girls sharing space in the small yet comfortable area….in short it was paradise for me. It looked as if girls were really given equal freedom as guys. The place was good in its own way and I liked the atmosphere instantly.
I loved the juices which were in plenty of varieties daily. I also loved seeing girls in fancy outfits in the canteen and it was really awesome to be there, floating in all the joy and happiness of every soul in the canteen. I simply loved the canteen.
On one corner of the canteen I noticed a guy and girl sitting and having a drink. They were possibly in love and they were holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes and talking (I wasn’t sure if they were talking with their lips or their eyes…!!!). The sight made me happy and sad at the same time. Happy that they were showing their love not caring about the world around them and sad that it reminded me of my own past….a very painful thing to be remembered.

3. First Day


I joined MIT on Saturday the 26th of September 2009….and here’s how my day went….
OMG!!!! It’s my first day and guess what!!!!
I’m terribly late for the class….!!!!
You know that fate always plays pranks with you when you are really in need of luck….that’s what exactly happened in my case….
I woke up late by half and hour, didn’t iron my shirt properly, missed the bus, boarded the wrong train (a fast train which doesn’t stop at Chrompet) so wasted another thirty minutes, the campus didn’t allow me since I didn’t have my ID card yet and had to fight with him and use Indian techniques such as asking him, “Do you know what will happen if the Dean knows about this?” and finally I arrived at the class. I entered the class and a lecture was in progress….the lecturer saw me and saw my admission allotment order and shoved his arms symbolising me to go and take a seat. I went to the last seat and sat down near a lady. She was in her thirties. Her ID card said ‘Dr. Jayakumari’….
I guess by the time I reached the class was over and the professor had finished his lecture and so everyone was silently talking with one another. The sir’s name was Elamaran. He looked thin and fair and was probably in his 50s. There was no ringing of bells like it was in the UG courses and sir just left the classroom and everyone else got up to leave too.
I went across the classroom to get introduced to my mates.
And hence my intro began and everyone else introduced themselves too. It was my first day and it was a bit tough to remember all their names at once. I got my name added into the attendance registers and exchanged phone numbers with my mates. It was really a tiring yet adventurous day.
The rest of the day was spent with my touring of the college and the department (our classroom, the lab and the toilet….). I was asked to give an intro to the classmates and I gave one.  The most peculiar characters that I met in my ‘new’ class were Jay, Ram, Indran, Balu, Selvin, Pankaj and Vikram.
I knew Pankaj before I joined college because he was my classmate in primary school. Jay was a sturdy built guy who really looked bossy at first sight but turned out to be really soft. Now Ram….well he has all the looks that a bookworm would have!!! He wore a microscope for spectacles and I immediately knew that he was a bookworm. Other guys in the class told me that he was nicknamed ‘Search Engine’….All historical dates, royal descendants of a royal family, all the possible places on Earth and their historical importance…..in short there wasn’t anything that he didn’t know about. Indran was a crazy guy who was so similar to me in attitude. He never cared about anything that others said. Balu was Indran’s best friend and they both hanged out together most of the time. Selvin was a thin and tall and thin built guy who wore a spectacle and was the laughing stock of the gang. Vikram was an NRI who didn’t care for anything in college (though was not spoilt!!!). He was slim built and fair and had the guts and toughness to deal with any problem. He was a bit self centred but loved his friends like his family. His dad was a renowned engineer in Finland and many big hands in college were close to his dad and there was practically nothing that anyone in college could do to him. That’s all for now about friends and it’s time to move on to the story….

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

2. Prolouge


I am Gautham.
I did my B.E Electronics and Communication Engineering in Jack’s Engineering College in Chennai….that college really sucked….and so did other Vettiaar colleges such as Paythiyawama University, Jebamalar Engineering College and Vettiaar Engineering College. And the owner of these colleges was a rich nutcase and recently I heard he’s got a Doctorate….phew….the state of our country is such that men with power could add a ‘Dr.’ to their names….(that doesn’t mean that I’m telling ‘Dr.’ people are either rich or they have power!!!). Imagine being in the same classroom with girls and not being allowed to talk with them for four years!!!(Of course, we all did talk secretly!! Else we’d be suspended!!!)….It wasn’t the college life that I expected and was wanting for.
Anyway coming back to scene 1….I am Gautham and I’ve heard that the former president Dr. A.P.J Abdul Kalam studied in this institution under the Department of Aerospace Engineering and that was maybe why I too was aspired to join this university….
A few months….March 2009, I wrote the TANCET ’09 and somehow got into the institute with a 43.6 TANCET score….the happiest day of my life was in fact the day when I got my ticket to the course.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

1. The Beginnings

Good morning friends, Good afternoon and Good evening to those reading from other parts of this beautiful world….and of course goodnight to those who’re going to bed…

Well this is my first post on this blog….I dedicate this blog to all MITians and other readers who enjoy reading this blog.

Firstly let me bring to your attention that this page is all part of happenings at MIT (not Massacheuts Institute of Technology for heavens sake!!!! Madras Institute of Technology Campus, Anna University, Chennai). Part of the writings are fiction and are goofed up for the joy of reading and any resemblance to real life event means that it’s just used to add spice to the writing (and to keep you glued to the blog and make you come again for updates). I write this blog with a combination of events that have taken place in the past and might take place soon and it’s not my story….Its YOUR story that’ll be written here….I write the way I see it....
I greatly respect the staff of MIT institute and Anna University and any reference to its staffs in the blog are not to be taken seriously and if at hurts the sentiments of anyone the post will be removed with immediate effect on sending an email to my official email address (with attached proof of your college identity card). 

Now a great unanswered question is haunting your mind right now….who am I??? Read on guys….