What it means to be ORUKUNDI
I have never written and felt this before so this might be by far the most unprepared essay that I am drafting but it is better this way
I have never felt this before, not been experiencing this till recently. I have not had the need to express this emotion. But it is high time; yes I am feeling nostalgic with a big N. It is sometimes so amazing that few people whom you might not have anything in common with not ideas not thoughts or aspirations, befriend us and life changes, for the good, the bad or worse. We experience things that would have been absent otherwise, we search for joys and pleasures whose existence we are oblivious of and we also face problems that we would have otherwise dreaded. It might be chance fate or providence call it what you might, we gathered around and got together. I am sure each one of us has had something to take from the relationships and each of us will leave behind a part of us in the minds thoughts and memories of every other person and in Toto we have in some little way touched the lives of people we call Friends.
I am probably a social person or maybe act like one or nonetheless proclaim to be one. I have never had the need for company because firstly, never had any good company, and secondly, I can boast to be emotionally independent in some weird way. But it is not till this date that I realize what I will be missing. But to hell with the ego of being a tuff guy and to hell with the philosophies I proclaim to follow, well I guess not many generations of homo sapiens will hear me saying “I Will Miss them”
I never knew what it meant to be in a group or to hang out together. I probably was always an out caste (not that I complain!) but it has suddenly changed so much now, I find myself referring to a group, a team or to a couple or more friends. To any outsider, it would seem very queer that I hang out with a few people who in no way whatsoever respect me or at least seem to disrespect my ideas, who are just waiting to pounce on me and pull my leg a long way and who are always on the mission to make me realize my social niche of being a piece of shit. And the outsider will be even more puzzled if I tell him that I will miss that social niche very badly(I mean come on, you do miss shit if you don’t see yours in a couple of days so at least that way I am an integral part of the group).
I will miss a lot of things from the first book that guys hid and the very first prank that I was made a bakra ( for references please contact Suresh for the book and shivaraj can explain the duraivelu Act) I will miss all the taunts that I had to face for having the biggest butt around. I will miss the way I was ruthlessly ragged by junta in the bus.
I will really miss the stuff that we used to talk about, the politics (which apparently I was supposed to be thalai) the racing info where shashank invariably got snubbed by vivek, the weird gesticulations by which my balls and dick were enthusiastically represented. It was kind of learning experience to be the butt of ridicule and believe me, I do enjoy it at least and only in after thought
Any prose on nostalgia will be incomplete without the mention of a great event that chanced my life; my first dumb c team .A true die hard never say die team that was the best team in the whole bus and the second best among the teams that didn’t make it in any competition. No other team in the history of dumb c would have the usp that we had. One person whose mere and only presence was the highlight of the team was Shiv the only decoy in the annals of dumb c history. We never won anywhere outside college and the one time we did win, we had no shiv in the team. Hence, the less said the better so I rest the issue and yea, shiv you are still in the team
Another unfortunate child of god who gains a mention in this seemingly long prose (please bear with me, I promise no more coming your way) is whom we always unhesitatingly call a play along. But this weirdo is really something to reckon with . Which soul would spend free days at a VSO? Sandeep, sorry buddy you will not appreciate the stuff that I am going to say to you. I guess in some complex way we shared a lot of thoughts and life fundaes .Remember you were the first guy to predict that my chat friend would propose to me ,so I guess I will not have the luck of availing your services in further amorous endeavors of my life thanks for being the “personal column” of my life .
