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"Its very simple man.means what.Somewhat difficult".On the first day of my college,my basic engineering class started off with the above said 'clear' explanation.While telling this,my lecturer used to draw hundreds of omni directional arrow heads on the blackboard,clearly depicting our frame of minds in the class.Our classroom board had many close friends in the name of lecturers.They were talking to the board most of the time,rarely showing their face to the students.

My first year in college was in a temporarily hired building because of the construction of the main building.The rental building was more like a garment factory than a college.It took quite a long time to learn a completely new language called "chennai tamil".Speaking about learning new languages,a recent research shows that when people learn new languages ,their brains become very sharp.Thats the reason God gave me so many chances to learn new languages.My roommates were telugu guys.I worked in Bangalore,karnataka.And now working in Japan.I am able to understand all these languages but the sharpness factor is still evasive.Sigh..research studies are bound to go wrong sometimes.

I had mixed group of friends.In one of the classroom seminars,one of my friends was so bent on his opinion that Ashok Layland uses Tidal power in its Hosur(which is interestingly 500 km away from the sea)production House.Such an innovative guy was he.There was this other guy,who used to sideline anybody who walks along.Yes,i mean literally.He had such a unique style of walking.But his punchy one liners always used to bring out hearty laughs in the group.and one guy uses the real chennai swearing on the stage in front of nearly 1000 people in the college cultural fest.He went on to sing a mesmerizing song later winning the best singer prize.

We had a place called hostel whose regular visitors during the rainy seasons were snakes of unbelivable lengths.One of the inmates saw a snake once and fled the hostel at that very moment and never came back to that place even for a casual visit.

The taste of the food never changed in my college canteen.Wait,wait.Do not jump into conclusions so soon.Only if there was something called as taste,then only the question arises about the varying of the taste.

In spite of all these kind of jokes,my college gave me an invaluable gift,Friends.I am glad that unlike the usual college friendship that ends with the graduation day,we guys are still in very close touch,thanks to the internet.Even a single worded mail from my college buddy makes my day bright.

Here we go guys,these two parts of the rickshaw are dedicated to all my friends.For those who have accepted me the way i am.