Not so long ago, not so far ago, there existed a place called Kalikooth (courtesy, MPC). There was a college were young 16-18 (well, usually, although age is no bar)year old people were taught the skill of thinking and implemeting the worldly possibilities of creation. The world called it “ingineering”. It was known as ‘Rational Ingineering College’. The name was so formulated to emphasize its rational characteristics and spirit for creating “igineers”. A lot about this skill were praised by the popular medium of cinema and likes. Among a classic in cinema in the regional language(Malayalam) there was a definition – ” muttu mani adichal engineer aakilla. Ingineeree akullu..!”, in the acclaimed ‘Poshcar’ prize winning film, ‘Padikam’. But, the profession of ingineering was too glamourous as to pull up most of the people in that age group towards it. So I too couldn’t help joining it.
It was in my first year. I lived in a room where the air of freedom had five holes to get through – three windows, a door and a ventilator. Room number 206, A-hostel. Well, curiously enough, the same room (while in their first year) of the one who would be chairman (the same year) and the one would be loser G.Sec (equivalent to chairman) in the next year- Sahameel Abdul Asif and the would be magazine editor in the same year, Manoob K. P.
Time just went away like a breeze of mixed feelings. On one day elections were declayared. There was utter chaos in A-hostel. It was more than a month before that one of my friends and classmates, Jagdish Faredash (a malayalalee) warned me about a so called diabolic organization which might try to catch people like me, the people who are ‘talented’ (I think he meant quite cynically) and have some notions about things (which he considers as utter crap, although well disguised) – which they define as ‘rowdikans’. Well according to the Manglish language dictionary the word ‘rowdikans’ means……errr … no translation to English. Sorry!
But although not scared, I was curious to know what this ‘Rowdikans’ meant. Well, the initial days of campaign in A-hostel were quite boring. Some people just came in and introduced. It was just a matter of ‘nice to meet you’. But most people just appeared like some strange looking characters, pleading for our ‘divine’ will to elect them. Other than that, very many people, especially my classmates who did not know the global language of Malayalam, came up with people who gave a 360 degree smile all the time and very few words like, “hello, I am ’so and so’ and ……”. Oooh, it was so boring. After coming from a college were an action packed dialogue series preceded each candidate’s introduction, I was disappointed…….. 
In the midst of those apathetic campaigns, there came the one. Rajesh kumar K from Nayathodu, Ankamali. His frist chat with me convinced me about the obvious. ‘Rowdikans’ were far better than ‘aunty-Rowdikans’, who called their panel “Mosham”. I did not know whether it was their extraordinary humility which made them name their own panel as very bad (English translation). Very many did not think alike and so he lost.
He stood for the post of UUC (University Union Compiler). As Malayalees (according to the latest edition of Oxford dictionary, the proper word is ‘mallus’) we are far ahead than the rest even in naming a post. Compiler gives the machine language instructions for the ‘natural/constructed language syllables’ uttered in the senate of the universities. It should be so since much of the language is so incomprehensible to fellow mortals. The usual discussions goes like this – ‘ kuthaka muthalaalithya raasrtreyathinte bourgeoisie swabhavaam vidyaabbhyaasthil adicheelpikkunna oru verum valthupaksha vyathiyaanathinte aavasymaayamaya sydhaanthika nadapadi maatrmaaanu ethu’!!!!! …
It was too bad that he lost it. He shouldn’t have since his opponents spoke in a language entirely different, which I later realized as a 1:1 mix of Swahindri (the language spoken in remote controlled T.V. channels like M.T.V. and phone in programmes in other languages) and English. They spoke like ‘ those ma’ fucking bitches that control this system has nothing to shag off even in early morning. They take your one rupee to buy a cd of a dude fucking a slut and getting her do his shitty fucking desires and just getting exhausted. Maaan, think about it. You could do better, so just cast our fucking votes to me (us) so that when I (we) win, I can arrange a lot of babes for hanging around according to the number of supplementary exams you have. This is FREE ‘. Well, that just kicked off. Quite naturally. I was confused by this. Pity me ….! At that point I could not comprehend both. But the former was more comprehendible than later. But I was pretty impressed by the sense of humour of the ‘mosham’ people, by their great joke of the year- that ‘rowdikans’ actually supplied liquor through overhead tank in the PG hostel. Unfortunately no post called ‘humour secretary’ or court jester was there.
