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CIT-CC Road to Division II 12
Sorry Darwin, But You Are Late 14
Happiness 17
CLASS vs MASS 18
Has Technology Surpassed Humanity? 20
Gravity-An epic space miracle 22
Womens Safety 24
Now? Naah! Maybe Later.. 26
Habits in Profits & Profits in Habits 28
Contents
The Joy of Giving 30
Roomies 32
Breaking Free 33
The Stalkers Victim 34
Sitcom 36
Boating through the Backwaters 38
GONE 40
The Vagaries of the Modern Soul 41
The Land of the Hill People 42
On being Gethu thala &Everything between 44
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The Genius & The Perfectionist 46
Mangalyaan - Was it worth it ? 54
How to talk effectively in front of an audience 56
Best of 2013 58
Mischief, Mayhem, Sleep!!! 60
Indians and Biriyani - A symbiotic relationship 62
Redefining Democracy 64
The Child 66
Placements - Behind the screen 68
Innocent Beauty 70
What if I told you that you change the world? 72
Think and Twist 76
With Love, Me 77
Room No:23 80
Confectionary People 88
On a Photographic Spree 89
Brahma13 92
Enovate13 93
Placement report 2013-2014 96
Technovation14 & Interface14 100
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Dr. S. R. K. Prasad
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There is something very pure and raw you discover in
sport that once you experience it, everything else you
do seems a little unreal. It creates this miniature world
where the basic human spirit to fight back, the rush in
adrenaline and every emotion possible gets a small stage
to be displayed. I found my song in cricket like most other
boys in India.
I picked up cricket at a very early age because we didnt
have PlayStations, Laptops or Malls back then; we went
out and played every evening. It was this habit that drove
me out of the hostel exploring the campus on my very first
evening in college (despite warnings from many of my
friends). It wasnt hard finding the cricket ground because
your eyes find what your heart is searching for. That was
the day my journey for CIT Cricket started. With a rich
legacy and players of the stature of V.B.Chandrashekar
having played for this team, it was a privilege for me to
represent CIT in my very first year.
It was during my first two years of college that Rajesh
Kumar (2013, 2014-Captain) led by example and showed
me what it means to play for CIT and how one should do
it. He would bowl long spells picking up most wickets and
then come out and bat the entire innings while the batting
crumbled around him. And yet, after every loss, would
only have words of encouragement for us.
Siddharth Krishnamurthy (Mechanical- 4
th
Yr) was handed
over the captaincy for this season and had the enormous
task of retaining our team in Division-III after just being
promoted into it the previous year. We were lucky in
having a talented lot which was groomed meticulously
by Rajesh Kumar who always looked ahead at the bigger
picture. Going into our first match in the league against
CIT-CC
Road to
Division II
Suryabala CC, there were doubts lingering over ourselves
as a team. We posted a huge total initially with a good
partnership between K.Sathish (Diploma-3
rd
Yr.) and I.
We then bundled out the opposition with an all-round
bowling effort. We started to believe!
Going into the second match, we were high on spirits
and easily restricted Ramakrishna SC to a low total. Due
to some very poor umpiring and sub-standard batting,
things went from bad to worse and we were reduced to
74/9 in our chase of 123. It was then that the likes of Vijay
Krishnan(CSE-4
th
Yr) and Pradeep(EEE-4
th
Yr) led our
fight. We came 5 runs close only to be denied victory by
another dismal stumping decision by the umpire.
Moving away from the league cricket, we faced a first
round exit in the Anna University Zonals tournament
which was a huge shock for us all. Luckily we had the time
to regroup and rethink during the semester holidays. We
came back strong, motivated and determined as we had
to face the much feared Miracle CC in the league again. I
knew our captain would fire and he did with a patient and
planned innings scoring 40. However, we lost wickets in
clusters and were almost out of the match. We then had
a brilliant recovery led by Heerachanth(CSE-3
rd
Yr) and
Pranab Naidu
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Elamparuthi(ECE-4
th
Yr) for the 8th wicket. We went on to
win the match by 1 wicket.
We carried this momentum forward and won our next
match too, although this time, it was V.Divakars (2011-
MCA Pass-out) all-round efforts that saved us. After a
crucial innings at number 8, he came back to bag a five-
for with a truly fiery spell. With the end of this season,
Divakar or Binga as he is called in our team has served
the club for six years. With 3 wins out of 4, we then faced
Red Diamonds CC who were the league table toppers.
We posted a respectable total with contributions from
Siddharth(42) and Vijay(27). The heat of the match
turned on as there was a lot of un-called for sledging by the
opposition. In such moments you need to have characters
in your team who respond with aggression and we found
ours in the likes of Heerachanth and Ajeesh on the field.
Despite a brilliant spell by P.B.ShailendraBabu(Mech-
3
rd
Yr), we lost the match by just 2 wickets.
We won our 6th match comfortably against Senthil
Srinivasan CC which gave us 4 wins out of 6. This made
our equation very simple; win the last game against PSG
Tech for promotion. However, before that we had to take
part in the CDCA Inter-Collegiate tournament. We raced
past teams in the first three rounds and came up against
the mighty Mahalingam-CET in the Quarter Final. With
a 100-run partnership between Babu and Siddharth, we
chased down a huge total and won convincingly. However,
we lost in the Semi-Final to our arch rival PSG Tech. We
ended up at 4th place in the tournament out of 50 odd
teams which was quite an achievement. Babu top scored
in the tournament with 207 runs only to be followed
by Siddharth (165) and Ajessh(105). Babu played with
responsibility and beautifully responded to every match
situation.
We faced PSG Tech once again in our final league match.
Our wounds of the Semi-Final defeat were still fresh and
we wanted revenge. Playing at their venue posed greater
challenges for us. With Sathishs brilliant knock and last
minute fireworks from Heera and Pradeep, we posted 164
on the board which is a huge total at that tricky venue.
They were cruising through and our dropped catches only
added fuel to fire. Finally we were able to dry the runs and
eventually bundle them out for 158 in the last over. It was
a true India-Pakistan like encounter.
History had been created! CIT-CC was promoted to
Division-II of the TNCA-CDCA Leagues after a period of 11
years. It was a great achievement for the entire team who
played as one unit. As our seniors pass out of college after
fulfilling their responsibilities to the best of their abilities,
we now have a mammoth task ahead of us next year in
Division II which is much more competitive.
