Khel..!

'Khel' is a term common amongst 2006-10 batch of LBSians, as a direct consequence of the activities of our one time University Union Councillor (UUC), Sreejith Sreedharan aka 'Jetty Kumaran' or simply 'Kumaran' or 'Kum'.

Before we go into the etymology of this term, please remember, never mix vodka with brandy. Well, there are different stories related with the origin of this term. One of the stories is that term was originally created as a result of our UUC's exploits on the football pitch during his school days, or at least this is what he tell to girls. I guess there is little truth in this story. Perhaps, the more famous and more true story behind the origin of this term is that our Kum is fond of girls, especially junior girls, and he would do anything in his power to help them, ie he would use his 'hold' to get them what they want.  His ability to speak different languages was his most powerful weapon. His involvement in various campus issues made his task easier. There were occasions when this 'Khel' would land him in deep troubles. But he would exert his 'hold' to escape from any dreadful labyrinth. After his four years of 'Khel' in LBSCEK, he has moved into much greener pastures, to Bangalore and then to Chennai.

Will miss you and your 'Khel', buddy....!

Chaos

"Everything tells me that I am about to make a wrong decision, but making mistakes is just part of life. What does the world want of me? Does it want me to take no risks, to go back to where I came from because I didn't have the courage to say "yes" to life?"
- Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes.

 I am a kind of person who takes impulsive decisions. I don't like t think a lot before taking huge decisions. Most of the occasions they paid off. But there are times, that they didn't. After completing my graduation, most of my well wishers wanted me to go for post graduation. So I too thought that would a good idea. Before all those pg dreams started polluting my brain, I had gone for an interview at Wipro. Accidentally, I successfully cleared all the barriers and they offered me a job. Since I was sure that I would qualify the GATE examination and would get a pg seat somewhere I turned down the offer. I started waiting for the pg seat allotments. Allotments came and gone, yet i didn't get admission anywhere. Months had passed, my neighbors and all the people I started asking about my plans. This became a routine. Same question, everywhere I go. I had taken them lightly. But as the time began to run through my hands, I became desperate. Moreover I noticed people's expressions, when they inquire me about my plans. It was becoming sarcastic. I was developing a kind of fear to face people. A kind of despair was conquering me. I was losing myself. I sat inside my room, day and night, cursing my fate.

Out of the blue, I got an email asking me to join for pg at a college. Lord's Grace. I grabbed that opportunity and joined there. I don't know whether it was the right decision. The time will tell. But now I am happy that I have outlived the dark ages of my life. I guess, the essence being human is the chaos, in the risks.