What is the reason for my survival? To create debts and pay them off at such a moment when they are never expected to be fullfilled. Well, this happens to be the purpose for one of my pals. Recently when I watched him give a surprize phone call to one of his class mates after 7 years. His mischiefs had been making me wonder for years and it has now been 3 years since I know him. But today, we are not going to speak about his life but instead of a walk from Ramanujam Nagar bus stop to Hopes college.
Well, to start with - there are basically no main junctions other than a Cine Theatre in between and when you walk through the one kilometer at 9:00 in the night, what you see is what makes you live the night. Today was a unique day as I had the guts to see the butcher woman dressed in blue with all those flowers in her head , beat the shit outta a poor chicken . There were many hens that where waiting for the turn. My software brain started making interpretations of the randomness that was applied to processing of the fat ones. An important thing that I found out was, all the processes were consuming grains like as if they had never eaten them, even though at some moments they took a wait. Now about the processing, the processor had a random but mostly a priority based scheduler. The processes that were about to get killed performed the best. There was some sort of a connection between the butcher lady and those chickens. The chickens shouted "KWAK" "KWAK" when one of them were killed . Suddenly , I felt the necessity to continue my walk .
The next important place to watch out for is the petrol bunk .There are 4 guys dressed in black who always keep laughing at each other. The quest of what they speak about makes my brain restless. Then comes the Amma bakery and the medical shop. The medical shop guys are Hindi people and happen to throw a nice laugh when they see me. I usually buy my mouthwash from there and sometimes, the old man in the shop becomes my doctor as well. Proceeding with my walk, I happen to cross the Roja Mess. This happens to be a nice place to eat except at evenings and nights.
All those shops and stores give light to the road during the night times . The next important juncture is the wine shop. The most disciplined place in the entire space , I tell this out of sheer spectation for the past 8 months. The place has lots of respectable gentlemen who stand in a queue and all that they owe each other is a period of time for which they have to wait patiently to get the life making fuels that are used to do self rituals. Students with bag, workers, software engineers, senior citizens, bikers , dancers, people form all phases of the society happen to assemble here and there has not been a single moment during my entire stay here that this place seen empty.
Proceeding futher, the main junction of Manish Theatre . This happened to be an adult movie theatre till 2007 and since my batch, the movies here have been the new ones. I happen to see many movies like Dasavatharam . Siruthai, Yaaradi Nee Mohini etch here and this theatre is bears the record of the lowest price I paid for a ticket (Rs 10).Then comes Hari Sree bakes where I regularly eat Sambar Vada, Curd Vada and Cutlets. The photo of Guruvayoorappan and Guruvayoor Keshavan still persists in my mind. I still do not know what sort of a connection does the elephant have with these people. Here , the junction stops. The ones that follow is a long road to the hopes bridge . Rajappas , Kovai Grills, Annalakshmi Unnavakam. Well, these are the ones that go unnoticed. The most astonishing thing about the walk through the road is when we witness love, fights and laughs through out. The accidents are regular near the bar and fights are part and parcel at the Manish bus stop.
During the walks , I have witnessed many moments and this road is the one that starts my day to college and each day I walk, I see faces that are born everyday. Every face that I see is a new one and the set with which they pace their life makes me accelerate mine too. Ages to go and the same road to journey. I stop here with hopes of turning to CIT.