I would like to thank all my seniors for making this a truly
memorable year for us. I hope that we can match their
expectations set for us next year.
I would like to end this article with a quote by Nicki Lauda,
Happiness is your biggest enemy. It weakens you. Put
doubts in your mind. Suddenly you have something to lose.
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W
hen Charles Robert
Darwin published
the Origin of Species
explaining his theories of natural
selection, there was a huge uproar
in the Victorian community of the
19
th
century. Darwins theory ran
totally opposite to the established
versions of how we came into
being, namely Creationism. It
sent ripples of shock through the
scientific communities of the era,
shattering the established views
on the existence of humans on
earth. Religious communities were
mortified. The statement that the
rise of human beings was merely an
accident, and not the result of being
Gods chosen species ran against
the very basis of their faith. Charles
Darwin received a lot of flak for
his theories and evolution did not
achieve widespread acceptance
until the 1930s when modern
evolutionary synthesis and the DNA
experiment by Watson and Crick
established the existence of DNA
and genes. Charles Darwin was said
to be one of the first proponents of
Sorry Darwin,
but you are late
the theory of evolution of species.
Darwin, however, was not the first.
An ancient civilization had already
written about evolution, in stories
that it taught its kids. The stories
have been passed down over
generations in both written and
verbal form. The Vedic civilizations
prowess in science and technology
is famous all over the world. The Iron
Pillar has stood for over a thousand
years, exposed to the elements,
without rusting. Back when the
British Isles were still habituated by
barbarians and nomads, the people
of the Indus valley were busy
developing Calculus and Geometry.
Our scriptures are treasure troves
of philosophical and scientific
knowledge. Among them is a
mythology called the Dasavathar or
the ten avatars of Lord Vishnu, the
preserver of Earth. The Dasavathar
describes the avatars taken by Lord
Vishnu to restore balance between
good and evil on the earth. The
avatars rise in the 4 Yugas which
together constitute a Maha Yuga
or a cycle of the universe from
creation to destruction.
But how does the Dasavathar point
to the evolution of life on earth? Let
us dissect the avatars one by one to
find the hidden meaning.
It is a widely established fact that
life on earth began in the oceans,
which can be called the primordial
soup. Precursors to what we call
amino acids started the process
of replicating themselves using
material in the soup and led to the
rise of more complex chemicals.
They then learned to eat and
split into smaller groups capable
of duplicating themselves. The first
avatar of Lord Vishnu, Matsya is
about how a big fish helped Lord
Manu save the animal and plant
species of the world from a great
flood. Although this has traces of
creationism akin to the biblical
Noahs Ark, let us not evaluate
evolution in Hindu Mythology
solely based on the first avatar. For
now, Matsya is a fish, living out in
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the sea and breathing through gills.
In Kurma avatar, the Devas led by
Lord Indra sought the nectar of
immortality by churning the ocean
of milk . Not to be out done, the
villains of this story, the Asuras
competed with the Devas to seek
the power of the nectar. Using the
Mount Mandara as the churning
rod and the snake king Vasuki as its
rope, the Devas and Asuras churn
the ocean of milk. The mountain
is supported by a giant tortoise,
Kurma, to prevent it from sinking
into the ocean. What happens next
is described in the Puranas.
The Kurma represents the second
face of evolution, namely the
amphibian. Capable of living on
both land and water, the amphibians
are the precursor to land dwelling
animals. With gills and legs and
fins capable of navigating both sea
and land, amphibians represent the
next step in evolution. Impressed?
The best part isnt here yet.
The Kurma avatar is succeeded by
the Varaha avatar. Varaha is a boar
that rescues Bhumadevi or Earth,
stolen by the demon Hiranyaksha,
from the depths of the ocean.
Varaha defeats the demon and lifts
Bhumadevi using his tusks and
restores her to her rightful place
in the Universe. At this point we
witness the evolution of a mighty
fish into a land animal, with legs
and lungs representing the second
step in establishing life on land.
man entity ruled by emotions that
cannot be subdued easily. Finally,
the prayers of Prahalad subdue
the beast and Lord Vishnu leaves
in peace. Narasimha describes
the evolution of an animal into an
early human being with hands and
capable of bipedal motion.
In the next avatar, Vishnu descends
as Vamana, a dwarf Brahmin to
restore the authority of the heavens
to Lord Indra, usurped by King Bali,
the son of Prahalad. Vamana is the
first avatar as a human. We see
Vishnu as a bipedal Homo Sapien,
devoid of body hair and capable of
speech. He is intelligent and resorts
to wits instead of fighting with his
bare hands.
After Vamana, comes Parashuram.
Parashuram is the epitome of anger
and impatience. Quick to take
insult and always ready to fight,
Parashurams trademark weapon is
the axe. We find another interesting
point here, namely the usage of
tools. Although gorillas and other
higher apes are known to have used
tools to gather ants and fruits, no
great ape uses tools in a manner as
varied as humans . The evolution of
tools, prolonged our life expectancy,
helping us catch more food and
establishing ourselves as an apex
Enraged by the death of his brother
Hiranyaksha, Hiranyakashipu
obtained a divine gift from Brahma
that granted him near perfect
immortality and he ruled over the
Earth. Ironically his son Prahalad
becomes a strong devotee of
Vishnu. However, the technical
glitches in the agreement are
exploited by Lord Vishnu, who visits
Hiranyakashipu during twilight as
Narasimha and tears him open with
his fingernails on the doorstep.
Narasimha is a half-beast, half-
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predator. Suddenly food was more
easy to find and more accessible to
many, not just the fittest.
Once our basic needs are satisfied,
the aspect of taste and a quest to
find a meaning to our life arises.
We can afford to spend more
time on improving the way we
live, increasing comfort. A bulb
suddenly glows above our head and
we realise that something useful
must be done in our lifetime .We
codify our way of life and describe
what behaviour is acceptable and
what is not. Rama avatar is the
exemplification of our civilization.
Rama was the ideal man. He broke
no laws and looked twice on both
sides before crossing the street.
He went on a 14 year exile to the
forest, to honour a promise made
by his father. He helped Sugreev
defeat Bali, the monkey king (
proto-humans ) and fought Raavan
to reclaim his wife , who was
kidnapped . Rama lived a life that
exemplified his rules of conduct. His
rule, Rama Rajyam, is the perfect
example of public governance
based on an established system of
rules and regulations.
