Those Sixty Seconds......

The content below described is exactly happened to best of my knowledge. This is not to hurt anyone but to share experience. This is really big write-up. You can have your own methods of reading it.

The same two blind people got into the same compartment of the same train in which i commute to the same college everyday. They were singing ''Ammavai allaikatha uyirruillai.......'' tamil song. I was lost in the eternal music which made mumblings of my infinite thoughts which often blocks few,creates few,crossfires few,inspire few came to a complete standstill. At very moment i experienced my true self reflecting in this enchanting number. It also initiated a train of thoughts -' I traveled whopping sixty five thousand kilometers in these four years of my college life in commuting. This travel gave me an opportunity to see landscape in the way it changes with different seasons,millions of emotions expressed by fellow commuters,many single-man business units with unique marketing strategies to sell their products,few real studs discussing vague scientific ideas to get impression form general public,window sightings, Romeo teasing -Juliet responses, giggling by many first years when their seniors crack jokes, many in deep contemplation,many in meditating their own thoughts in silence,myriad expressions...' - suddenly the charming voice stopped and i was awakened like i was out of deep sleep , only to find the train has reached next station and those gifted people kept themselves doing their business in the next compartment. After one and half hour of travel the train crawled into the station where i need to get down to see the same college to which i am a regular visitor unlike few. Every environmentalist would love to see my college campus whenever there is any officials from AICTE or professors from unknown university in America visit our college , when there will be full of artifacts, stables displayed at prominent places just to remind us that we too can have aesthetic sense. The same somber mood exhibited on the faces of students who hardly slept for few hours due to many pre-occupations in previous nights. The lecturer on time to class makes students to mumble and drag their feet to sit inside a dark room with couple of tube lights,ceiling fans,couple of projectors and uncomfortable single seaters which can never help you to sleep. I was jerked suddenly by someone which made me to enter the realworld only to see all people laughing and the lecturer with slides '' Network Protocols '' staring at me as though i have done a big blunder. It took me few moments to realise that i was dreaming all this time.

OSI reference layers,TCP/IP,Internet routing,Internet addressing,protocols..... explains the guy at elevated part of the class with chalk in his hands. There were different reactions inside the room - few acting as though they are keenly listening,few tweaking mobile phones,few at definite angle watching something or someone,few contemplating,few sleeping..... Suddenly the man who at a position desperately wants someone to listen to his lecture which is genuinely boring, evaporates all his patience and announces the much awaited lunch break. The sleeping minds spring into action like rising sun in the clear sky, radiating the feeling of hunger.

The 3 x 5 x 10 feet box which comes to life when a 400 hp motor is excited with the help of guides running from ground zero to top, high enough to see what a couple doing under a tree. The micro controller based on Intel chips with LCD displays, intercom facility and a 5 x 5 mirror that can help you in anyway you want to,is poorly lighted and has an exhaust fan whose power rating is of minuscule amount comparing the (electric)power we spend dreaming in bathroom. This box what we generally call lift or elevator drives smoothly across the vertical guides and crawls whenever it senses any horizontal concrete structures using state-of-art technology.

With all euphoria of last day classes in college we, a bunch of students numbering in sixteen with a couple of workers boarded into the elevator. There inside , i could see few technical details along with license information about the elevator. There one could read the maximum load : 1066 kg and Maximum no. of persons : 16. This could hardly make any news to us. We all started at fifth floor of building for 'journey to ground'.

There were different people on board - Mr.exciter, Mr.coolguy, Mr.madurai, Mr.officer, Mr.kadalai , Mr.everlaughing guy, Mr.silence, Mr.mokkai,Mr.eatomania and me with few others. Mr.eatomania once said '' Stomach is important part of human body and philosophically we work to live which in turn possible through eating. Thus stomach is main part of body ''. Mr.mokkai 's joke (mokkai) cant stop you to release your anger(steam) through your ears. He can make you scratch your head at any time with his timely mokkai(native inventive of bad joke)which he delivers with highest quality after filtering enough bad ones. Mr.exciter always makes something funny which sometimes trouble inviting and makes your glands linked to laughter always busy. Mr.exciter is too excited these days due to a proposal he had received. Mr.officer with his split second changing reactions on his face can make you surprise and you may say '' what the heck is he up to ? ''. Mr. Everlaughing guy keeps busy with laughing irrespective of any kind of jokes cracked, sometimes with no jokes at all. Mr. Kadalai is always busy putting kadalai which sometimes invite wrath from others. But it can never deter our talented guy in any way. Mr.coolguy with ever chewing bubblegum reads novel in class,rarely listens to class but can answer any concept relating to JAVA techologies hands down. Mr.madurai who always interested in data warehousing information, which many are gossip related, always expresses his intentions to upgrade his database using unheard techniques. Mr.silence is always silence as his name suggests. He can be stoic and inexpressive even when hard times calling him. His looks give an impression of learned scholar or full vessel with wisdom - but i bet you can be wrong.

