first visit to kozhikode

 After a long journey the train finally reached our destination,Kozhikode. It was raining heavily. As we stepped out of the station, we had two options(as it was written in information brochure sent to us from the college) . Either we can take an auto from station to palayam bus stand, from where we will directly get a bus to the college or we can hire an auto to NITC. We were too tired to go for the first option so we  asked the auto drivers standing there to take us to NITC, but they said no, saying something in Malayalam which we really didn’t understood. So we were left with no other option but to go by bus. We took an auto to palayam and finally got inside the bus.

With heavy rains, everything was looking so green and lively. The way the houses were built was really very beautiful. There's always the way of facing the relentless rains here, which makes people more and more innovative. The roads were flooded with rain water. It was then I realized why auto drivers told us to go by bus. On such flooded roads nothing but only buses can survive. By the time we reached NITC , it stopped raining. The speed at which the rain buckets down and then stops suddenly was really fascinating.

There were posters and banners all around the campus so as to avoid any inconvenience for the parents and the students. Parents were busy with their children filling up forms.  We went inside the hall where they were calling students one by one to submit necessary documents. Then after waiting and waiting my name was called. It was then that I realized that Pass certificate for class 12 was missing. Mam over there  told us not to worry and asked us to submit the affidavit for the missing pass certificate. 

What a bad luck it was. After coming to Kozhikode for the first time, the first place we were visiting in  city was the ‘court ’.  So we took a bus from college to palayam bus stand. Then caught one auto and asked him to take us to the court. At first he didn’t seem to understand what  we are saying. Then when I said high court, he understood. After around 20 minutes, when we stepped out of the auto, as far as I remember, we found ourselves standing in front of some handicraft shop. It was raining heavily. So it was difficult for us to find another auto. I told him all words related to court which I knew like courtroom, law, judicial system, judge, lawsuits, attorney, magistrate, advocate and everything we can. Then again he started his auto and took us to some restaurant. We really had a tough time talking to locals there. Then thankfully, one uncle saw us and came for help. He knew hindi too. Then he told auto person to take us to kodathi (which means court in Malayalam). Thanks to that uncle that we finally reached court. There it just took around 2 hours and afffidavit was ready. 

Then we came back and the next day submitted all the documents. It was the first time I realized that I have to learn some broken malayalam to survive on the city roads.

But one thing I can say is that experiencing diverse cultures gives us the perspectives as we interact with people and enables us to respond to diversity with curiosity and respect, which makes us a better human being at the end of the day.

sleep sleep go away: sleeping sleeping nd sleeping

sleep sleep go away: sleeping sleeping nd sleeping: "Well when it comes to sleep, it is the most integral part of our life . u should have atleast 6-7 hours of sleep daily to be healthy . Whe..."

So lucky I am

Just watched Guzaarish few days back. It reminded me of  Mr. R.J (thats what people used to call him there, it never struck me actually to ask him his real name).
It was the sunday morning and clock struck exact 8. My alarm clock rang but I again slept after keeping it at 8:10 , then again at 8:20 and then again at 8:30 till my mom came finally to wake me up. Usually I will wake up by 9 on sunday mornings but that day I have to go to the hospital for medical certificate. Never wanted to go on Sunday as it is the only day on which you can have a nice sleep free from all worries of  getting up early, doing homework, then running to school with sandwich in your hand, but was left with no other choice. My sweet dad somehow convinced me that its fine, we will start at 9 here, then will reach there by 9:20, and then all formalities will take just 45 minutes at the maximum and then we will have nice food, your favourite icecream and then go for shopping if you will say or any movie. He really knows how to make the things , which you dont like interesting.Love him for that.
So basically my whole night went in thinking what all to eat and what all to shop. Then finally my mom managed to wake me up(which once upon a time was a very tough job, as I used to be the very sound sleeper).
Finally we reached hospital. As I entered the gate: ambulances, doctors, nurses, ambulances, visitors , ambulance attendants,people running here and there, some smiling faces, some sad, while some expressionless faces senseless of all things going around them, thats all I could see. Then chaos increased as an ambulance came. Its doors whooshed open, two beds lined the hall each carrying the bleeding victim. One was totally unconscious while other was moaning with pain. All I could hear from the the attendants was some car accident, which they were discusssing among them.
As we steeped inside, my father met one of his friends who was the doctor there. We went inside his cabin, and they started talking about their medical stuff which was completely french to me. So I came out just to roam around.
The corridor was smelling like an antiseptic. All you can see around  are the bandages, coughing and sneezing people, crying babies,cleaning staff spraying down the surfaces, blood through the surgical gloves,squeaky wheelchairs, needles, blood bottles. Today I realised the suffering, the pain of the people. A mother crying for her child, a husband with a kid in his hand, who is asking his father , 'daddy what happend to mummy' and father telling with wet eyes, 'nothing son,its just a matter of some time, eveything will be fine soon', a wife crying for her husband. I t seemed as if the world came to a standstill.

