Small Town Boy

Back home since the 18th, it's a pleasure to be able to put my feet up on the same familiar stool as I blog about the significant(to me) additions to my ever-unfolding journey through life! I've discovered a fair few things about myself in my near 3-month stay at a hostel in an unknown city! Perhaps the best change that this experience has induced in me is an ability to adjust and relate to others in whatever circumstance. When placed in a group, I usually tend to connect only with those who share common interests or think along the same lines. My interactions with the hostel lot, though have become jovial and friendly irrespective of the obvious differences I have with some of them! Though the initial few days may have been awkward, it now seems as if I'd been living with my roommates for years. The initial insecurity has disappeared, replaced by a self-assuredness and confidence that would serve me well in years to come!


I've also learnt of one key element of my character : that, in my heart of hearts, I am a small town boy! Yes, it mite be too early to say, but undoubtedly, the madness of an always-on-the-move metro such as Ernakulam doesn't appeal to me. I prefer the small-town atmosphere of Thiruvananthapuram, where crossing the roads isn't a life-or-death decision, where buses aren't as crowded, where life isn't as hectic! The lifestyle, shopping and the general avenues of entertainment may be far better in Ernakulam, but the peaceful ambience of the capital earns more points with me on any day!

The going has been slow in terms of festivities : inspite of it being Christmas season, I for some reason, don't seem to be filled with the spirit at the moment. Having had to spend my first few days attempting to sort out the problems of my PC at home, undoubtedly, contributed to this lack of festive cheer! It seems my PC is a safe haven for the world's choiciest spywares, trojans and worms, all undetectable by AVG, apart from the fact that every version of Windows ends up becoming corrupt a few months after installation. I often wonder if these are merely complaints of the general public, or misfortunes that follow me around like a personal storm cloud, precipitating misery at will! Guess it's time to dig up those old carol cassettes to sprinkle a dash of Christmas joy!

The re-union on the 27th, it appears, has been cancelled due to a lack of participation, bringing my great anticipation crashing to its knees. It seems ever grand plan that every comes upon us is doomed for disaster, as if to think big is a crime! I sense the mood of gloom and quiet desperation is evident in my style of writing! Tomorrow, thankfully, promises a cricket match at the old SAP stadium, which should lift my spirits considerably! Meeting old friends once again on a cricket field ought to dig up happier memories from the past.