journey to the conference

Tomorrow is reopening -the reopening not only to the college but also to my preparation for conference. Everything is in a confused state. Thanks a lot to my beloved alumni ,today i received a few collages. I am going to send them tomorrow to unnithan I would be peaceful only after sending the brochure.Further I have to get confirmed the journey of Dr. Florian. Above all I must get my mobile.I wish everything would go on well till August.I feel this is an important journey in my academic life. God should help me

Memories 2

My journey to Madurai made me feel well, but back to pavilion I am blank.Let me recapitulate my journey from Watrap.Yes. I was innocent enjoying silly things and also suffering over unwanted customs of the village. Today I think back and see the early widowhood of my mother has gone into my mind. She, at the age of 27 ,can not come out of the house; can not wear a good saree, surrounded by elders, she had to follow certain instructions. Being the only child, I used to wait for whenever she had to go to the court in Srivilliputtur. If she had to gout in daylight, she had to choose the courtyard.The family feud kept a few whom I loved apart.This had been working with me and I decided to go for further studies when they were planning to tie a knot for me. Even here I watched that my mother was kept out of the scene. suddenly I decided to go for further studies. Nobody to support my views except one school master who guided me to get application form . I came to know of the Lady Doak college and I got the application by post. Amidst protests, I applied for Pre University and I got the seat.Umph! what a difference from the present situation. My brother's grand-daughter who had scored higher marks than me had to wait in suspense to get a seat in B.Com and that too finally in the evening collegeHad this situation prevailed , I would not have come out of the village. What would have happened to me? I wonder.

1.Memories

Memories make your life happy.The journey of life starts somewhere and we travel to different places but with introspection we go back and live. Virginia Woolf has proved this theory in her novels. She is true that every woman's life is a novel. Today I was taken back to Coimbatore life that was past 35 years before.A friendship that bonded us beyond the age , beyond the sex( why I say this, because it was a prohibitive one; but our group proved it wrong.Devaki, Latha , myself,Govind and my brother KRS formed one group while  the other group was with Venkates,Sudha, Kalyanaraman , Devaki ,Latha and Raman headed by Avayambal - a 50 year lady who fed us , shared everything with us. The latter is no more,but we can not forget her.Balaji's wedding gave us the opportunity to have a get together once again except Avayambal, Latha, Raman and Kalyanaraman.Our life in the present is well threadded with the past - all these are before wedding, but our commitment to family has not changed this group. Quedos to friendship. Today I felt the same.Friendship is beyond age and beyond sex and beyond other barriers. There is pain in being separated after being together for a longer time sharing all little things,but memories strengthen you. gives you confidence, makes you feel that you have somebody to care for.

Today life is turning once again towards the bad side.The International seminar that I planned is not going to be successful. To Be or Not to be is the problem