As I was walking along the corridor, I came around a ward. I saw one person lying on the metal bed rails covered with wrinkled sheet and soft pillows. The nurse was telling him something and he was smiling.  After such a long time I came accross a smiling face. I thought thank God  a small accident. And then I started walking away. But suddenly I saw two nurses entering into his ward and they were kind of sad as well as serious. They went to him and I was so shocked of what I looked at. The nurses made him sit upright and and gave him some tablets to eat. It was then I realised that his torso and legs are insensible to any human touch. His name was Mr. R.J . He was suffering from tetraplegia. He has been here for the past 4 months.He was not very old also, he looked just 35-40. Then I came to know that because of one accident by a drunk driver, his spinal cord got injured which has resulted into the complete loss of the use of his limbs and torso. Now when observed him closely, I can see his the stitches in his face, a drink staw to his lips, dry cracked lips and that pain and the suffering which he has hidden within his heart so as to make his family feel that he is perfectly fine. He was really an optimist, still has the ray of  hope that one day everything will be alright. He is lucky that he is still alive and have his sweet family around him(which many people in this world dont have). Though I could see the pain in his eyes, but there was also that great feeling which you feel with your loved ones around you. After talking to him for sometime, I came out with only one prayer in my heart, that he become fine soon as I am a strong beleiver that miracles do happen.
Then after all checkups and all, I got my medical certificate. As I stepped out of hospital, I realised how lucky I was. Everyday homework, tests, exams which I used to think as a burden  is nothing, nothing at all as compared to the pain, the suffering which so many people are surrounded with. I am really very lucky and thankful to my God who has always saved me from all injuries, all accidents and has always taken me in his arms whenever I needed him and for giving me the worlds best parents and brother who are always with me to support me in all my efforts. :) :)

sleeping sleeping nd sleeping

Well when it comes to sleep, it is  the most integral part of our life  . u should have atleast 6-7 hours of sleep daily to be healthy .

When we were small our parents use to teach us ‘Early to bed and early to rise , will keep u healthy nd wise’ .  bt, in present scenario I don’t  think so there is any normal  student  (obviously except some nerds and geeks ) who will sleep  early nd get up early too  except when he or she is left with  no other choice than  to save themselves from their teachers chastise. The consequence of this leads to most of the students sleeping in class. And this act of theirs is  quite justifiable as u can’t expect a person to get up early when he is sleeping late night.

Huh, but what about those who sleep  properly in the night  (full 8 hrs sleep) ,  turning off the alarm clock in the morning , slowly rolling off the bed , somehow go to the bathroom  only to convince themselves in their murk that they should probably lie down for 15 min  more and then 15 min becomes 20 min thn 30 thn 40 and finally they are back asleep.  Huh, u sleep the previous night thinking of so many innovative ideas but finally end up in holding yourself culpable the next morning( actually the next afternoon).

Oversleeping ,so difficult it is to relinquish it. In class u are sitting with ur eyes half shut. Atleast some sensible person when want to sleep will sleep pretending not to sleep . Like keeping the book in front of him and then keeping both his elbows  on the desk and then resting his forehead on the top of the palms with  head bending downwards so as to give the teacher a feel that u r actually studying . or resting the corner of his forehead on one of his palms and holding pen in another hand so as to give a feeling tht u r writing . or u can camouflage yourself by  simply asking  the person in front of u to sit straight upright . But when u do any of these make sure to keep ur mouth shut properly otherwise u can drool on ur books or wherever ur swinging head will lead u.

But when u oversleep then u don’t think of anything . u just sleep unaware of ur surroundings .  It is irresistible. And the style with which u sleep makes u famous too. You sleep sitting straight upright with ur head swirling in air and obviously u becomes the centre of attraction anywhere u go and u become soo famous then even when u r not sleeping people around u will think that actually u r sleeping even when u will shut ur eyes for even 1 second. Let me tell u one anecdote : I still remember my first year , mechanics class , huh, everyday I used to sleep in sirs class(in all classes actually)  though he used to teach soo nicely . He used to see me everday sleeping(I think so ) and in few classes , he even told me to go out and wash my face. Once, after the class got over , he called me outside the class and even asked me is his teaching that boring.huh I felt so rueful that day.one fine morning I got up so fresh . And in every class I was so attentive that day . then came his period . I was sitting and listening , then he gave students 1 problem to solve , then suddenly , huh, sir came to me and said ‘why do you always sleep in my class’ ; suddenly as some thunderstorm  stuck me, I felt the surge of blood gushing through my veins, I was awestruck and I like a innocent and naive kid   answered intuitively ,’ya sir its true, but today I am   not sleeping ‘  (Lhuh such a stupid answer, sir must have thought that except today this girl sleep everyday).

Huh , L I m supposed to write my report bt writing this. This stupid sleep is the hortatory behind this .

Aweeeee,  atleast  nw felling less sleepy ,so lets start afresh.  J