Walking to my bus stop and watching St Josephs buses whiz by,I wonder what kind of person I would have been had I continued studying there.I sometimes hide my face or turn my head away.Is it Guilt or Fear?
I always sit in my seat near the window.Four seats to the back on the left.The seat that I fondly remember fighting for.
A conversation with a junior girl.

Parvathi--That's my seat.Get up.
Two bit Junior--No I wont.
P--Get up.
TBJ--*lips trembling* Why should I get up
P--Cos its MY seat.I've been sitting here for ages.Get up!
TBJ--*Her pitch rising along with her temper* No no.I wont get up.
P--*turns to friend and says* What the f*** is wrong with this female.Is she retarded or what?
TBJ-*standing up*--With your marks you don't deserve to sit here!
P--*taken VERY aback* Fine.Since you stand first in class,go sit in the first row of the bus.Why do you want to sit in my place?
TBJ and Sidekick move to their usual seat and exactly three minutes later, TBJ bursts into tears.Sidekick whispers to her that I should be reported for ragging.I snicker loudly,open my window and lean back thinking that if she ever reported me,she would be ragged by all my class guys and I'd go complain about her abusing me before she did.

The next day my sister walks up to me and says "What the hell did you go tell that girl?She's crying in the bathroom."

Now that was a little too much.I wasn't going to apologize and it wasn't like I even tortured or threatened her in anyway.Nor did I ever abuse her.She seems a lot tougher now and I think she owes me a Thank you.

And another conversation with a teacher.
P--Sir.That's my place.
Teacher--But I'm sitting here.
P--Sir, if you sit here the girls dont get place later.
T--Today we will try this seating arrangement.
P--SIR!This is my place and I've been sitting here for ages and fought with everyone for this place and I want it back!
T--No.You sit there.
P--I am an asthma patient Sir.I NEED to sit near the window and get fresh air.

And this went on for ten minutes until the matter went to the bus driver and he settled it.I got my place back.And I've never had asthma.But it comes as a handy excuse for a lot of things including sleeping in class.

As we Thiruvanmyur,there are the same bunch of girls standing around giggling and waiting for their college bus.
On our way to Velachery,near the lake,men stay hidden behind the mounds of sand or shrubs,only their faces shown.Excreting I assume.
But my favourite would be at Tambaram.There is a meat shop where a body builder stands outside.He has long hair and always wears a tight red t shirt.No.I do NOT like him.But the funniest part about him is this Jewish cap that he wears.He stands around flexing his bulging muscles and looks more like the meat than the meat itself.
And theres the bus stop on the way to Tambaram..where an old man stands.Shouting at the top of his voice to no one in particular.People would stand and stare.I think they've accepted him now and wisely ignore him.

I have to get back to studying.Theres no point to this post.