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A perfect '10

What started out like the most boring chapter of  my life, about as interesting as the obituary page Year 2010 had one too many surprise packages for me. I started out with a couple of resolutions (hah!)and tried to get a mental makeover.One of the first things I did,however, was crop short(and incredibly short) my hair inviting month-long jeering and gasping. People! If I were the Queen of Hearts it'd have been "Off with their Heads!!"

Then came along YENTHA! One helluva place! Some time in February I took up my first Job.(no pay of course.too bad eh?..I thought I'd spend them on oils and photography). Well who cares 'cause once You're at Yentha you're at home,that is if  you are crazy like us. By the way, Yentha is an online web portal/online newspaper whatever you wanna call it exclusively for Trivandrum,one of the very few of its likes and we were off the charts in a couple of months since its inauguration in Feb.The two months I worked for Yentha was nothing short of Awesome Fun!I miss the story hunts around the city clutching a scribble pad and camera with the Yentha Id slung over the neck, meeting some brilliant writers and thinkers, the hangouts we had, celebrating every moment of the day. Oh yes, we have a Chief too.And Chief's the Chief! High browed and critical but always open to ideas,Pradeep became my first ever boss.Oh yeah and I was allowed to call everyone by first names (we followed a coequal policy).I miss the ed team meetings where we share our insanity and burst into fits of laughter over the day's adventures or Cris' goofs.

Hah..Sabin Iqbal(Pacman/ Pachan affectionately) our chief Editor the most adorable,irresponsible,fat,loving, hopeless romantic , Manu Remakant (The joke machine! He can make you look like an ass and you won't know it!), Rasi (Animal Lover), Cris(well, Cris is one funny mad person..and its a she-Cris..hehe..Cris is about just being yourself and being Happy all the time.Enthusiasm is her second name), Akshaya( one serious poet i actually know personally), Syam(Arrrghh.. hehe chori sathanam(imp in malayalam,roughly) but the most resourceful person at Yentha.Hyper!), Sambhu, the silent hardworking (awesome singing voice) most responsible man,Ashik,all about eating/riding and making a total jackass of people and Adarsh, the movie man(The Pune Film Institute must have no sensibility or else they would have pounced on this man on sight) always lost in thought..and the one who  first called me Mercedes..not to mention cutie pie-energy-bomb Shradha, and green-eyed Hari .Some of the few mad people I just had to meet!


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Then school started,and I could no more go to Yentha. Then the days took the pace of a roller coaster and some of us realized it's time we quit cribbing and just go with the  way things are..I'm always among the mad people and so its no big surprise that at the end of day I got myself thrown in with Aswathi,Keerthana and Aishwarya,Sangeetha..then the more practical and ever so sweet Aparna,Pyari,Varsha,Neeraja,Jessita...i'll miss the times we walked from school ogling at Mar Ivanios hunks on their Bullets and Apaches,bunking classes and singing on the rooftop with the band guys..

I missed my old friends.I couldn't call Shyam as often as I wanted to but when we talked in ages we'd spend hours roaring with laughter over each other's encounters..not long back he managed to have his phone confiscated too.

 That's when I became friends with Vivek. This testimonial is an understatement but it'd be a shame if I don't mention it because he's one of the best people I have met this year.The guy is the happiest person in miles around.He's so damn cheerful all time whether he's flunked or otherwise and when he starts to laugh it gets infectious.Too bad we don't get to meet that often,pathetic since we live only a block away from each other.

Sometime in July we had a reunion at Achachan's.Family, fun and food- all the good things in life. The whole clan ,from grandpa to toddler had a great time.We cut a cake for 3 birthday kids (two of which have hit their 60's),ate, drank and sang old songs and danced while the little ones raced up and down the house.

Things slowly fell back into the sine wave except for the 5-day excursion to Bangalore and Mysore-a good break from the terrible rut..

And then it all reeled to a quiet end.Another decade has come to a close.Do you realize we'd write 10/10/10 only after a 100 years from now?Or would we? With tons of resolutions to only to keep till the end of the first day I'm still walking on.

Mercedes
A5 Yentha HQ
Jawahar Nagar
Kaudiar

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