Tales of Navalur

It is a war everyday in my mansion in navalur, on one side; me, my friends and tortoise or Allout probably and on the otherside our formidable enemies, The Mosquitoes assisted by the TNEB’s random powercuts. Its been a while I’ve become resistant to mosquitoes and fevers induced by mosquitoes just like any other Indian brought up in a suburban town but my new room mate who doesnt’t boast the same Might as myself came up with a new devise called a mosquito net which for two days almost proved effective but as it turns out mosquitoes found a way to break in to the expensive net that emptied his wallet and we the other guys who decided to wait and see if the net is effective found his lose to our common enemies very amusing.



For a lot of reasons I find navalur a very unsuitable place for living and trust me, mosquitoes are only the least of your worries when you are in navalur, for instance the roads that with the slightest drizzles becomes so much filled with muddy waters that makes one wonder if he should take a boat to office which seriously has been considered as a valid option more than twice after our evening gossip time.



Our food crisis is something I must bring to the table as an ardent eater and a very well known miser, I always find an optimum place to suffice the needs of my taste and to keep my wallet healthy and here in navalur up until yesterday I thought I was successful. Yesterday proved to be my worst nightmare, after pondering over the idea of ghee roast, I decided to give it a try but ended up smelling kerosene or something that smelled like kerosene all over my precious ghee roast. DOT to my love for ghee, the smell of kerosene is going to haunt me whenever I select Ghee roast from the menu.



And apart from all these unavoidable miseries of navalur, my mansion has a liking to strange people(to my friends:I’m not pointing at myself, Pls die) there was this guy who laughs when he sleeps and keeps his face in a strange posture that can scare any experienced ghost and make it scream its arse off, the guy came to be known popularly as “design designaa thoongaravan” and another guy who cleans his dinner plate as clean as any award winning dishwasher can with out using water and with his strange dressing sense and his liking to yellow and green came to be called as “ramarajan” :P.



I am not rude enough to suggest that there are no other places as disgusting as this, but I’m inclined enough to say by my three months stay that navalur is definitly in the race and ofcourse a very strong contender.



To anyone who have ideas of renting a room in Navalur I hope I’ve saved a few lives. And anyone who wishes to take up “New mens hostel”,please avoid room number:8,when there is power everywhere else, this room never fails to fail you and as a humble person who has stayed in that room for quite long I hate it from the core of my heart. and I have doubts that this room is haunted… :’(