A day @ Police station

        Last week i had an opportunity to visit the police station with my friend. I went to accompany him.
We were waiting outside the building. I was getting bored, cos nothing was happening in police station. it was just like a crowded government office.

Suddenly a police jeep came inside the compound. Shoutings by a man was heard from the jeep. All eyes aimed that jeep. It was a drunken man. He was caught by police and was brought to station. He got many punches on his face from the constable. He started removing his clothes and threw it outside the jeep. It was a trick and he said to police that he can't exit without dress. Policemen took the dress and gave it to him and he continued throwing it out. Finally he dressed up and exit the vehicle. Police constables told him to enter the station which was strongly refused by him... Constables pushed him, pulled him, nothing worked. He was shouting " *Enikku police stationil kerenda oru aavashyavum illa.". After sometime Sub Inspector came from his room and stood at the corridor, stared at him and screwing his mustache, he said " KEREDA**". His sound was really superb bold and strong. The drunken man entered the building, and wished the sub inspector and got inside silently.


 Even if all the people standing outside were tensed about their problems, they didn't hide their laughter at that moment. I could really remember that scene which was a really superb one, which shows the power of a policeman.

*- I don't want to enter a police station
** - Get in


Thank God
RAM

Nostalgia

I joined B.Tech in the year 2005 June and since then i haven't cleaned my room, but last week i did it.
4 years of my college life passed through my mind through out at the time of cleaning.

 I started with my class notes. 1st year books were right there. All completed notes, completed assignments and all. After that i could see the blank pages and scribbled pages in other semester notes. I saw an assignment marked "Late Submission". A lot of spiral bindings and stick files was there to sort. There were duplicates notes, i mean the borrowed notes from my friends to study for supplementary exams. Rough records, Fair records, Mini Project, Major project reports, seminar reports, photostat copies of reports, notes etc was in a bulk which took me some time to sort.

There were lyrics of songs which i hear through radio stations. Romantic songs, melodies, and also sad songs during the final year time. Many creative drawings and writings which was made just a day before yesterday since the creative works awake only at that time.

And finally i could find my 3 bags out there with special colors which i used each year.  That day i was caught by these nostalgic feeling and i spend that day hearing those favorite songs.


Thank God...

RAM