Postponed Post

For most of the time spent in the green room, I had only been listening, and at times passing a few remarks of my own. You do remember that I had been the same even in our class. I had always wanted to write something, but kept postponing it, saying "tomorrow... tomorrow...". Well finally here it is:

Excerpt from "An autobiography of the Legendary ADTC" describing past one month (some 10-15 days more than that actually)

Suddenly one day, my mother remembered that before two years, we had gone to a centre called Mindscape, and she brought it to our (my father and I) notice. At that time, we (my parents and I) were requested to visit them again after I complete +2. So we decided to pay them a visit (and some money) to do aptitude tests and take counselling sessions. After discussing over phone, a date was fixed. On the scheduled date we visited them and I took the tests and did the counselling. The aptitude scores were "exceptionally high", to quote the consultant's words and the counselling session was very brief. When I mentioned I had applied to join a university in Singapore, I was backfired with the questions "Why do you want to do a diploma in Singapore when you have the potential to do a degree?" and "Why don't you try for IIT?". I was happy to quickly leave the place.

By the way, I forgot to mention this: While I had completed the tests and was waiting for the counsellor, I had a chat with the consultant. My parents were not around, so I was free to talk as I pleased. It was a pleasant chat, but I had lost control over my words. That led to a briefing of my entire life till then, which is a sad, sad story. One would not dream about sharing, even with an uncle or aunt, the sad life one has at home, if so be the case. But I blurted it out to an entire stranger. And I have no regrets whatsoever. I am happy that someone out there was ready to let me share it with her. If you keep something to yourself, it burns you, no matter how much water you pour over it. But if you share it with someone, it's much easier to put off the fire.

The consultant, while listening to my story, said she is happy to know that I am learning to control my temper and am trying to make friends. She complimented me that I have a great smile [ :) ] and guessed that I get angry very rarely, something that is true. On the other hand, my father gets angry very quickly.

That's all about Mindscape. Now we decided that I should join an institute called TIME (Triumphant Institute of Management Education). You must've heard about it, as they have over 90 centres across India. I joined the 'Repeaters' batch, although I am not really a repeater, because this is the only one through out the day.

This is where happiness returns to the highest point. I now have the chance to make friends, and best of all, they will never know how short-tempered I had been all these years. I now have a circle of friends (no girls, because none of them have guts to talk to boys!) and we enjoy the time we are together. We joke, we laugh (either with or at others), we tease each other, we discuss with each other, we eat together... and so on. It must be quite normal for my friends, but for me, the new experience of friendship is just truly amazing. Sometimes I feel that the reason I get up in time to get ready to go to TIME, is never to study, but to just spend some time with friends.

Let me write a few words about some of my friends:
Sreejith - A BIG guy. We call him 'thadiyan' (means 'fatty') and elephant. His weak point is 'girls'. Any girl passing in front of him will make him say 'adi sakke'. I don't know what it means, but it's supposedly bad. On last thursday I got an invitation booklet of Attinad Jewellers, which featured photos of his favourite actress. I gave it to him on Friday, supposing to make a joke out of it, and guess what? He was flashing the biggest smile he must've ever did! And the next day onwards, he's absent!!
Johny John - (aka Johny Walker) He says he's experimenting with Nero. He got a sketch pen free with CD-Rs but thought he could write on the CD with it. Every time he wrote on CD with the sketch, he held it in the sun and said "Oh gosh! This is just not drying!"
Jithin - His initials are I.V. Now that's short for IlichaVaayan (if you know Tamil, most probably you would know what it is), and he never knew that until he met me. Once he was proud to say "I am Jithin I.V.", but now he drops his initials.

That's all the names I can remember now. I will write up a sequel with more details.
- by The Legendary ADTC [whom the cyberworld bows down to]