The Chennai that changed ma Life

The first place I set foot on in Chennai,
was Chennai Central Railway Station,
so crowded, buzzing with noise,pouring people.
I wandered anxiously into my new found life.
Achan stayed back in Chennai for three days,
left only after he made sure that all was fine.
Two weeks in Vijay park,the stay was good,
made new friends there,
and my roommates were simply cool.
Swapna ,we nick-named her Pappu,
looked tough and serious,
But proved to be neither,
instead she was always so jovial, a "paavam".
Sree was and is still a non-stop chatterbox,
she has promised us atleast a thousand times,
that she is gonna change, get serious for once and forever,
but that good God never lets the poor thing change,
Thanks to him, or our lives would be hell oh my.
Neemachi was my classmate in college.
Though put in different rooms in Vijay Park,
she was like a natural phenomenon in our room.
Actually we became better friends after being together in Chennai.
She is one person on this earth who,
Knows me too well I guess.
Now to the training class-Blue Lotus.
This was one place where i came by so many characters,
some good,some bad, and some so simply cool.
The only person I knew in my batch ,
was Sirdaj Moidu,a “saghavu” from college.
Seeking his company,
got caught up in the company of another chatterbox,
George was his name.
He spoke stuff all time,
but never took breaks.
He gave me so many nick names ,
That I almost forgot my own name.
Through George, I made more friends,
all sweet and special,
Shammu was the best of all,
a true baby,appropriately nick-named “vava”.
She knows me so well,
we chatted through our training classes,
and made them full of fun.
Then there was Sunil,
we rechristened him adivasi,
do not take his nick-name seriously,
coz the guy is not one,
nor does he resemble one.
One thing he does day in and day out,
Is campaign for his homeland,
the beautifully gorgeous Wayanad.
Again that calls for arguments lengthy,
but he never stops describing the nature’s bounty.
The Major was another character,
Tigin is the name of this man.
Trust me he is a true army man,
in every sense of the word,
but some months with our gang,
brought out the hidden stores of mirth in him, all.
Sarika was the “Dumb Charades” expert,
my orkut friend and then my batchmate.
She was always caught in class,
While acting out her part.
Sari, George and Sunil took it up as a challenge
to brush up our knowledge, in areas
that Shammu and I had never before much explored.
Mukesh was the sweet “bhaiya”,
always made sure that we were taken good care of,
but he was at times so annoying, that, at times,
I had to end up demonstrating my wrath ,
to bring down the irritation levels of this Mukumon.
Then there was Prakash, the "upapa",
felt more or less like a robot to me,
with headphones stuck in his ear,
as if he were born with them on.
He always made it a point to sit in the front row,
and daringly doze away not caring about Moosa Sir.
Hatti was another friend,
We called him “Hucha”,
Shameera was his Malayalam teacher,
And he addresses everyone “Tendi”,
Out of overflowing respect and love.
Oh, how could I forget Ashwin,
better known as "Shoe with Pleasure".
This guy simply loves to irritate me,
drives me really crazy at times,
but is still a great friend.
Last but not the least there was Kamaru,
The “kosara”, I got to know him late,
and curse those many days of fun I missed out on.
His eyes speak so much,
they make u laugh so loud,
the noise can reach the heavens,
I bet you people all.
His dance during our outings,
churned out laughing gas, I suppose.
This guy never stops giggling,
 neither does he let us all stop.
The times I spent with these people ,
were my best spent times in Chennai.
After training some of us were still together,
at STC for a while.
There I got a new friend,Vineeth,
He was from my college and my orkut friend too,
But this is where I got to know him better,
A great actor, I must say,
And a message he circulated got him the name”Koran”.
Then there was the “Silent Valley”,
Remya was her name,
She happened to be George’s X’mas friend that year,
And he tried his best to,
make her speak a couple of words or two.
And then we moved on to Perungudi,
with a reduced strength, I must say.
There I made three more sweet friends,
Radhika, Rupa and Murali.
Radhika struggled with her Malayalam so much,
But never missed to make lengthy comments,
in the very same language.
Actually there are so many more people,
Who have touched my life in many ways,
There was Laly, Jasmi and Priyanka,
Who gave us great company at our sick hostel.
The hostel was a bit too bad,
But we laughed together through it all.
Then there was Sanjay, more than six feet tall,
he named me “tharavu”,
another nick-name to my already long list.
As soon as I am in sight ,
He starts searching for water,
To make sure that my transportation is made fine.
I look forward to meeting them all every now and then,
It feels good to speak to them over the cell,
Chat over the machine,
and forward them, receive their mails,
I wish we were all put together in one project sometime again.
All would be different then,
Work will transform to fun,
I will once again love working if so done.