By this time, we have already
established that the Dasavatar
paints an incredible tale of
evolution from a marine creature
to a human being. However this
isnt the end of the story. The
Krishna avatar and subsequently
the Mahabharatha tell us that life
isnt always black or white. There
are shades of grey in between .It is
often imperative to do some wrong
to achieve the ultimate goal of being
right. The human being is complex,
with different perspectives on right
and wrong. Life is not simply good
or evil, but a mixture of the two.
The tale of Krishna also tells us
that all that is good will not last
forever and civilization will plunge
into debauchery and chaos .With
the death of Krishna, we witness
the rise of Kali Yuga. Adharma or
disorder rises. Societies plunge
into anarchy and corruption is
widespread everywhere. Sometime
in the future Kalki will rise and rid
the world of evil. The world will be
destroyed and a new one created
in the aftermath, starting the
cycle of creation and destruction
anew. What is surprising is that
the duration of this cycle mentioned
in the mythologies, coincide with the
estimates of modern day scientists,
which is about 8.2 billion years.
Many of us do not realise the scientific
basis present in our Puranas and
Vedas. Not only did our ancestors
know about evolution, they also
established the age of the universe
as approximately 4.2 billion years
old, millennia ago without the aid of
advanced technology. We have proved
ourselves capable of understanding
science and incorporating it into our
philosophy. In contrast, debates still
rage in America about the validity of
evolution and many religious people
have started churches and museums
dedicated to spreading the gospel of
Creationism, on how the world was
created 6000 years ago by God and
that dinosaurs and humans roamed
the earth together .
The next time someone waxes poems
about the modern achievements
of mankind, be reminded of the
greatness of our civilization and the
fact that we knew of nuclear weapons
before half the world learned to cloth
itself.
Sorry Darwin, but you missed the
boat. Lord Manu left with it more
than 2000 years ago!
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A hot cup of coffee with a copy of The Hindu on a silent,
chill morning; Winding up for the day with ARRs music;
Unlocking an Aventador or a McLaren P1 in NFS Rivals;
A drive to Catherine falls with the amigos. These are but
a few of the many examples people would give when
they are asked what gives them happiness. I too would
have given such an answer if I were asked a year ago. My
understanding and knowledge of happiness, if I did have
any, has become turbid. Not that something significant
happened to or around me; it is just that I dont know
happiness too well. I could not understand why everyone
made happiness such a big deal.
All this thinking led to a realisation that happiness too
shall pass. It tantalises with its feel good factor, waltzes
around, feels real and forever and moves away and our
efforts to grip it tight go vain. It makes us yearn for the
next time and it feels new and fresh with no relevance or
reference to earlier encounters. Psychotropic, in a single
word. Once when I was arguing with my friend who
quoted a celebrity who said happiness is the only moral
purpose of life, I couldnt stop myself from reminding her
about how convoluted peoples moral sense is and how
seldom we give a thought to the purpose of our lives.
HAPPINESS
When I talk about this to my friends, often I hear them
mentioning memories. Sadness too gives us memories
but what is the reason we value happier ones more? If
happier ones give a motive to live, then why do the sad
ones even exist? Life is full of ups and downs. It is not fair
to treat the downs with contempt. When people say true
happiness, I wonder if there could be types of happiness.
I guess there can be, because I hear people say true love
and the adjective true must be used to distinguish it from
other types. When love can have types, happiness might as
well have them too. But I certainly feel its either love or
or nothing. Its the same with happiness, so it should be
either happiness or nothing.
I hear people asking me if I dont experience happiness
anymore. To them, my answer will be I do experience
happiness like any other person. I do have memories and
this college life has filled me with truckloads of it. But it
does not fascinate me, motivate me to live my life. I do not
yearn for it. When it comes, I know it is not going to stay.
Happiness, sadness its all one and the same. I do keep the
people around me happy. I am just saying it is not the sole
purpose of my life. Asking me what the purpose of my life
is? Well, I really dont have the answer and it is going to
need another tiring search.
Tharun Balaji R. S.
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Every day, we see people going mad: Watching movies
and worshiping the heroes of those movies as their
demigods.
Heroes have always fallen into one of two categories:
One, an actor and the other, a star. Rarely has an artist
been both. The real problem arises when the discussion
on supremacy starts. Why does one have more awards
than the other? Why does one have more fans than the
other? Why has history never considered one greater
than the other? Why does any such debate always lead
to a war of words?
The thing is, we will never reach a consensus on
whether a star is greater or an actor is greater because
of the inherent dichotomy in their roles. This debate
has raged on since the origin of Indian Cinema. Be it
Hindi, Telugu, Tamil, Malayalam, the case has always
been the same. Lets run through the evolution of this
argument taking Kollywood as the case in point.
Tamil cinema marked its presence on the national stage
with brilliant performances from the then superstars,
M.K. Thiyagaraja Bhagavathar and P.U.Chinnappa.
The duo started this supremacy conflict. M.K.T was
the most popular among the masses, while P.U.C was
always considered next to him. But the period didnt
find much conflict as people were not as exposed
Its Always Been
to cinema as they are now. Over the years as cinema
began to occupy an integral part of the life of people,
the cold war thawed out to become a clash between
fans of both sides.
The next generation of Tamil cinema brought two great
actors to the world- M.G.Ramachandran and Sivaji
Ganesan. M.G.R was always known for his larger than
life characters. People always loved watching him on
screen as he was The Messiah of Masses. But Sivaji was
considered to be the better actor. His performances
showed a greater range of skills than M.G.R. People
lived in his movies, he made them laugh with him, cry
with him, despair with him and fall in love with him.
The terrible fight for supremacy continued through
the decades. When Sivajis Karnan (of Ullathil Nalla
Ullam fame) was released, M.G.R fans erected cut-
outs of their demigod to challenge Sivaji and proclaim
M.G.Rs superiority.
This cult of star-worship reached its peak during the
Rajinikanth-Kamal Haasan generation. Surprisingly,
both these giants were delivered to Tamil Cinema
by the hands of the iconic film maker K.Balachander.
When it comes to Rajini, people just need to see him on
screen and his presence alone can make the hall roar
and applaud, primarily due to his style. His dialogues
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continue to be mumbled, even by children, and his
introduction songs caught the masses. The evidences
are obvious because you hear them even now wherever
you go. He has ruled Tamil cinema for decades. He is
still our superstar even though a lot of wannabes are
waiting to claim that crown.
