College days... PART 1

i was just wondering what to write... coz at the moment things r neither too interesting nor too bad to write about.... *n i HATE bland*.... thats a totally different issue....

But life in college was totally different. The 3 yrs were just solid fun at the least... though we used to crib about how college was sooooooo boring day in day out, all of us had our best moments there....

we were a huge group n there were smaller groups inside that.... it was literally like a combined family... each of them had their own small haven inside the group.... but we were the most noiseiest group around... if it was a free hour then all of us used to sit together under a tree which was called "the NCC tree" chit chat to glory.... about what all happened in the classes.... the scores, projects, gossip,food, guys, usual scoldings, punishments, family, love life, cell phones, messages, jokes, other friends, latest trends, clothes, accessories, more gossip, more food, n more fun .......

But the time during which we had maximum fun was during our class hours... n plz dont mistake that we enjoyed our lessons or our teachers were the incarnation of angels... We just had fun in passing chits around n having our interesting textual discussions...

but compared to the other yrs in college... we had the maximum fun in our final yr... thats bcoz everyone in our gang always had an expectation about the tete-a-tete's between myself and the one n only teacher who actually had something against me the whole of our final yr.... i dont know whether she loathed me for my guts or whatever... but in her books, everything that "I" did was more or less offensive or defensive.

So here goes one of those amusing conversations that i had with her. For safety sake (obviously hers') we'll name her C.

This happened during the last few months in coll and most of our classes were either free or cancelled. It was somewhere after a few days i came back from a trip to Kuwait for a show n i hit on one of the best cargos that ive laid my eyes on out there... i was all excited about it n i decided to wear it to coll... but it so happened that i had to wear a reasonably short top which would any day pass the moral stds of urban india n heck, even my coll..... but as usual Ms. Frowny had a problem about it....

C: *calling out my name*.... come and meet me in the staff room IMMEDITELY *gives me the evil grin*
Me :Yes Ma'am... (aha... iva sirikkire vidhame seri illaye.... nichayamaa konjarthukku koopidalai.... kozhandhe...looks like todays' kottaa is also over... but i dont remember doing anything today... heck, that shouldve been her problem....)
Friend: WOW..... thank god... i thought the day was gonna get over with no spice... Kalakku maa...
Me: Ya right....
So puncturing my brain with all kinds of thought processing about how she is gonna catch me this time i walked down the corridor... (oh shit!!!! how did she know that i bunked her class???? che che... no way.... she wouldnt have had a clue... ille did i screw up my internals???? yup.... but bloody she is not gonna be THAT pathetic.... ya some kind of project that she didnt like... or..... or..... )
I was just holding my breath to face the battle.... to sheild n block myself from her on slaughts... n i knew i wasnt carrying any kind of weapon what so ever....
C: *Gives me the STARE* *Frowns* *Looks a lil bit scary*
(Cmon jan... u can do it.... but what the hell is she upto this time.... oh shit.... am a gonner today... HOD kitte pogaame irundhaa seri...)
What kind of clothing have u worn to college today???
Me: *Looks down at myself.... Looks at C.... Gives a Grin* oh..... These r cargos Ma'am (Jan akka.... maatine ippo.... yaen avalukku idhu cargos nu theriyaadhaa??? nee solli dhaan theriyanumaa??? goodvaanjeri types maari treat panriye di avale.... vaaya vachindu summa irukke mudiyaadhu unnaale.... u r gonna get screwed trying to act tooo smart )
C: *A lil bit shocked....* *Double Frown*
Ofcourse i know that.... DO-U-HAVE-ANY-IDEA-HOW-IT-LOOKS???
Me: Err.... Yes Ma'am.... It has loads of pockets everywhere and....errr..... its quite... hmmm... loose fitting???!!!.... (nee gaali.... unna ippo yaaravadhu "definition of cargo pants" nu question kaetaangalaa??? y the hell cant u just say something that makes more sense n get off this shit babe??? )
C: *Gives me another stare* OK FINE... I know what Cargo pants are n i also VERY WELL know how they look.... but Janani... being a senior i guess u should try to set an example to ur juniors...(Cargo pantskkulaan setting exampleaa?? ive yenode adhigamaa olarraale....)
Me: But Ma'am..... i dont find anything wrong in wearing a pair of cargos.... (What kind of a mokke discussion is happening here??? collegele vela ille naa naandhaanaa kedaichen... )
C: Listen.... i dont wanna waste my time with u on such trivial issues... (ME wastin UR time??? four much )... i-am-not-going-to-see-u-wearing-such-attire-anywhere-anytime-inside-the-college
UNDERSTOOD???? U can leave now....
Me: Thank u Ma'am.... (Thank u vaa??? u better escape when u get the chance ma.. )