Four years in Chinai College of Nursing, Bangalore........
it was full of experiences.
Lots of friends from all over south india. But dominated by the people form the small tail like state of south india, God's own country, our Kerala. Infact Chinai was a small Kerala itself. Almost all students were from kerala. But we all became a part of the day to day life of the silicon city Bangalore.
We started listening to FM radios and found that interesting.
We stared to have Puliogere as break fast, and for most of mallu's( so called malayalies, People of Kerala) it was a hard task to adjust with taste of corriander leaves and aroma of groundnut oil.
Had lunch only with white rice and sambar, insted of rice with fish curry and nonveg dishes.....
Learned to speak in Kannada to interact with people out there and try reading each and every boards we see ranging from sign boards and boards in BMTC Buses to improve language skills.
It was not hard for us to speak in kannada.... but still we prefered malayalam and english only.....
Our Kannada teacher tried his level best to make us to speak only in kannada.... But he ended in speaking fluent malayalam insted.....!
We learned to cure and care, by making lots of mistakes, lots of case study, extra classes, seminars, assignments, and night postings.....
We made fun of our teachers and friends in classes and seminars to keep ourselves active.
Class timings were so terrible in initial days starting from 8am to 8pm, to cover to lessons of seven major subjects and three internal subjects including Law.....
Written tons of assignments and paper works that made us so fast in writing stories in exams.... but problem is that hand writing became like ECG waves..... No wonder why doctors write like straight lines.... and when we completed or course, before vaccationg our hostel, we earned good amount by selling those big packs of assignment papers as we dont have place to keep.... Even in our college, they dont have enough space to keep those papers, so they returned them.....
(Me In My College)
(My Batch Rainbow Boys on our thanks giving party)
(Refreshing after our last get together with staff and students)
(My room mates.... I miss them a lot)
( A free Hour..... No teachers.... So enjoy.....)
(Now Back to work.... Learning to care and cure....)
In between these professional days, lots of stories of friendship, love, fun and mischievs.....
Together we studied, played, danced, made fun.....
All our Juniors, teachers, staffs even security guards.... Lots of momories with each face...
Now sitting alone in home back in Kerala...... I miss them all......
Trust me..... College days are the days we will enjoy more...... once it is gone, we will not get it back... so enjoy each and every second in it......
Four years in Chinai College of Nursing, Bangalore........
it was full of experiences.
Lots of friends from all over south india. But dominated by the people form the small tail like state of south india, God's own country, our Kerala. Infact Chinai was a small Kerala itself. Almost all students were from kerala. But we all became a part of the day to day life of the silicon city Bangalore.
We started listening to FM radios and found that interesting.
We stared to have Puliogere as break fast, and for most of mallu's( so called malayalies, People of Kerala) it was a hard task to adjust with taste of corriander leaves and aroma of groundnut oil.
Had lunch only with white rice and sambar, insted of rice with fish curry and nonveg dishes.....
Learned to speak in Kannada to interact with people out there and try reading each and every boards we see ranging from sign boards and boards in BMTC Buses to improve language skills.
It was not hard for us to speak in kannada.... but still we prefered malayalam and english only.....
Our Kannada teacher tried his level best to make us to speak only in kannada.... But he ended in speaking fluent malayalam insted.....!
We learned to cure and care, by making lots of mistakes, lots of case study, extra classes, seminars, assignments, and night postings.....
We made fun of our teachers and friends in classes and seminars to keep ourselves active.
Class timings were so terrible in initial days starting from 8am to 8pm, to cover to lessons of seven major subjects and three internal subjects including Law.....
Written tons of assignments and paper works that made us so fast in writing stories in exams.... but problem is that hand writing became like ECG waves..... No wonder why doctors write like straight lines.... and when we completed or course, before vaccationg our hostel, we earned good amount by selling those big packs of assignment papers as we dont have place to keep.... Even in our college, they dont have enough space to keep those papers, so they returned them.....
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Collge days will always be missed.
Memories always causes nostalgia..
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