CET LIFE

            INTIMADATION BY WRONG PERSONS

            It was my first day in the college. We were here to take admission in civil branch at college of engineering Trivandrum. We were passed through various checking and certificate validation. That was the time I met my first fear ‘VIVEK’.I have always been a shy guy. Getting frequently nervous is wired in my nature. Let be in presence of a girl or a stranger, I crawl in my shell ridiculously. Recollecting back I have always been afraid of things which after some times appears ridiculous. When I was child I feared dark and horror serials. When a teenager, new fears had taken over; snakes, dogs and girls. Now in twenties I fear future, jobs, higher education and still girls. But among my laughable fear were my own classmates.

            Under the glaring tube light, I saw him. At first his look wasn’t daunting. Under some circumstances, I spoke with him. I was ridiculously threatened by his blasé uttering of English. Then I saw his red line on his face. It was a knife or a hammer or or…… I was convinced that he was a bully and I would be soon thrashed by him in coming years. A fear of him was imprinted in me.

            Later my familiarity with his nonchalant tongue made me comfortable with him. In fact he was everything but for the things that I had imagined about him. a buji, a leader etc ,etc.

            My second fear factor was VINEETH V T. unlike VIVEK, this guy was menacing. I saw him first at the in class room. Broad shoulders, hair sticking out of his chest, bear haired hands all characteristics of a tormentor. His sharp eyes were for the kill. His fist was so big that he could easily crush my neck. His side burns were thick and black like old Hindi film villains. I gulped hard.

(Being studied for many years in north India, I was the punching bag of those idiots. So before I start a fight usually look out probability of winning. And I still maintain 100% losing record. A wide wrist, big feet, tall height, double shoulders were my indication to start running.)

            However this notion was short lived. I heard him saying his roll number. His voice was way soft for his ruthless body. Even My fear was ashamed to concede its mistake. In years to come, he is a one of the standing examples of my total lack ability to judge people based on physique.

            Third frightful personality was JISS GEORGE. He was complete killer in all respect. Terrorizing exterior, petrifying voice and startling hair spiked in front like India gate. He made my knees to batter. I remember an instant when I had to hold my breath when he passed by. A vicious and wile person that’s what I thought about him.

            Every thing changed when I heard conversing with others. His tongue evoked smile in my face. His peculiar speech pattern was hilarious to me. He was innocuous .A veil of a mistake preconception was making way for clarity of sustained understanding.

            I have in my long vacation after b.tech degree read books of Sigmund Freud. I decided to write this piece to celebrate the unpredictability of humans. Even people whom we are familiar for whole life sometimes stir up the feeling of unknown.