Suresh, I guess again the lesser said the better, I mean here is one guy who has become so predictable to me that I really take him for granted a lot of times and he returns the favors too by caring the least for me. Dude you still have my game cd that you said was with prakash and please take good care of my heart and soul, the carom board believe me we make a smash dumb c team
Shivaraj, if ever I need a dose of melodrama and maudlin dialogues served with a hint of sarcasm and dollops of opportunism, I know whom to call, well I guess you were one chap that truly inspired me to read the books I am reading, surprised? well its like this, you always thought I knew more than you as regards prose and I didn’t want to disappoint you and remember shivy you speak when the left ear is pulled till then -Mute
Shashank, I will, at all points of time never forget the kind of change in opinion that you had of me from school to college and you will be my only reference that I will quote to prove that I was a geeky snob in school. And I probably will not chance upon another person who claims to have had a sexually abused childhood and was never hesitant to act agony uncle to a girl whom you were behind for lust and thought love. I assure you I will not ask you a single query if I am in love at any point of time and for my wedding reception if you get an invitation due to postal error then remember I don’t know you, we met in a bus yesterday and the food is served in the dining hall
There is one person in this group who is a specimen (no not shashank again) it is really tough to find a person who has a sexual divide in body and mind. Pavithra, I have not seen another sport of a girl and I wish I see lesser of your tribe because sometimes I really forget the sex bias when in our company. I don’t know and can’t fathom how we got so close (no physical innuendoes) in so short a time but truly the credit if any has to go to you, I mean who can be dumber to actually befriend me when you had more choice. But thanks a lot for carrying on at a time I finally began believing that I was a repellant to many girls. And it will always be fun when you try getting back and then get into more quagmires than before. Believe me you are the only girlfriend that I talked for four long hours at the most unearthly of times. I guess it is really unfortunate that you are a girl. Imagine a husband who will come to know that his wife has been generous with the “alpha codes” and liberal with the language!! Better get married to someone who can understand and know me because I don’t think a marriage will stop me or you from talking dirty or bad. After all we were the hot couple in college at some point of time!! Though I am very faint hearted to proclaim love to you, let me just say you were more than a friend, you were a partner in any fight that I ever had, since you fought the most! and were the cause of my very rare mood swings from extreme dislike to inveterate hatred. If you are really feeling down that I ridiculed you, here is the clue read between the lines, every time I pulled your leg it was invariably to hide some other positive notion about you that I might have wanted to express forgive the taunts but you can safely presume they will carry on unto death do us apart I guess though you really claim not to miss me hope you do, at least if you want to have good bowel movement!! pottu, dude the one reason that I can’t write more than this on you is because you are a golti and so you are more worthy to be included among the measly Tamils here
I guess that sums it all, and before you get into dangerous moods of violence, one request- even if you guys don’t care a hoot or two about me and that is how it will be, remember me, though I might not call up either because I will have better friends or because I am busy or probably I must have killed myself long time ago and when you do care to mention me to posterity then remember I was the guy who sang Allah ke Bandey and I am called ORUKUNDI
Thank you
Oruganty
I have never felt this before, not been experiencing this till recently. I have not had the need to express this emotion. But it is high time; yes I am feeling nostalgic with a big N. It is sometimes so amazing that few people whom you might not have anything in common with not ideas not thoughts or aspirations, befriend us and life changes, for the good, the bad or worse. We experience things that would have been absent otherwise, we search for joys and pleasures whose existence we are oblivious of and we also face problems that we would have otherwise dreaded. It might be chance fate or providence call it what you might, we gathered around and got together. I am sure each one of us has had something to take from the relationships and each of us will leave behind a part of us in the minds thoughts and memories of every other person and in Toto we have in some little way touched the lives of people we call Friends.
I am probably a social person or maybe act like one or nonetheless proclaim to be one. I have never had the need for company because firstly, never had any good company, and secondly, I can boast to be emotionally independent in some weird way. But it is not till this date that I realize what I will be missing. But to hell with the ego of being a tuff guy and to hell with the philosophies I proclaim to follow, well I guess not many generations of homo sapiens will hear me saying “I Will Miss them”
I never knew what it meant to be in a group or to hang out together. I probably was always an out caste (not that I complain!) but it has suddenly changed so much now, I find myself referring to a group, a team or to a couple or more friends. To any outsider, it would seem very queer that I hang out with a few people who in no way whatsoever respect me or at least seem to disrespect my ideas, who are just waiting to pounce on me and pull my leg a long way and who are always on the mission to make me realize my social niche of being a piece of shit. And the outsider will be even more puzzled if I tell him that I will miss that social niche very badly(I mean come on, you do miss shit if you don’t see yours in a couple of days so at least that way I am an integral part of the group).
I will miss a lot of things from the first book that guys hid and the very first prank that I was made a bakra ( for references please contact Suresh for the book and shivaraj can explain the duraivelu Act) I will miss all the taunts that I had to face for having the biggest butt around. I will miss the way I was ruthlessly ragged by junta in the bus.
