It was in 1973. I was studying s.s.l.c. I went with my friends to see the picture Rickshakaran at villianur,nearest small town .we were absent to the evening session of the school.On reaching the theatre we came to know there is no matinee show from that day onwards .So we were returning .Where would we go ?To the class ?No.To our homes ? Can't. So we stopped at Sankaraparani river .My friends knew swimming.They swam .They called me .No .Gradually i lost my firmness and seeing their enjoyment I got into water . For sometime I was very careful.They encouraged me and subsequently I went further and alas! I was drowning.I cried .They are laughing as they say He is acting .He knows swimming.I lost my hope .At that time my friend Panneerselvam understood the position and came to me and caught hold my hair ;pulled to bank of the river .
It was a unforgettable experience .Whenever I see Rickshakaran cinema or songs of that picture in T.V. I recollect these dreadful experience of class cut and swimming.