The only man who can call himself a rival to the
Superstar, Ulaganayagan Kamal Haasan, experiments
with roles that are so different from any other actor. He
has ventured into and found success in almost all aspects
of cinema: acting, dancing, direction, production, play-
back singing, screenplay writing, the list goes on. As
an actor his achievements are innumerable. He has
won the Padhmashree, the highest award an artist
can receive in India. But among the masses, he will
always be second to our superstar. Many of his critically
acclaimed films werent hits at the box-office due to his
lack of appeal among the masses.
Among the current Ajith - Vijay generation, the
problem is much more aggressive and it occasionally
turns violent. Both have die-hard fans that frequently
clash to prove their supremacy without any thought
for the consequences. Every one of our classrooms has
witnessed this conflict in miniature. Thank goodness,
they were only wars of words!
With Rajini and Kamal, the contrast in their approaches
to movies was apparent. With Ajith and Vijay, the line
has become blurred. Ajith has shown a willingness to
embrace different characters, has experimented with
different looks and has tried versatile story-lines. In
contrast, Vijay has been conservative in his choice of
roles but has shown greater development in terms
of his dancing skills. Their legion of fans have also
vigorously defended and welcomed their many avatars.
The next generation of heroes is queuing up to follow
the same pattern. Among them, Dhanush, Jeeva and
Simbu have established themselves as skilled actors
while others such as Vishal and Karthi are striving hard
to build their mass appeal.
A star has always been more celebrated than an
actor here. This spooks daring artists who try to
break the mould into thinking twice before accepting
unconventional roles. The happy development in Tamil
cinema these days is that people are more interested
in experimental films than films with loads of drama
and sentiment. This is evidenced by the phenomenal
rise of actors like Vijay Sethupathi. Let us hope our
generation and those to follow consider cinema to be
just entertainment and nothing more.
A.Jeyadev & Logeshwaran
IV EEE
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I fear the day when technology will surpass our human interaction, said Albert Einstein.
And I fear the day Einstein feared has come. He also went on to say, The world will have a generation of idiots.
Though Im not sure about the latter, Im quite confident of the former.
Today, mobile phones have become the third hand of every individual. Though the major aim of technological
advancements is to make life easier and more comfortable, people have gone a step too far and the delicate balance
between comfort and luxury has been breached. We see people talking over phones on an intimate date; we see
people texting their friends when they are out for a quiet dinner with their family; we see people playing Angry Birds
when they are supposed to listen to lectures; we see people viewing their Facebook page when they are supposed to
prepare for their examination and we even see people, who get depressed and irritable, when their phones switch off
because of low battery. So the big question arises - is this comfort or arrogance?
There was once a time when people inhabited the real world more often. They came out of their houses to play in the
open; they made friends; they shared food and even spoke to others face to face. They climbed trees, picked fruits to
eat, flew kites and shouted at the top of their voices from their terrace; they were fit,
as they had good exercise; they were healthy, as their diet was nutritious; they were
happy, as they had real relationships and appreciated the value of life. They never
knew a virtual world existed, nor did they want to know. They
were so happy and so content in their own way.
Days passed by, months passed by and years
passed by. Technological advancements,
claiming to soften our work and make
us more comfortable, arrived. People
started leaving
the real
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Has Technology
Surpassed Humanity ?
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inhabiting the virtual world. Making friends transformed to sending friend requests. People started talking to others
without even having seen them, and even claimed that they were their best pals. People began catching up by sending
an occasional Good Morning forward message. Photos are taken not for cherishing sweet memories, but for getting
as many likes as possible. On anniversaries, the couple is supposed to update their Facebook status and get wishes
from whoever sees that post. Such wishes and congratulatory messages became just words from the keyboard and
not words from the heart. People started staring at their laptops and mobiles, forgetting everyone sitting around
them. On many occasions, people are only physically present. Relationships began getting sour!
And now, my million dollar question - should we blame the technology or ourselves for this condition? It is Man who
polluted the environment and put a hole in the ozone layer. It is the same Man who sent a satellite to space to monitor
the ozone layer and fix it. Technology is not Satan, as some people believe it to be, nor is it the Guardian Angel. Any kid,
in any elocution competition, would have spoken that technology has both good and bad effects. True! Though it has
been one of the reasons for the problems mentioned above, it is without doubt the result of mans endless quest for
knowledge and has, in many ways, served to make the world a better place to live in. So, once again, the responsibility
has been thrust upon the people. All the technological advancements today, right from a satellite to a mobile phone,
are our creations and should always remain under our control.
Normally, the problem with people is that they never understand the value of something
unless it is taken away from them. You are given a life, you are given a sweet family and
friends and you are given the technology to connect to everyone. Make
sure that you dont do something that you may regret at a later
time.
We have only one life. Live it! Love it! And enjoy it!
Giridharan. J
IV CSE
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G R A V I T Y
AN EPIC SPACE MIRACLE
Kaushik.C.A
II ECE
22
Gravity is a rarity, a big-budget studio movie that feels
utterly personal. This isnt franchise film-making. It
doesnt have super heroes. It isnt a sequel. Instead, it is
a survival story set in the deepest, darkest space where
Alfonso Cuaron gives his imagination free rein. It is not
surprising that the movie bagged seven Academy Awards
including Best direction for Alfonso Cuaron. On one
level, Gravity is a fairground thrill ride of a movie, a 3D
adventure offering spectacle, scale and a sense of wonder
that no planetarium can match.
Set your watches for 90 minutes! An astronaut tells us
early on and that is the exact length of the movie. Cuaron,
like James Cameron in Avatar and Ang Lee in The Life of Pi
is pushing the technical and aesthetic possibilities of the
3D format to new limits. What makes Gravity so special
is that it has a lyrical quality and an intimacy that you
rarely find in gadget-obsessed sci-fi movies. The effects
contrived by Mexican cinematographer Emmanuel
Lubezki are magical. During a routine maintenance
procedure on the Hubble space telescope, Astronauts
Ryan Stone (Sandra Bullock) and Matt Kowalski (George
Clooney) get caught up in a field of satellite debris that
rips apart their shuttle, the Endeavour, kills the remainder
of their crew, and leaves them stranded, separated from
mission control (voice of Ed Harris) and floating out into
the blackness of space. Utilizing a thruster pack, Stone
and Kowalski attempt a nail biting journey to the nearby
International Space Station. With oxygen supplies rapidly
dwindling and the debris field making a return trip due to
gravitational forces, the only chance they have of getting
home alive doesnt look promising. Clooneys wisecracks
with the folk back in Mission Control in Houston belie the
fact that the astronauts are all alone in the vastness of
space.
