Good Times..

Chengannur..My"Naadu".. I guess home for everyone is the place they grew up. I grew up in this sleepy town in the heart of the erstwhile travancore kingdom, on the banks of the Pamba. Best known for its Bhagavathi Temple, like any other indian town, its got its own charm.

Chengannur Ambalam..

My best memories about chengannur, are associated with the Pamba river. We have played around in the river, innumerable times.. The best part is when the river floods over and we have holidays as all schools are converted to relief camp's. We go out wading into the water.. trying to catch fish with thin towels, called "thorthe"..

Another place I used to love going to was Paandavan Para.. A good viewspot, where we can get to see the town on one side, and the greenery in the nearby areas on the other.. It is also a good place to spend a lazy afternoon, sleeping in the shade of the Rocks.. There are depression's in the rocks that looks like huge footprints... its said that the Paandavas rested there during their exile, and the footprints are those of Bhima.. There is also a hollow rock which we used to bang to make sound's..... and in the center of the place, there is a small lake, which is rumoured to have a hole that reaches an underground cavern that reaches till Kanya Kumari... Goats have been rumoured to be lost there.. Apart from this, there is also a very smooth place on the rock, where you could slide down, and kids used to say Bhima urinated there.. but I dont know how true that is though..!!











Pandavan Para Temple

The Boys high school brings back memories of many cricket matches.. The ground was the Shivaji Park for many budding Tendulkars in the area... The main competition though was about, who gets to break maximum number of holes in the "Ode" tiled roof of the school by hitting sixes .. This is the school, where my father and his father studied.. I never dreamed that I too would study there, but finally I did, when it got converted to an engineering college.. But they built one of the college buildings right in the middle of the ground, which broke the hearts of a lot of cricket enthusiast;s in the area..

I stay in a place called Angadical .. Near the government ITI... My school, St Gregorious too was nearby in a place called mulakkuzha.. After my school on the way to Kidangannur, there is a place called Kuruchimuttam .. Essentally its a huge paddy field, through which the road goes.. its a lovely place, especially early in the morning, when the mist covers the paddy... I and My college mates have spent many an afternoon doing "combined study" or more appropriately, talking about anything in the world from girls to global warming, except studies..

Hi Folks, ...

Kicking off my blogging experience ..

My first impression when i heard the term "online - diary" was .. "What !!! .. my diary should be in my desk and not on the net" .. but off late i am overcome by this irressistable urge to express myself ... maybe it is the industry that is making be feel that way.. I find myself identifying with Dilbert more and more as each day goes by.. I felt like doing something more than putting my brain in the fridge every morning so that I can get to work.. quite ironical as i work in the so called knowledge industry .. :-) ..


I havent written anything since i used to send "News from bangalore" to everyone in our batch .. That was when I was cooling my heels on bench in Infy .. so all the creative evergy was flowing free ...

Now five and half years later ... and my brain cells heavily strained from the idiosyncrasies of the IT Industry .. I really dont know how much sense I will be making.. But anyways let me give it a try.

Apart from this, I would like to thank so many wonderful people i have met in my life, for all the amazing, crazy moments that we shared..

Rgds
Robby