Time has begun.....

Fourth floor :

Mr. everlaughing guy requests the lift to let him to be serviced - i.e. to get himself in to the lift . He wasn't interested in getting into the lift but to interrupt us at all the floors between top and bottom of building just for sake of doing something and with no reasons . This made our Mr.exciter to press a button which can make your ride uninterrupted and gives you one-stop service.

Third floor :

Mr.mokkai comes up with the another mokkai which made us to run for spaces, made felt nauseate (to exaggerate). I wont spell out that mokkai here as i want you to read this story fully. Otherwise you will run for something that can cool you after emancipation of heat lying deep inside you which is dying to come out.

Second Floor :

Mr. eatomania sensed the omen somewhere ( certainly not from the biriyani ). He said '' what if the lift stops in midway ......'' . This made no difference as it never reached our panic nerves since the mood of air was different.

First floor :

'' Mr.everlaughing guy atleast by now understood he's been fooled '' one of the thoughts i had when Mr.exciter plays with the intercom,emergency bells. Many kind of these were running in my pristine mind as they are processed by an unnamed ANN algorithm programmed unconsciously by me sometime when i was five year old kid.

Between First floor and ground :

The air inside the elevator was mixture of organic compounds with higher percentage of carbon dioxide and fusion of odor from 36 underarms that can make you nauseate and suffocate. Thanks to lonely exhaust for which we could breathe without any problem for the entire journey. As i was watching the three hand machine which can run continuously for years with the help of robust induction motor , a thumping sound - which can wake you up from deep sleep and make you vegetate - heard from nowhere and suddenly the elevator stopped. The very moment no one understood what had happened and the decibel level in the small room was virtually nil except that of ticking of watches. The very next moment Mr. exciter is excited with new developments was jumping in joy for breakdown of elevator (weird reaction to say the least). We didn't get the feel of situation we are in until a certain time at which i can see myriad expressions on the faces of 17 people at a pace, at which no professional photographer can catch them in his frame even with his latest x.x resolution high speed camera.

Out of blue comes Mr.kadalai with astounding fear in his voice. He started to speak something which made everyone surprised. I thought he was expressing the words of his mind that you can easily understand its genuineness. Nobody got nerve to comment on his reaction and by this time everyone got the feel of situation. Now all are serious. There comes Mr.coolguy ,he asks eveyone not to speak as it would bring suffocation. Thats good move .He asks everyone to shut up their speakers and he tried taking control of situation. Least i expect any woman in the lift as it would trigger many superhero stunts, unnecessary heroic dialogues or at least couple of fainting. Thanks to God, at last Mr.exciter got the seriousness into his head and stopped making jokes. We started to contact people through intercom which we thought it could be lonely savior. All cellphone signals are dead except Airtel network.I tried my cellphone to contact outside people but the signals didn't get amplified at nearest tower. Mr. Madurai comes with series of instruction to revive my phone but the situation so gripped i hardly can handle it. I was trembling. At this moment i experienced fear of death first time in my life. It sent chill down my spine and i was numb for few seconds and but i was in partial control of myself. My thoughts dwelled in again at different levels thinking about heroic acts,movie stunts,instinct behaviour,bringing concepts.... and many things working on the BNN networks of my brain. By this time Mr.kadalai called someone, who is obviously a lady, through his phone .
Few felt suffocated. Few are cold out of fear acting in deepest levels of their consciousness. Many are silent in not to make things worse. All are perspiring .'' Phew ! we got it '' said someone. At last we got the intercom connection as we were trying desperately to make it. The lift people asked us to open the inner door of elevator which helped us to breathe fresh air which came through the thinnest gap of outer door. We got confidence (at least myself) that we can get out without any problem. The lift people restarted the motor and the power went out for few seconds and came again to help this overweight sensitive machine to help us to reach ground.

We came out of that automated box bustling as though we are in danger room for ages. We burst into laughter even after experiencing the worst moments. The same kind of jokes cracked with new vigor. This made me to understand the exuberance of youth which i heard somewhere in a life science magazine long back. Mr.kadalai for his guts got appreciation from all. Naturally he got surrounded by bunch of ladies who are at early twenty s with dialogues in his own words '' I had re-birth today, i will never get into the lift again in my life...''. That sometimes bring smiles on your faces but certainly not to him,who genuinely had a nightmare. How people perceive things differently given the same situation ? (intriguing).

The same class extended in afternoon to extend our sleeping time in hot summer afternoon. Soon we forgot what happened as we are saying goodbye to the college for a last time. The four years of college life will never return again. I had a great time and experienced all emotions human can have including the fear of death. I bade goodbye to college which at least helped me to develop patience to travel three hours daily in an commuting medium run by worlds largest employer.