the newly renovated canteen - 'Nila' at MCC
Canteen is not just a place, where you go to eat. It’s not only the food that attract us there. It is an open arena for debate, argumentative sessions on different issues passing of love letters, cracking gossips, current film news, other informative packages, kidding, making new friends, teasing others, calling funny nick names at each others, having lots of fun along with the company of cutlets, banana fritters (pazhampori), vada etc as gap fillers.
It is the only place in the campus where we are totally free, relaxed, where most of the rules are relaxed. The ambience is such that we forget all burdens of our busy living. Forgetting ourself we unite irrespective of caste, gender, race……..we share our deepest secrets, future plans, lovely dreams etc. Along with small talks, many will indulge and sample small tit bits, something your mamma would never approve of claiming that they contain cholesterol and what not. However they are the things you really love to
have in the canteen.
It is the force of double ‘F’ that drives you to come to a canteen, ’Food & Friends. Canteen is the union zone for both. When we walk into the canteen there is someone else other than the two “F’s” waiting for us . A pleasant middle aged canteen manager. He welcomes us, serves us with anything & everything with a cute smile on his face.
Sipping a glass of juice, we again converse in the air already thick with loud conversation, obviously the language that is most colloquial . At the same time we converse, we also listen to the jokes bursting in & around. This is why we say a canteen is a multitask environment. In this pleasant environment new actors, actresses, journalists, fashion designers etc are born. Thereby canteen also provides a screening stage for the new generation . More than simple hangouts, the Canteen adds different flavors to our life. It really makes & shape our life.
The crowd in the canteen disperses every evening and next morning, it is the hubub of activity again with an unwritten signboard - business as usual.
By Jency Johnson, Athira B
I feel like throwing up
From my very heart…
I am crying now..
I will cry until, I know one thing..
Why am I crying..!
I know one thing..
I don’t know anything..!
This moment, I don’t know
What I will express…
But one thing,
I will be smiling with tears..
But the tears, they are
Very arrogant, because
“The smile is a big veil”
Smile, smiling with sweet hurt..
But, it is the true smile..!
Tears know me..
Better than any other…
My trip to Mookambika
After a long time, me and my family got a chance to visit a temple. Due to my father’s busy schedule we were not able to visit any place for months. So when the chance arrived we packed our bags and headed to Kollur Mookambika temple in Udupi district of Karnataka. As it was an unexpected visit we grabbed whatever was necessary and caught the Chennai- Mangalore Mail from Feroke station at 7.30 am. The journey was a tiring one as all of us had woken up early in the morning and I even remember my brother fussing about it. We took a bus from Mangalore and got down at Kollur. By the time we reached Mookambika we were all dog tired and were in a hurry to rest. It took ten hours in Toto. As the accommodations available were not satisfactory we made ourselves comfortable with the A/c room we got as it was just a one night stay. There was a slight drizzle when we reached Mookambika. Then we got fresh and had some snacks. When we reached the temple, it was not as I had expected , there were not many devotees.
Mookambika temple is an ancient temple located at Kollur in Karnataka. It is the only temple that is dedicated to goddess Parvathi and believed to be created by Parashurama.It is said that goddess Parvathi killed the Kamasuran who lived here and attempted to become powerful through his penance. Devi along with the help of Veerabadhra,Ganapathi and Shiva made him dumb and he came to be called Mookasuran.Later the Devi killed him with her chakra on the midnight of Shula Astami.From then on Devi was known as Kollur Devi Mookambika.Then her divine energy became one with the lingam worshiped by Kola maharishi.In the Sri Mookambika temple the lingam is the main deity as is known as Jyotirlingam.Devi Mookambika has three eyes and four arms with the divine disc and conch in her hands. One of the highlights was the Soolam Mangalarthi performed at 7:30pm every day. History says that this pooja is dedicated to Tipu Sultan. He had come to Kollur to destroy the temple with his army. But when he saw the pooja and the deity, he was mesmerized by it and returned without harming the temple.
