nasty nostalgia : Author- Kathiravan Thangavel

sweet remembrances. ..

buddha ...just read your blog..my mind was searching who could  be that girl. .
.how  could you have shelved those wonderful moments within your self without sharing. .who was she? Was it that girl? no ...not possible. ..before coming to the fag end of the story , innumerable thoughts inundated my mind...but buddha. ..kalla varitheya buddha...its like a failed atom bomb...

I would like to share some of the wonderful moments of my college ragging period. ..but it's again with a group of girls. ..wonderful beautiful and exhilarating all go in tandem when you are in the midst of girls. ..but it's not a concocted story as buddhan ...a real story to be unfurled. ..

A group of five senior girls who always go hand in hand would call on me during the dissection break...every flower has its unique distinct fragrance and so the five gangsters. they liked to tease me ..it is a  different kind of feeling being ragged by a group of cute girls.(all girls  looked  petty fine in my eyes in that age)after that horrendous ragging in the hostel, the feminine soft part of ragging in the college does suit my mentality... I too liked their presence. ..when there were so many male students around you, and you were the only one who was called  for, it itself gave me a sense of wellbeing,happiness and mental satisfaction in being recognised as a male...
some of my friends would ridicule me when I go and stand before them...why are you  going? try to be rigid and don't respond to their queries and so on...but I continued to be with them and it was a pleasant feeling throughout that period...
A senior boy was in love with one of the five girls..he would come and ask me...what did she ask? what were you talking and so on...she was the quiet and least talkative of the five girls..thank god.... that pretty girl escaped from the clutches of that crook....those early college life period is the most vulnerable  period  in one's life...a small spark here and that would grow into a  fire that could not be doused by any amount of water you pour..although I came from a coeducated school, I never talked to a girl...it was like a taboo talking to girls in school days then..so there was fire inside my belly to make up for the hitherto missed events...I tried to capitalise on whatever is for me...but there was no one to spark that fire inside me and I escaped. ...

During school days itself I hooked on to a girl...she was in pure science and I wa in maths group...she was residing not too far from my residence. .so whenever I happened to go out for some chores, I made it as a routine to cross her house  until one day when I saw her coming out of her home with her dad who was in police uniform...that was the last day I took to that road...thereafter it was the second acquaintance with  our college senior girls for me and I didn't want to lose it...but all good things have to come to an end one day and It did come so early for me....when the next batch came and we became seniors and they kept distance from me with the occasional smile. ..

therafter it was nothing but prolonged dry spells  with occasional oasis seen then and there ...