The director uses 3D effects to accentuate the sense that
the space crew, for all their technology, is isolated and
powerless. The overture, which rekindles memories of
sequences in Stanley Kubricks 2001: a Space Odyssey,
is beautifully shot, laced with humor but also chilling.
The silence of Space enables the film-makers to play
ingenious games with sound editing and music. There
are rumblings and reverberations on the soundtrack.
Steven Prices electronic soundtrack accentuates the
eeriness. At times, it feels almost as if one is watching
an animated film. The two leads in their big helmets
and white Michelin man suits are all but caricatures. It
was smart of Cuaron to cast such distinctive stars. Most
audiences know Sandra Bullock and George Clooney well
enough to be able to visualize them even in the moments
where they catch only fleeting glimpses of their faces.
Clooney is effortlessly charming as the laconic astronaut
who behaves like a cross between Buzz Lightyear and
an old fashioned, square-jawed hero in a Howard Hawks
Western. Even in the most fraught moments, he stays calm
and continues to joke about breaking Russian cosmonaut
Anatoly Solovyevs space-walk record.
Bullock, who has the most prominent role, blows away
memories of Miss Congeniality and various other
lightweight roles she has taken over the years with a
fearlessly intense performance. Her character is on her
first mission and doesnt want to show vulnerability. Her
gritty fight for survival is what gives the film its drama.
Bullock, we learn early, is a grieving mother but rather
than treat her loss as an excuse for despair, she uses the
memory of her daughter to drive her on. At first, Cuaron
was criticized for casting Bullock as a high achieving
astronaut, especially after being subjected to her whiny
tones in the films theatrical trailer so many times. Suffice
to say, she is utterly superb and carries the weight of the
film on her shoulders through large patches with aplomb.
Its amazing that twenty years after her character in Speed
she still continues to develop and grow as an actor. Gravity
has a short dream sequence and it is ironic that this is the
only scene in which we see characters talking together
without helmets. When debris from a Russian satellite
comes hurtling toward the astronauts, a sudden sense
of speed, violence and menace is introduced into a film
whose early scenes are notable for its abstract, ethereal
quality. In most thrillers, there is a constant interplay
between action and contemplative moments. Here, such
distinctions are often blurred. In space, everything seems
to slow down. In every scene, Cuaron gives us a sense of
awe and foreboding. The way he contrasts the spectacular
shots of space and of the Earth far below (cant beat
the view Clooneys wisecracks) with huge close-ups of
the panicked astronauts is unparalleled in cinema. For
all the technological sophistication of Gravity, the plot
itself is pared down and primal. Summing up, Gravity
is an awe-inspiring film, with originality and a level
of craftsmanship that leaves most other blockbusters
looking leaden.
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B
eing in the 21st century, with
all this advanced technology
and a literate population, we
still ask this question, Are Women
Safe? Especially in India? With
surveys and twenty four hour news
cycles showing what is happening
around us, it is time that the country
joins hands together and realizes
that Women are not safe by any
means in India. There are many
cases that have been reported and
many unreported about the torture
a woman undergoes, yet there has
been nothing done to change the law
or the system or the way a woman is
being looked at. Women have been
advancing, progressing and have
proved that they are good in many
fields be it sports, arts, science,
politics. A woman can stand on par
with what a man could do. Yet, she
still fights for equality. No matter
what, the traditional thoughts and
upbringing still lie cluttered in the
minds of men: Women should not
be placed above men, but below
them. It is sad that women are the
better halves of the society, yet they
are the ones who face the maximum
suffering in many ways in their
lives. Times have changed, yet our
attitude towards women has not.
Even today the educated society,
let alone villages where people are
uneducated, opts for abortions of the
girl child! The only reason they state
WOMENS SAFETY ?
is It is expensive to bring up a girl
child. How ridiculous? The system
has to be changed right from the
roots. When a girl child is born, the
first thought is that the parent has
to pay a dowry to get her married. In
this day and age, arent men and their
families ashamed to ask for dowries?
Do they survive on the money from
the brides house? From inside the
womb, till her death, a woman faces
danger throughout. In the womb, she
faces the chances of being killed, even
before seeing light of the day. After
birth, she faces the harsh brutalities
of molestation, abuse, physical and
mental torture and above all a heap
of workload, taking care of her career
and family and in old age being
abandoned by her children and still
being vulnerable to more brutalities
till death. What a life! One has to
understand, women are also human
beings. They have the same thoughts,
desires, and dreams and feel the same
pain that men feel. How could they
just be taken for granted? We all know
the Nirbhaya Rape Case. The most
brutal rape case ever heard. There
were nationwide protests, debates,
and candle lightings, everything done
by the public to punish the criminals.
More than a year has passed now
and what has happened? Has all the
frustration died down? The law has
done nothing severe in this case and
to add more shame, there have been
lawyers to defend these criminals!
It is high time the law changed with
regard to cases like these. There has
to be stringent punishments and fast
track courts to monitor these kinds
of cases. The basic understanding
that men and women are equal has
to start at the school level. Education
is a must for all. The government
has to come up with strategies
where every child gets education.
Respecting the opposite sex has to
be taught from the school level and
parents and teachers have to join
hands on this subject. With proper
understanding, exploitation can be
reduced to a great extent. Women are
not merely sex toys and child-bearing
machines, they are equally powerful,
emotional and a great companion for
men. Next is the judicial system that
has to change. Serious consideration
and changes in laws for these kinds
of brutality and exploitation has
to be brought about. Law should
neither favor some, nor be exploited
by others. Changes do not take place
soon or easily. But if each one of us
joins hands in every possible way,
we can start to make little changes
within our own family from today, it
would slowly spread and there would
be a better society that respects and
understands women, at least for the
next generation and generations to
come. Women could walk around
freely, without the fear of being
attacked anytime, anywhere.
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Kaushik.C.A
II ECE
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Sunday 9 p.m.
The Bedroom
Saint : - Hey slowpoke! You have lab tomorrow. Finish your record and observation!
El Diablo : - Shoot! You know what? You have enough time to do it. Why not watch a movie now and do it later?
