How much does he mean to me.....???

I seriously had no clue how much does he mean to me till I become close to him. He is different for different flocks. Few do things to convince him. Few people pretend in front of him. On the other hand few are least bothered. They just don’t care about anything. They do things as they like. Does everything they want. And there is another category.  For them he might be a source of inspiration.  For some he is just hope. For few he is saviour. Many fear him. A few love him. Many go crazy about him. Actually what is he?

Some lionize him. Is it necessary to idolize? Depends. I don’t have an ideal figure to worship. At times I picturize him as a babee. A baby pampered in a pure white fabric with sparkling eyes and knows only to smile. Gentle and soft. At times I do feel that he is unflappable and serene.  At times it’s a figure of a 7 feet tall man standing at the top of a hill with a radiance of mild blue light along the frame at night from head to toe. Sometimes as a smoke curling up to form an unusual pattern which rise up to the dark sky.  That’s how he is. 

I am not here to discuss the origin of that power. But the realization of that same power which I have felt at different phases of my life. During my earlier stages of life, like any other kid, I too was instructed with the basic concepts. There is this positive relationship between teachings and fear. He was always equated with fear. ‘If you do like this, he will put you in fire’. Fear – the ultimate agenda.  So did us.

 In the later stages, as in during adolescence again, the stage of fear will find a slight diversion. It is a very trifling change. Still we can put it as a starting stage of the next phase. And in the next segment is the most happening stage of youth where actually the thought process is supposed to take place. It will take place if you get a chance. And this will happen with few. Not very few, but quite a few number. They will start thinking about that particular power. This thought process may take them to different directions. They may divert from the conservative thoughts when they start thinking. Their further readings, interactions with surroundings, observations etc will accelerate these diversions. And this will end up in a stage where he or she finally comes up with their conclusions.

Few may detach themselves from that power. They may have a different thread of thought. Few may get more attached to that same power. And I belong to the second category. Though I found myself deviated from him for a short span of time, later I found myself falling for the same power. I fell in love. And that was the moment I realized the beauty of love. I had this strong feeling on why I didn’t feel the same before. Its quiet natural as we feel the same with few people as in we wonder where they were all those while. Now when I came out of those conventional thoughts, I equate him to love.

Call it by whatever name you want - Allah, Christ, Krishna or Bhudha. Few people feel the presence of that power every time and wherever they go. Belief is what that matters. If you believe in something, whatever happen you will stick on to it. The condition here is, you should be a staunch believer. It’s all about faith. It is all about hope that whatever happens is been designed by him and is for good. As we all say, ’all is well’. He will never cheat us. Believe him and more than that love him. Then it will be easy for us to handle things because we will show more patience when it comes to the people whom we truly love. Then whatever happens will be under the account of love and at the end of the day we will feel blessed and happy as you have no clue on how much he is gonna love you back..

Live Love Life -MCC...!!

                                                                                          MCC..MCC..MCC…its all about Mcc.. o gwaard.. usually when people pass out from any college, in case they had a LIFE in that particular institute, they will miss that place for sure. But is it possible for us to miss ourselves?.. it is possible  and MCC made me realize this. I miss everything about MCC..

 Campus- with about 365 acres of land.. I bet none of the MCCians would have explored this 365 acres(as a larger share of it was prohibited areas). But those who were interested in exploring MCC would have at least roamed nearby the mysterious lake, happening pavilion , stinking farm, the one and only depression corner and what not. As a girl, I have explored the maximum I can in MCC.

It was truly a kutti globe. Students from different corners. Tamilians, Malayalis, North-east constituting the major population. And many from length and breadth of our country and outside too. MCC gives you an opportunity to nurture ourselves in this multi-cultured crowd. Though the college is situated at Tambaram, exactly one hour by sub-urban train still everybody preferred MCC. Why? Because no soul can get that sort of a Life anywhere else. You should be the chosen ones to be at MCC, though admission is not that a hard process. But you should be lucky enough to enjoy the true life at MCC. No wonder that we hear murmurs by outsiders on how desperately they wanted to be at MCC.

The college with an average of about 6000 students and 33 departments is truly live. Everything is special about MCC. The journey starts from Orientation days(where most of us will be engaged at checking out the best in the crowd, initiation process of bubble crushes and blah blah blah) which is for 3 days, aiming at introducing the college to the freshers. Then the freshers days, well attended first semester, pretty well scored internals and externals. At halls, we will be introduced to the traditions and hall facts. One whole semester of odd jobs. (I was not open to all these, as we were in the youngest hall and being the first batch we never had any fact to learn but to make). Life is all clean till first semester.  But everything changes after 1^st semester.  Being the even sem, days goes fast because these are the months of fests. Department fests, farewells, deepwoods, hall days and what not. There starts the fun and frolic life at this beautiful place.

You can see roads guarded by grannie trees on both sides inside the campus paved with flowers. Trust me. If you wanna go for a lovely walk with somebody, this is the road to walk. Especially during rainy seasons. When you look up, we will see branches of trees hugging each other. And all these trees are grandpas aging 100 plus. 

The water tanks which are exclusively for love birds and gangs, gutters- where gossips burn up (actually these are meant for intellectual thoughts), stone benches etc make space fo MCCians to hangout.

The two canteens- Morning and evening. Im pretty sure that almost all non – veggies would have tried the beef biriyani in morning canteen. The hot spicy beef biriyani was all time demanded. Evening canteen will go heat with the entry of noodles n fried rice with the spicy chicken and fresh juice. I forgot. One more place to hangout –Jugghead. Only God and the Jaggoo knows how much money and time we used to spent there. We all go in gangs and have ham burgers and pepsi. And the swat..appaaa..you can call it a day if u spent the last 2 hours before 6.30 in Jugghead. People, 6.30 was our curfew.