I will really miss the stuff that we used to talk about, the politics (which apparently I was supposed to be thalai) the racing info where shashank invariably got snubbed by vivek, the weird gesticulations by which my balls and dick were enthusiastically represented. It was kind of learning experience to be the butt of ridicule and believe me, I do enjoy it at least and only in after thought
Any prose on nostalgia will be incomplete without the mention of a great event that chanced my life; my first dumb c team .A true die hard never say die team that was the best team in the whole bus and the second best among the teams that didn’t make it in any competition. No other team in the history of dumb c would have the usp that we had. One person whose mere and only presence was the highlight of the team was Shiv the only decoy in the annals of dumb c history. We never won anywhere outside college and the one time we did win, we had no shiv in the team. Hence, the less said the better so I rest the issue and yea, shiv you are still in the team
Another unfortunate child of god who gains a mention in this seemingly long prose (please bear with me, I promise no more coming your way) is whom we always unhesitatingly call a play along. But this weirdo is really something to reckon with . Which soul would spend free days at a VSO? Sandeep, sorry buddy you will not appreciate the stuff that I am going to say to you. I guess in some complex way we shared a lot of thoughts and life fundaes .Remember you were the first guy to predict that my chat friend would propose to me ,so I guess I will not have the luck of availing your services in further amorous endeavors of my life thanks for being the “personal column” of my life .
Suresh, I guess again the lesser said the better, I mean here is one guy who has become so predictable to me that I really take him for granted a lot of times and he returns the favors too by caring the least for me. Dude you still have my game cd that you said was with prakash and please take good care of my heart and soul, the carom board believe me we make a smash dumb c team
Shivaraj, if ever I need a dose of melodrama and maudlin dialogues served with a hint of sarcasm and dollops of opportunism, I know whom to call, well I guess you were one chap that truly inspired me to read the books I am reading, surprised? well its like this, you always thought I knew more than you as regards prose and I didn’t want to disappoint you and remember shivy you speak when the left ear is pulled till then -Mute
Shashank, I will, at all points of time never forget the kind of change in opinion that you had of me from school to college and you will be my only reference that I will quote to prove that I was a geeky snob in school. And I probably will not chance upon another person who claims to have had a sexually abused childhood and was never hesitant to act agony uncle to a girl whom you were behind for lust and thought love. I assure you I will not ask you a single query if I am in love at any point of time and for my wedding reception if you get an invitation due to postal error then remember I don’t know you, we met in a bus yesterday and the food is served in the dining hall
There is one person in this group who is a specimen (no not shashank again) it is really tough to find a person who has a sexual divide in body and mind. Pavithra, I have not seen another sport of a girl and I wish I see lesser of your tribe because sometimes I really forget the sex bias when in our company. I don’t know and can’t fathom how we got so close (no physical innuendoes) in so short a time but truly the credit if any has to go to you, I mean who can be dumber to actually befriend me when you had more choice. But thanks a lot for carrying on at a time I finally began believing that I was a repellant to many girls. And it will always be fun when you try getting back and then get into more quagmires than before. Believe me you are the only girlfriend that I talked for four long hours at the most unearthly of times. I guess it is really unfortunate that you are a girl. Imagine a husband who will come to know that his wife has been generous with the “alpha codes” and liberal with the language!! Better get married to someone who can understand and know me because I don’t think a marriage will stop me or you from talking dirty or bad. After all we were the hot couple in college at some point of time!! Though I am very faint hearted to proclaim love to you, let me just say you were more than a friend, you were a partner in any fight that I ever had, since you fought the most! and were the cause of my very rare mood swings from extreme dislike to inveterate hatred. If you are really feeling down that I ridiculed you, here is the clue read between the lines, every time I pulled your leg it was invariably to hide some other positive notion about you that I might have wanted to express forgive the taunts but you can safely presume they will carry on unto death do us apart I guess though you really claim not to miss me hope you do, at least if you want to have good bowel movement!! pottu, dude the one reason that I can’t write more than this on you is because you are a golti and so you are more worthy to be included among the measly Tamils here
I guess that sums it all, and before you get into dangerous moods of violence, one request- even if you guys don’t care a hoot or two about me and that is how it will be, remember me, though I might not call up either because I will have better friends or because I am busy or probably I must have killed myself long time ago and when you do care to mention me to posterity then remember I was the guy who sang Allah ke Bandey and I am called ORUKUNDI
Thank you
Oruganty
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