Saint : - The movie just got OVER Doofus! Its nine. Start your work now.
El Diablo : - Dude, whats the hurry? It is just 9! Lets eat. I can smell those yummy Kuzhipaniyarams from the kitchen downstairs! Let us have
supper, relax for 10 minutes and then start on that observation.
Saint : - OK. But I am warning you. Its high time you started.
El Diablo : - Ok bro. I promise. Lets eat and then we will relax watching that movie and then we will start in an hour!
After about 4 hours
Saint : - Its one in the morning. We have wasted enough time. Lets burn the midnight oil and fnish it off!
El Diablo : - Dude, its past midnight. If we have any oil to burn, shouldnt it be the early morning oil?? (Saint: daaaaaaaaaaiiii). Alright, PJs
aside, do we have to? Lets sleep now. Sleep is important you know. Scientists have stated that you shouldnt sacrifce sleep for the
sake of studies. My health is more important.
Saint : - Lazy fellow, you should have thought of it before .We have A TON OF WORK to do. So move your sorry rear to the chair and start
with the work.
El Diablo : - Come on man! I am famished. Its not easy going to sleep after watching Basic Instinct. Let me sleep for 2 hours. I will wake up in
exactly 2 hours and fnish off that observation.
Saint : - Hmmph. Fine. Exactly 2 hours. Set 7 alarms else you wont wake up!
At 3:00 a.m. the alarm rings, 3:05 another one, 3:10 another and so on till 3:30 the fnal alarm rings. A violent blow sends it fying through the
air following which it lands on the foor with a heavy <CRASH>.
El Diablo : - Back to sleep man, we can do it in half an hour. Sleep for another hour or so.
Saint : - (says something that is inaudible).
The alarm to be reckoned with called Mom (and one that hits back) screams into the ear at 7am, probably waking up every sleeping amoeba in
the immediate vicinity.
Saint : - College starts in 2 hours! Hurry up slowpoke.
El Diablo : - To hell with attendance, bunk the frst hour. Lab only starts by the 2nd period. Why the hell do we have to do this? Cant we have lab
exams straight away or isnt the observation enough?
Saint : - Not cool bro! Dont bunk class.Get to the lab, stand like a buffalo and face the scolding like a true warrior.
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II ECE
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El Diablo : - Now thats just being lazy, come on lets get it done.
Saint : - So now I am the one thats lazy. Alright fatty. Bunk class and write your obsi. Lets see if you can fnish it faster than those
Kuzhipaniyarams that disappeared last night.
El Diablo : - On second thoughts do we need to bunk? Our attendance is low as it is. Lets write it in the class itself. I mean who is ever going to
fnd out?
Saint : - Dude! I have just one thing to say. Vini, Vidi, Get out!( I came, I saw, I got out)
El Diablo : - So, You know how not to do it.
Saint : - You never listen do you? Do what I say for once!
(El Diablo made a decision. The frst period was bunked without a trace of remorse. However, Rome wasnt built in a single hour)
Saint : - Get going and hope for the best. Maybe your record will go unchecked.
El Diablo : - Maybe, maybe not. Why take chances? Bunk it.
Saint : - Any more bunking and your lab attendance will be in the negative. Besides, do you want to write 10 other apology letters on top of
that observation? And wait outside the room for hours until you are shoved out? You really want that? Well do you? NO. Go to the
lab, attend it and hope fwor the best. I pray to god that our record goes unchecked.
Call it Karma, but no ones record was checked on that day in lab. Maybe people were too upset by the fact that a mega serial ended the previous
night.
El Diablo : - Great Scott! I have survived those three hours and returned unscathed. Never again will I procrastinate, I will fnish next weeks work
today itself, As soon as I reach home.
Saint : - Good. Now you understand the benefts of getting things done on time. Make sure that your observation is fnished for the next lab.
El Diablo : - On second thoughts, a new episode of Big Bang Theory will be out by now, lets check that out. I am eager to be rib tickled.
Saint : - Really, after all that happened today you still want to go with that?
El Diablo : - Why not? We still have a weeks time to fnish the observation so put a lid on it.
Saint :- Thats exactly what you said the last week, and the one before that, and the one before that!
El Diablo : - Well what happened today has really stressed me out. Gimme a break. You know, to let off some steam. Well do it soon.
Saint : - Are you sure about that? Will we?
El Diablo :- Yeah. Damn sure about it, I mean right after some Facebook scrolling and a few hours of gaming.
Saint : - Urgh! Whatever you say dummy!
A week later
Saint : - Dude you have lab tomorrow; start with your record and observation!
I am sure that many of us battle with situations like this every day. I am yet to fnd a solution to stop procrastination. If you fnd a solution that worked,
do tell me. I found one, but procrastinated from implementing it .
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D
o you use Gmail? I apologize,
that was a stupid question.
I am yet to find a person
who does not. It is convenient. Your
storage space increases day by day. It is
accessible from anywhere in the world.
All you need is a Web browser to read
mails, compose them and to send them,
all with just a few clicks. Arent the
miracles of technology wonderful?
Google Drive is an amazing piece
of software too. You can store your
files online and forget about them.
Regular backups of files are no longer
necessary. You can forget about having
to deal with data loss. Down with a
virus? Fear not! Wipe your hard disk
and download your files from the
cloud. Keep every piece of document
saved in an eternally persistent entity
(at least for the foreseeable future).
Have you ever wondered why there
are ads around your Gmail inbox? And
your Google search?
Of course, silly! Google has to make
money to survive and feeds its
employees. They place ads around your
inbox to generate income when you
see and sometimes click on them. But
was possible to predict if a customer
was pregnant (or a soon-to-be father).
Expecting couples are the perfect
customers for Target. Baby products
had high margins of profit. Expecting
couples and new parents tend to shop
at the same place as they spend too
much attention on the child to think
about alternative shopping centers.
Not only were they able to identify
pregnant women, in some cases they
knew about the pregnancy even before
their families did! The finding also
paved the road to higher profits as
expecting couples formed shopping
habits that would stick with them for
a long time even after giving birth to
their child.
When it comes to software, free
alternatives have always existed for
almost all consumer software. Free
Operating Systems, Document Editors,
and Anti-Virus software. Software
Companies learnt a difficult lesson
in business. You cant fight with free.