We had our food from a decent hotel and the chutney we get here is different from the one we get in Kerala. The atmosphere here was calm and we had a decent night’s sleep. All of us woke up early next morning and decided to visit the temple once more. My father had a friend in the temple who helped us to have the darshan without standing in the queue. He also made the poojas and collected the prasadam for us. My father thanked him for his hospitality and we got ready to leave Kollur by 7:30 am. We reached Mangalore Central at 1pm. We caught the very next train at 1:30 and reached the station by 6pm where my uncle was ready to pick us. The return journey took 11hours.We reached home safe and sound.
This was my second trip to Mookambika and it had indeed exceeded my expectations, not only for the beauty of the place and its spiritual energy, but also the attention given to the temple by the people.
Even though it was a short trip we really enjoyed it. - Siddharth Suresh
In my childhood I was greatly interested in drawing. The cartoons and beautiful pictures in story books attracted me. I wasted too many papers by sketching these pictures. I drew so many pictures which others could not even guess what they were. My mother has a collection of pictures that I drew in my childhood. I recall my memories about my drawing ‘experiments’ that I did at that time.
The main reason for my craze for drawing was one of my friends who drew very well. She sketched beautiful pictures within minutes which surprised me. She won many prizes in competitions. It created a little bit of jealousy in me towards her. I returned everyday with a strong decision that I would draw a picture just like she did. Sometimes my attempts were on walls of the house or on the back of my mother’s office files. This always made my mother angry. I knew that I couldn’t draw pictures like she did, though I sincerely wished I could.
Once I participated in a drawing competition with the desire to win the prize. The topic given was ‘a child returning home on a rainy evening’. I started to draw the picture of a boy. When I finished my work, I couldn’t say whether it was a boy or another creature. But I drew one thing very well – the raindrops. I realized the truth with pain that I was not skilled in drawing.
I left my craving for drawing pictures and became satisfied with drawing the picture of house using scale and pencil. My attempts at drawing are some of the sweetest memories of my childhood. The pictures that I drew brings a smile on my face when I think about it. I thank my mother for storing these childhood creativity safe and secure. - Athulya P K
ECSTASY OF LIFE ECLIPSE
Me in the world of fantasy, felt like heaven
I laugh like mad, cry like babe
Utter silence prevails everywhere.
My dreams all shattered by
the glimpse of the morning sunshine.
I feel the quiescence of the day
Voice the words, useless turned now
When the face shows.
The paths trod by, brings back those memories
Ecstasy of life eclipse, anguish lurks.
Melancholy strain do resonate,
imparts the serene feelings
Which fall like raindrops,
runs down the cheeks.
The pain subdue inside me,
thrusting me from depth.
Solitude is what I need?
Tell me, Oh world!
- VISHNU PRIYA N
COME WALK WITH US IN THE WAYS OF LOVE…
Paraplegia patients (spinal code injured), cancer victims wriggling with pain, mentally retarded persons, people suffering from old age problems…
Most of these pitiable lives are confined to the four walls of the rooms, though we are not aware of their existence. Once they might also have enjoyed the comforts of life just like we do. But now nobody is there to take care of them, to console them.
Koyilandy Palliative Care society is a consolation covering more than 2000 patients of Koyilandy Municipality and five surrounding Panchayaths .The society advocates NEST (Need, Effort, Salvation, and Tame) project with a slogan : “Come walk with us in the ways of love..”
The initiative emphasizes compassion and support to the terminally ill as well as developing sustainable and visible projects of rehabilitation. For all these, donation from the generous hands is the lone source. The proposed building of the society is under construction at the heart of the koyilandy town. The Center is not just a hospital. Once it is completed, it will provide Day Care, OP Unit, I.P. Unit, counseling centre Training Centre for nurses and volunteers, Rehabilitation Units, etc..
SUMAYYABEEVI T. P.