Flipping those pages backwards...

Those moments and the part of life I lived to the fullest...3 years of happy moments, and the rest of the miseries involved in it. So much Learned, so much left uncompleted, so much so mesmerizing.

I still don't understand why my Visa application to the U.K. got refused. May be its quite plain and authentic to realize that someone above so sweet had better plans for me. Yes, my dad forced me to go to Chennai to pursue my course on Chartered Accountancy. Yes, I hated his decision at that moment. Yes, I din know that life had so much for me like an unread book which was folded and kept so intact that it took time and pleasure to cherish each page... EACH PAGE OF MY LIFE ONE BY ONE.

I got introduced to this really cool guy Mr.Leo Thomas, my dad's acquaintance, who guided me through the city for just 2 days. And then he put me in a guest house run by a church. JUBILEE GUEST HOUSE. My first friend in Chennai, JEEV JACOB DAS, a good looking guy that he is, My first question 'Girlfriend?'and the reply was 'No. She dumped me'..
He was ever ready to help me with buying a bucket and a mug (lol) and consequentially helping me with arranging things in my room. Quite home sick that i was, for apparently no reason, cuz i lived half my school life in boarding schools. ARUN MATHEW KURIAN (Alias: Thotti), one of my room mates...6"5 tall and pathetically lean and those dumb intellectual talks of his. Lol. He was a clown to most of us in there. VIVEK RENJIT, another lean fella (pathetically again), Another Devdas in the gang. I had never seen a guy who can be so crazily addicted to movies. U name it and he has watched it. A good singer and a vivid fan of A.R.Rahman...was famous cuz he was the only guy of JUBILEE who had an i pod. So, a friendship was bound to occur. Lol. NISHANT (again, another devdas) passed out from DPS, Faridabad, School leader(if i am not wrong). I looked upto him, an inspirational personality that he had. Very intelligent and supportive. And then comes the extremely awkward ROHIT MAMMEN. I still remember him crazy after this chic called Bindiya, a marwadi. Lol. On that note, i still remember, me and thotti meeting up two horrible tamil females...all because our own sweet thotti got swayed by their random unknown-identity-sms and just decided to meet up over a phone call.(NGAGE...that was his fone, We called it SOAP DISH)...and I joined him just because i thought I can get hooked with one of those 'CHICS'...I regret going to Spencer Plaza to meet the most ugliest creatures i have ever seen. I still remember asking Malini if she was a virgin when i was totally sloshed. Pathetic i was, I know. That year was so oblivious yet so fun-filled. A minimum of three movies per week...I think i never missed even one movie that Chennai halls showcased that year. Days.
Even my first smoke after two good years with Nishant over a walk on Poonamali High Road at 3 am. I still remember that shop Nishant...Those Cups of Coffee we drank every single morning..... The year's valentine's day, I was single as usual...Me and Jeev went over to BREAK-POINT to have a drink, AND TO GIVE A TOAST ON BACHELORHOOD. The rest of us joined in with Philip Mathen who pooled in money from us to buy more Alcohol. I still remember that. Mc Dowell Whiskey. We boozed thru the night.... (except Vivek, funny he still prefers Pepsi over alcohol).
My favourite destination: The top of our building's water tank. Jeev, Vishnu, Nishant, Vivek, Arun and Philip spent hours talking bullshit on top of it. Days again.

Quite astonished i was when i came to know that a most of my friends from Middle east Int'l school, Riyadh had been in Chennai, studying And chilling out in the not-so-refreshing city. PRASHANTH, WASSIM, MOHAMMAD, EMAN, KRUTIKA...

I had the first experience of marijuana with Prashanth. Thanks to him, I now know HOW it feels to be called 'STONED'.

I even had the worst experience of riding a bike for the first time after a heavy boozing session with WASSIM. We abused the bar attenders, the waiters...the traffic policemen...shouted at the traffic lights just for displaying the red light(wierd, i know). BITCHING those prostitutes who stood beside the bus stops.... We were the laughing stock on Mount Road that night,...cuz i wanted to noe how it felt like to be a women to sit on a bike sideways..as in, my feet firmly rested on the saree guard of the bike. Sheesh, I was indeed a jack ass. Thanx to the heavenly liquid.

Everything Abruptly ended n i had to rush to Kerala, and stay in for 6 months, 6 insane months. I made filthy reasons and convinced my dad somehow to send me back to Chennai, For a change he agreed and i told him a lie that JUBILEE is going to accommodate me(when i knew it shut down). Though Nishant and the rest of the gang managed to get a Room for themselves, i had to cling on my best friend Wassim. He put me in a flat with his college mates, and introduced me to CHANDHRA. All of us including Wassim signed a pact agreeing to visit all the bars and pubs of Chennai before the end of the year. Mind you, ALL OF EM!... quite surprising, we were successful in it. Approximate expenditure : Rs.200,000.