They had to either survive or get wiped
off the face of the Earth. Instead, they
found a better model. Instead of selling
products to the customer, the customer
himself becomes the product.
ever wondered how the ads match the
content of your mail? When Amazon
sends me promotions, I get ads giving
me discounts on online shopping. When
I receive a mail from a programming
group, I get ads hawking programming
courses and certifications. Uncanny?
Absolutely.
Welcome to the world where everything
is public record and nothing is private
.Corporations have learnt many things
about human behavior. One, we are
suckers for freebies. Two, we are highly
driven by our habits and preferences.
Isnt giving out things for free the very
antithesis of capitalism? And what do
habits have to do with profits? And
why is it that a company like Google,
that gives you all its software for free,
ends up being more profitable than
Coca Cola?
Over the years, corporations and
businesses have invested a lot of
money in figuring out how the human
brain works. One famous example of
the application of behavioral analysis
can be taken from Target, a retail
chain in the USA. A few inquisitive
people at Target wanted to know if it
Habits in Profits
Profits in Habits
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Search engines realized this very early
during the dot com boom of the 90s.
When someone googles for jewelry or
auto parts, chances are that they might
be looking for specific parts to buy. Or
say, you are looking to buy a computer
and you google some models. What if
I offer you tempting deals on certain
laptops and you make an impulsive
decision to buy them? Search engines
capitalized on this impulse and sold
advertising space based on keywords.
Free for users, yet sustainable for the
business. However this only takes you
so far. But can this business model be
improved?
The lack of identity and verifiability
on the Internet makes it a Wild West
of Ponzi schemes. We tend to be very
suspicious of web ads and cautious of
buying stuff online from unfamiliar
sellers. So instead of clearly marked
ads, they were incorporated into
search results, making the ads more
organic, i.e., results that match your
search query instead of being just
ads. Results were customized based
on the individual preferences of
users, making the ads look even more
organic. Try logging into Google and
then performing a search based on a
keyword from different accounts. You
might be in for a surprise.
Someone once said that to truly
understand a man, take a look at his
search history.
We have a false sense of security that
nobody knows what we search for
online and no, the incognito mode is
no different. To companies like Google
and Facebook, your data is worth its
weight in gold. The modus operandi
of todays web companies is subtlety.
As mentioned before, people prefer
organic results to deliberately placed
ads. While that may work on a search
engine; a social networking site is
much different. Your feed is filled with
updates from friends and families. An
ad in your feed is akin to a pig in a
pond. This is where your history and
habits come into play.
Your entire private life is published
online, for anyone to scrutinize and
analyze. With access to a billion such
accounts, Facebook targets you with
the ads you want to see, and the pages
you like subconsciously. The best part
is that you dont even realize you are
being targeted. Facebook has allegedly
sold such private data to corporations
so that they can mine the data and
target users for their ads. Twitter is
slowly integrating ads into your tweet
feed to generate revenue, now that it
has gone public. Google has been doing
that for ages, placing ads in your inbox
and Google+ feed. All this is just solely
for profits.
I am not here to dispute about the
morality of such actions. There is no
such thing as a free lunch. Companies
cant expect to be in business if they
give away their products with no
strings attached. The point here is that
we are defined more by our habits
than we think. We all think that we are
unique and that each and every one
of us is different; that we live and act
rationally. However, hard data proves
otherwise. Our emotions rule us. We
take intuitive decisions that have no
basis in logic. No one is to blame. Our
brains have evolved in such a way, over
billions of years. As someone rightly
said, we are not thinkers who evolved
from animals, but animals that evolved
to think.
Govindarajan. N
IV MSc SE
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Life hasnt given them everything but is it all they deserve ?
Jefrina Charles
II IT
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M
other Teresa she taught us charity. She
gave all that was hers. In fact, she gave
herself to the destitute. Many a times weve
have wondered how such a beautiful lady could give
up everything just to serve the people who didnt even
belong to her country! A few months ago, we realized
how even a little good deed for those whom we call
the poor could bring so much happiness. An eternal
happiness, the joy no material comfort could ever bring.
Experiencing this weird happiness (yes, weird) made
us realize that it ought to be shared. We felt that this
happiness ought to be spread amongst CITians and we
came up the idea for Joy of Giving Week.
This concept of the celebration of the joy of giving
started out in the United Kingdom seven years ago. We
Indians started this celebration in 2009. This year we
aimed to start this proud tradition in CIT too.
With the blessings of our college officials, staff and
students we started out with short listing a few
organizations in and around Coimbatore. For a project
that started out as a conversation two girls had one
evening, JOG has been received with enthusiasm by
the students and the staff. Clothes, footwear, books,
stationeries, money, toys, and blankets were given to
us.
All of us, at least at one point in our lives have thought
What have I got to give when I barely have enough
to get through myself? The JOG has its genesis in the
premise that most of us do possess an inherent need to
reach out and to share. However, caught up in the day
to day routine of our life, we often forget or have no
time to reach out to help. Rushed as we are, we often
keep putting off all that we would like to do: clean the
closet to give away what we no longer use, postpone the
trip to the neighboring NGO that runs a centre teaching
underprivileged children where we would like to get
involved, make time to help the sweeper or the maid
or the watchman with their bank accounts or their
childs education or accompany them to the doctor,
forget to sign the cheque for a charitable hospital. All
this because we procrastinate, or are not confident or
simply do not know where to begin.
The beauty of charity is that we dont have to be rich
or possess a lot to donate. Even the smallest of gifts can
bring joy and if even that is impossible, we can still give
ourselves. We can donate our time, our talents and our
knowledge. It was once said that permanent joy results
when you give away your last penny. Most of us are
obsessed with appearances, intelligence, money and
power, but in the end all that matters is the number of
lives that we have touched.
There is no happiness in having or in getting, but only
in giving.
With the Joy of Giving Week, we attempted to do just
what the quote advocates, that is, to bring happiness
into ones own life and enrich that of others by giving,
giving in abundance. Each one of us can give, no gift
is too big or too small or too mean. In fact there is no
meanness associated with giving. The very act of giving
elevates us to a higher plane which is why one supposes
that there is a feeling of joy!
The visit to the orphanages and the old age homes were
humbling. Children and adults alike were overwhelmed
when they received the donations. The day was filled
with smiles, smiles of joy, smiles of satisfaction, smiles
of love and smiles of gratitude on both sides. Their
gratitude and their prayers for our well being all but
made us walking bundles of joy and the bonds that
were formed that day will stay with us for the rest of
our lives very much like their love.
