Of studies among other things

Laziness…what a blissful state of being, have been lazy as far back as i can remember and its such a nice thing to be !!! There was indeed a special thrill to being lazy right the day before the exams when in college. The slope of the curve that may symbolise the zest for studies is always one that seems like falling off a cliff. In the tenth std it was at its highest and as i reached 12th the graph started sliding down slowly and during the four years of graduate studies the curve might have went down faster than a roller coaster on a plunge….

Thinking back on the so called “studies” during college brings some endearing pictures to mind. Every engineering student at one point of time or the other goes through an exercise named combined studies ( though its anything but studies !!). A picture that still remains is one where us guys had an overnight stay (one among the many) at Sree’s place, after the customary round of studies we climbed atop the terrace and jus lay there looking at the sky. Am not poetic, not in the sense of the word but it was indeed a beautiful sight to be beneath the starlit sky with the people with whom u spend five days a week. We talked, the time was when we were approaching the final years of studies and most of the talk centred around the jobs that most of us would go to, if (or how) everyone would stay in touch and so on and so forth….the picture is still etched vividly on my memory.

A lot of water has flown under the bridge since then and the inevitable grasp of change has grabbed us all, but in the rare chances that we get to meet up this picture surfaces once a while. All that i see on the faces of my mates is something i could not fathom ( was it nostalgia ??? or was it a sense of warmth ??)



Michael Crichton has passed on…through the curtain of time into an allegedly timeless horizon. The writer holds a very special place in my literary pantheon, for he introduced me to the dazzling world of English fiction. Back to the time in school when the only English movie known to us malayali kids was Jurassic Park, we ( about 6 of us of varied ages ) all thronged before a VCR ( a rage then !!) and watched a pirated copy of JP. Even though i could not make much sense of it i was baffled by the dinosaurs. It was then that some wise guy in school made the discovery that this wasin fact from a novel. I managed to procure a copy somehow and wonder of wonders…could not even understand a single thing !!!! But after skipping through a few hundred pages it raced along so fast that i finished it very quickly. That was my first experience with a “grown-up” novel….

I re-read it so many times that i lost count of it and another fact to come out of the reading was that i learned quite a lot of swear words ( well there are first experiences for everything i guess !!!). Things moved on and so did time and among a lot of pages and authors Crichton was somehow lost to me after The Lost World and Congo. It wasrecently that i found the novel Timeline in a dust laden corner of the library and somehow i could remember the thrills and chills of JP ( sounds cheesy !!), somehow the sense of thrills failed to be stirred and i could somehow finish the book. One fine day on November 4, somebody pinged me on chat to tell me he had passed on and all those images came tumbling back to me.

To the author who introduced me to this wonderful world of fiction, peace be with you always !!!!