And the scrub society activities.. campus walks, clean ups, campaigns, stalls.. it was one big experience and a fun too.. It will be hard to find Anderson Hall closed. MCC had programs every single day. And in case if it is a weekend, you can also see marriage receptions happening nearby Anderson hall. 

The quadrangle will be open only during the greatest of the greatest event DEEPWOODS. MCCians have their 3 days of hectic work and enormous amount of fun in those three days. And when Deepwoods end on Saturday night, the next day hall residents wake up mostly after 2 clock. But few had to wake up early to go to church on Sunday. If one wants to enjoy the true life of MCC, one should be in Hall. i am 101 % sure that no day scholar could feel the actual beat of MCC, But only a hall resident.. everything in MCC is set for Hall and its residents.

Yes..those   5 halls.. We have Selaiyur Hall first. They call themselves as the gentlemen of MCC. Mmm..yea.. pretty descent and high spirit. And selaiyurians are said to be well mannered. Of course exceptions are there.

 And next it is Thomas hall- Thomas hall and thairuvada goes together. It is said that thomasians fought against thairuvada, when they were served with thairuvada thrice a week and this how they were nicknamed as thairuvadaz. They too have a very good amount of hall spirit. Thomas hall’s highly spirited warden had this hobby of passing suspension and dismissal letters to the residents even for egging rooms. It was said that Thomas hall was the best among all the halls earlier..

so now we have the Bishop Heber hall- the barbarians.. I doubt is there any barbarian who have not tried anything in ganja , Marijuana and what not.. they smoke up.. and you should see the way a heberian comes to class. Without a shower, and a hair which might not have seen water and scissors for ages, baggy jeans, a tee shirt for an entire week, and sometimes they stink too ..oo yea.. in case u find a book in his hand, don’t get shocked. They have that ‘butter paper’ inside it so that the papers are safe, which they use to roll their stuff.All the three men hall has its contribution in making MCC, the temple of weed. Earlier it was Heber and now Hall doesn’t make a difference.

And there are many 'HALLS' outside campus too like White House, Tharavadu etc known for something special. They too follow their own traditions and stuff. 

talking about the official Halls next on line we have Martin. Martin was the only girl hall in campus till 2009. All their glory was waven away by the entry of my hall- MARGARET HALL..yes..im a Margrita..n will always be.. it was always about my hall..do you know what fun is? Come to Margaret hall. It was the epic golden period of 2009-12..the best time which all margarita had and also for the Hall. Our warden Emma mam, whom we call Emma Mamma was like our mother. She was such a sweet warden which anybody could have.. it wont be an exageration if I say that even martinians wished to be in Margaret. That was the level of fun and life we had inside our hall.. every day was special. For us everything was first.. and atleast for us we were first in whatever we did. And we were the best. Auditions, freshers day, culturals, late night practice sessions, mess meetings, general body meetings, d yummiest chicken, descent food( in case im there in hall on Sunday I love everything about  Sunday especially the food menu), the towel booking of bathrooms, late  late night chats, mid night films, exam times, chai @ 10, hall day, ethnic day, Christmas celebrations, Dionysia, road painting, banners, cleaning, photo sessions, assignments , projects and what not.. life is life in MCC..n only in MCC..

MCC..Celebrating 175 years of history, tradition and glory. When I turn back today, life was too easy and comfortable  for me. MCC gave me everything. MCC taught me how to love and how not to, whom to trust and from whom to keep a distance, to laugh out loud whenever we feel like, to burst out when situation demands, affection and care under the tag of friendship, Commitment and Satisfaction and what not. Life after MCC will be very hard until and unless we move to a better place than MCC. But there can’t be a better place than MCC. Because when it is about  LIFE, MCC is the last word. 

And yes.. Love is always Unique..

   LOVE..LOVE…LOVE.. It was always about love that every single individual is bothered about. Be it a kid or a teen or an age old man or an orphan. It was always about love which everybody wanted and is urging for. Love, care, affection, dependency.. all these words go together. It is just love that helps a man to survive and it is just that hope of love takes his life forward. Love can bring tears. These tears can be out of happiness or can be due to pain .Tears out of happiness is something which happens once in a blue moon. It happens very rarely. May be when we realize how much someone loves and cares for us. At the same time tears out of pain is something common. We cry when we are physically or mentally hurt. Tears out of pain , that too due to mental hurt is what we are discussing about. Most of the people will be light hearted. They will be hurt soon. They will not be able to take things easily. But there will be people who are called as mentally very strong people. Still, they too fail at times. But there are people who are very strong. Even losing their loved ones will not let them down. I am talking about common people. For them love is care, affection, dependency, a kiss, a tight hug, a shoulder, or just an understanding look. There will be times when we need someone to whom we feel to open up. There will be moments when we need someone just to hug and cry so that we will be sure of soothing ourselves. Always it was about someone whom we love to be with. It was always about someone whom we always want to be with us. And that feeling is what we call love. 

 Love is different for every single individual. It can never be same. It cannot be compared. It stays unique. For every single individual, their Love is just unique for them. For every single individual their pain can be shared to others, but they may not be able to feel it the way you feel. Because love and pain goes together and it is unique for everybody.  Some of us are meant to suffer in this war of love. Some of us are meant to walk away with these wounds which take long span of time to heel. For some, love is just lost. For few, love is hope. For others love is pain. And it is different for every individual and that is the reason why I said love is unique..