Weve all been taught to share as children. The fact that
joy accompanies giving is one that we usually learn as
children and forget along the way. It is time to learn
this lesson again, and the celebrations of the JOG in our
college, has reminded us and all the CITians that.
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screams the alarm at 7:15 AM. Damn
this alarm! My Prince Charming was
kneeling to give me red roses. I slam the
alarm into the snooze mode and go back
to sleep. In two minutes, an alarm goes
off again. This time I throw a pillow at
my roommate and yell at her to silence it
as I get back to my dreams. When I open
my eyes, it is not my Prince Charming
looking tenderly at me but my roomie,
yelling at me to get off my bed and dress
up for class. We rush through our daily
chores and thanks to my comrade in
arms, we end up on time for the first
hour.
Over these months spent together, we
have come to know each other in and
out. We have become so attuned to each
others perspectives that we pool our
strengths and cover up our weaknesses.
Nurtured by our parents and sheltered
by their warmth, as we step into the
phase that decides the course of our
lives, we get separated from them to
proceed in our chosen paths. Being in a
hostel does make you homesick initially,
but after a while you also enjoy the
taste of freedom and the weight of the
responsibilities thrust upon you.
We should have bagged the best
management award for adjusting with
the cramped space that is available
to each of us in our Jannat. Every
nook and corner is littered with our
belongings. In the chaos of our room, it
is quite impossible to find anything in a
time of need; though they miraculously
appear later in the place where you
least expect them to be. The best part
of the comradeship is the sense of
sharing. Sharing starts with very basic
things such as soap, combs and slowly
extends to sharing financial problems,
mobile chargers, dresses, slippers and
sometimes even the stinking socks.
Along with the materialistic articles
we also share our feelings, joys, our
secret crushes and even some funny
encounters with the staff. Trust becomes
the very essence of our relationship.
Amidst the morning chaos we usually
skip breakfast. Lunch, though, is
depressing with its watery Sambar and
half- boiled rice; hardly appetizing. On
the other hand, if the food were from
a restaurant we would, like snarling
animals, have pounced on the food
forgetting our table manners, clawing
at each others necks. For every
achievement small or large (even for a
zero in mid-semester), we hail a treat at
the bonda stall- a yummy snack for the
eve.
During the class hours, with my sleep
only half done, it is impossible for my
eyes to stay open and thus, I slip into
my dream world. Unable to withstand
my yawning, my teacher usually throws
me out. But before I get thrown out of
the class, I pull my roommate out too.
Having involuntarily bunked our classes,
we trudge back to our Jannat. We cheer
ourselves up with a snack and hit the
bed. Evening comes and with it we go on
a mini shopping spree. Being on a very
low budget, often I end up burning a
hole in my roomies pocket. During the
mid - semesters, the divide and study
strategy always pays off. During this
time of the year, your roommate appears
to be very resourceful to you. Copying
assignments and record work become a
part and parcel of our daily routine.
The night time is the most happening
time in the hostel. After dinner my
comrades will be busy with their daily
gossip or having serious discussion
regarding technical stuff with their
boyfriends. This busy schedule is
followed by a late night movie, a pillow
fight, or the cake cutting ceremony of a
friends birthday (During Podhumathu
or public display of affection, your
roommate will pulverize you the
hardest. Mind it!). After this tiring day it
is time to hit the hay. Its around 1 AM .
My prince charming, here I come!
Aashika. K
II Civil
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ALL I ASK FOR IS RESPECT AND LIBERATION,
I SCREAM! I SHOUT! I CRY!
BUT ALL MY WAILS GO UNHEARD
BECAUSE... I AM BURIED ALIVE.
I TOOK BIRTH TO BE KILLED. I AM JUST A DREAM.
They nurtured me, gave me an education, showed
me passion and taught me to dream. Why? So that I
can never follow them? I am incarcerated. I only see
walls around me. Neither a door to step through nor
a window to peep through.
I run behind people. A slave, fulfilling their needs,
nodding at their wishes and in return all I receive
is heartbreak. I am not wet clay that you can mold
every time, as you desire. I was born neither to be a
maid nor a dog. It was not my wish. I did not choose
this! I was forced to inject this into my blood. I doubt
if I was born for myself or others.
They say religion, culture and your surroundings
judge you based on who you are. NO!! They dont
judge, rather they make you what they WANT you to
be. You take me for granted. I am considered the most
delicate of all the creatures. NO!! I am not delicate, you
make me appear weak.
MEN, you never let me out. Why? Because you think
I will be unsafe? You think you care for me? NO!! You
dont. You care only about your image and your status
which might be shattered if my most dangerous
nightmare gets manifested. If you really cared, you
would have made me strong and taught me defense
and self-protection.
You burst my bubble, ruin my desire and shackle me.
Why? Because I committed the nefarious crime of
taking birth as a GIRL?
All I ask you is to let me free. I am human too. Let me at
least decide when to take my breath.
Breaking
Free
Priya Surana
IV CSE
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The street lights were flickering. I shivered as I strode
along the lonely lane at one past midnight. I loved the
feel of the cold air on my face. Bach was blaring through
my earphones. After walking nearly a block, I reach a
lonely road. It wasnt exactly a road. It was more of a
narrow clearing, hardly a foot wide, with cornfields on
either side. I have watched a lot of horror movies and
probably that is the reason I wasn't intimidated much.
This field seemed to have witnessed numerous snakes,
and of course, snake-bites. People have seen large
cobras and kraits slither in and out of the greens. And
why do I assume that one of them wont slither out of the
bushes right now?
My thoughts grew wild, but I did not give up or beat a
hasty retreat. I wanted to take the chance. I wanted to
seek thrill. I took the path.
I heard a tiny hiss behind me, and my heart skipped a
beat. I couldn't see what it is, and did not want to turn
back. Oh no! My worst fears have come true, in the form
of a perilous serpent. This creature could kill me any
second and my agility is no match for it. Yet, my obtuse
instinct remained numb and frozen, and gave me no
further commands.
After what seemed like forever, my adrenaline kicked
in and I started running! (Though, I knew it wouldnt
help). Suddenly, I heard footsteps following me and it
was definitely not an echo,rather a steady thumping on
the ground. I am being followed. Not by a snake but by
a human! Well, how on earth could I presume it to be
a human? