Thursday, February 25, 2010

My footprints in chennai

“To be nobody but you in a world that’s trying hard to make you someone else is the biggest battle ever fought.”

                 A big hi to all you guys out there for whom internet is not just a place where you get lots of information but a place where you actually live in. That’s because i am also one of you all. Well i have been thinking about writing a blog for the past 6 months but i never found a topic so interesting that i could share with everyone or that is worth “Blogging”. The other day when i was sitting with my friends in our hostel room i thought, why not write about my life in Chennai. Which other topic could be so intriguing other than writing about those moments that i never thought would ever happen to me?
                 “Chennai” – To start with ‘The place where i was born on the 30th of May,1988. The place where my mother grew up. The place where i was baptized and also the place where i was named “Cynthia” (nice name right :P) . okay i know not many people would agree to it but that is my opinion cos i am someone who loves herself the most and also loves her name to most. I am an angel to my parents and also a best fried to my brother 'Roshan'. My parents have also taught me to do whatever i wish. They have always let me be me and so whatever i am today is just cos of those two most beautiful people in my life. And yeah i can never write a blog without mentioning atleast a few words about my most precious gift, my best friend nitu. Hey nitu i miss you so much. But whenever i feel lonely i think of u and your thought makes me go on. That’s about me but that’s not the end of my blog, it’s just the beginning. I am basically a Puneite(lover of Pune) someone who is a patriot of pune, who glorifies it everyday cos that was where i lived for the most beautiful 20 years of my life. Coming to Chennai was never a dream but it was just an option that i could have denied. But i would say nothing but fate and destiny is what brought me here. Many become helpless at the hands of fate and i was one among them. I left Pune which i always called ‘ The city of my dreams’ and came to study the most important days of my life in a place that i never wanted to be in. My dad accompanied me with all my bags and left me in the hostel. Then i heard my warden saying, “Cynthia here is your roommate roopa”. And there i was introduced to the girl who was going to bear me and tolerate me for the next whole year of my stay in college. The next day just went about introducing myself to a whole new bunch of people some friendly and some whom i thought today or tomorrow you would surely be my friend.
                As days passed by i learnt a lot of things, learnt how to stay independently, fought my home sickness, cat fights, silly misunderstandings and a lot more things to name. But with every incident that happened it taught me something . It made me stronger and it helped me to increase my belief in myself. The initial few days were indeed very awful with the early torments of finding good friends. The ragging sessions in the hostel. But with every event and incident i realized that there was so much to learn in the world outside. I thought i would get accustomed to this new found independence. But i found out something that it is not the city that makes you feel u like being here it is the people around you that make u like the city. At the beginning it was just me and my one friend with whom my days passed and with whom i never realised that i was away from home. But later there were so many friends around me. I remember the early days in the hostel where a few of my friends were staying in the staff quarters as rooms were not available in the hostel. I remember spending the evenings there. It was like a house and at times i would find myself standing the the terrace and just looking around aimlessly. There would be no houses around. I would feel as though i was lost in a jungle and was finding my way back home. I remember the fresher’s day where i and nithya practised just the way before and got screwed on the stage cos we never got a chance to dance. I later got close to swetha my sweet,cute and adorable roommate and also the girl with whom i fight every other day, but do you know the best part of it is that the next minute we are back and no one would realise that we actually fought a minute ago. I remember the group studies that we would do together(partly studies and most of the other time it was chatting). I cry to her and im sure she would never sulk about it. How can i not mention my hostel friends bala, brindha, pratibha, rini, kavitha and revathi? Without them hostel would be so gloomy.
               Then came our college culturals “ Instincts”. The most awaited event of the year. The three days were so much fun. I danced like a mad for all the three evenings. How can i forget the internals that i wrote for every semester and am still writing. Tuesdays are days that i would never like to wake up to. I realised that scoring 80 marks in the university exams were much easier than scoring 20 marks in the college internals. Its been one and a half years since i am living here and now i can surely say that it is indeed the people around you that make u love the place. I almost know half of Chennai and of that i can be sure of. Though a man’s search never ends there are a few things that i love about the city and that is the flyovers
( Hats of to the govt), the MTC AC buses ( that help you beat the heat), St. Thomas mount ( the city looks wonderful from the top of the hill). Hope my list increases soon. That’s it from me on this blog.   
                
               
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11 comments:

  1. i totally agree to the internals part... but u did disappoint me in one way... wil tel u abt that n person..don boast too much abt ur name... lol!!... :P ..

    nywayz... awesome blog de :) .. waitin for ur forthcomin blogs... keep bloggin cynthu...

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  2. hai cynthu.P(P for Puna).After 6 months of my perfect training u did ur blog in perfect way..but tat sweet,adorable 'Swea"thatha"'(SWETHA) n all are too much re.i knw tat c gave u Rs.20 but how u could u do this to me?u dint put my name lik tat,i gav u Rs.25.itz not fair on ur part pa.k.continue ur blog n inspite of my busy schedule(EATING,CHATING)ill try to read ur blog

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  3. That was a superb blog cynths :) You have conveyed things really well.. Good going dear :)

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  4. @bala- y shld i bribe her for tellin de truth ... y so much "J-feeling" de... wil tel her too write abt ya n her nxt blog.. ;) ...

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  5. Hi, I made a hurried reading. Good. Interesting but I find digress.I wanted to know your memorable experiences in the city, your likes and dislikes of Chennai. What did u gain or lost? I think these will follow. Keep it up.
    Loving dad.

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  6. Hey it was nice blog, reminds me of a poem "Nightfall In The City Of Hyderabad" that i read in my school day ... Anyway u seems to have missed quite a lot of things like running away from dog and many more ... Will be waiting for the next blog.

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  7. Superb blog..man..only u r d person who can write it so well.
    Good to read u enjoying in chennai.
    keep rocking.
    an continue writing.
    :)
    KAPIL.

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  8. HONESTLY I WAS NEVER INTRESTED IN THIS BLOG STUFF. BUT AFTER READING YOUR EVEN I FEEL TO SHARE SMTHING.UR OUTSTANDING EVERYWHERE IN EVERY FIELD,EVERY WORK U DO.ONE OF THE HOLY CROSS BRIGHTEST STAR IS STILL SHINNING

    ALFRED...

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  9. Thanks alfred that is really sweet of u.... it means a lot to me... ur comment... and yeah i never wanna delete holy cross from my life... so this is just a glimpse of it

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  10. Hey Chindi.. juz read ur few posts, yet to read more, they r interesting, I actually get carried way while reading and forget to do my other important stuffs... I like them.. Nice one.. Keep blogging..

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    1. LOL... glad to know that the posts are interesting..
      Do continue reading them...

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