Money was a curse. Broke was the word. I became a victim of poverty(Obviously). I still remember begging Chandhra for 10 bucks everyday just to get away from hunger.Look what added on to the frustration. The owner of the flat just had it from the seven of us. Overnight we had to run. We fled, most of them to their own houses, and I...to the beach with that fuckin extremely heavy airbag of mine. Three days of wandering the city without a single penny in my wallet..I defined starvation. I borrowed money from Wassim, who, without his dad's permission pulled out cash from the bank, put myself in a lodge, and guess what...My dad lands in. The first thing i noticed in him was those tears which rolled out as though it never wanted to. I got sunk in those tears. He took me to the nearest Hotel and fed me with goodies...so much that it was hard for me to breath. SIGH. I realized that he loves me so much. I was blind. I couldn't see it.

Thanks to Krutika and Eman , Merit happened...MERIT SOFTWARE SOLUTIONS LTD.

I had everything i ever wanted...everything that money can buy keeping in mind my constraints and other limitations.

And then....:)

To begin at the beginning: It was winter, moonless light in the city, starless and Bible-black; and i fell in love with her! I saw the light that presumed to come from her. When i asked FREDY If i shall go forward by accepting the proposal she made, ALL HE ASKED ME was WHY. I replied to him quite dramatically <<>>.He gave me a green signal for affirming my motive and agreeing to me, as a friend. A long distance relationship is dreadful. Yet, I smiled thru. She was my God. I remember crying over and praying on CHRISTMAS DAY. Met a priest and i told him my story and i asked him to pray for her. His reply to it was " Put your trust in the Lord, my son, and always keep your powder dry". I ignored what he said because i din understand a word he spoke. My mum told me, David, A desperate Disease requires a dangerous remedy. I still ignored her statement. I WAS BLIND IN LOVE. The drama that took place later was hugely unconvincing. I loved her beyond limits, i carried my love for her as if it was the most divine karma in the world. I loved her with all her faults. When she said she was forcefully touched by a man, her acquaintance, I wept..I was angry, I wanted to avenge,I prayed to the Lord that she be safe in my absence. I flew to her just to take her by my arms and feel her breath touching my chest. I built a kingdom, and i made her my queen. But, things were not meant to be. She fell in love with another guy. Its not her fault, its the distance that's supposed to be blamed...may be! I had my mum and my brother Dennis to calm me down thankfully. Yet, I drank away for glory, smoked joints like crazy. It was hard to believe, yet, i had to. To me, the only way you achieve a summit is to come back alive. The job is half done if u don't get down. I enjoyed the convalescence. It made my sickness worthwhile. I remember telling this to her one night - " Difficult or easy, Pleasant or bitter, You are the same you : I cannot live with you - or without you".

Like someone said in the late 16th century, As you make ur bed, so you must lie upon it.

The bad end unhappily, the good unluckily. That is what tragedy means. Now I know that it was good. Good - that turned unlucky. No looking back..am glad she is one of my close friends now. I hope it stays the way forever.

Life had so much for me still...Be it those fights with PRIYANKA SEN, phone calls to AYESHA NIZAM n SADAF SALEEM on my terrace or even those Gtalk chats with Riya Kurian. Thanx to the 'Meritians', ARJUN, Fredy, CUTHBERT, PATRICK, RON, PRAKASH and the rest of the Anglo-Indian gang, They brought back harmony. They taught me what a family of friends can probably mean, they took me into the next level of adventurous unforeseen life. I still remember the last party Arjun threw in...I just can't forget that. I thank him for that.
Those nights after the call center, heavy rains with loud slow music plugged in my ears made my ride back home (on my better half - My Pulsar)..unbelievably worth...IF U CAN JUST TRY THAT TODAY, u d just love it. Ride your baby at 120 km/hour and then get ur hands away from the handle and lift it 'Shahrukh style' for a few minutes. Nothing can be more sexy than that.:)....Bike races, Clubbing, more of alcohol and weed. I even remember that trip to Bangalore for a coffee...in a bike with no Kick starter, minimal Brakes and cocky headlights. I dared. I din care. I lived like there was no tomorrow.

Today, I have my folks beside me, and still pursuing my education, and helping dad with his school. Sometimes i smile looking at the young kids down here who just wait to get over with their school and join some random college, awaiting freedom, awaiting romance, awaiting fun.. Lol.

Today, am content with life...but..
I Still wish if i could reverse my life with all the miseries in it. I don mind starving, i don mind getting hurt, I, obviously, don mind having all that fun again. It ll be worth.

I thank each one of u in having shared your life with me and making it memorable, regardless of good or bad.

God bless all of you.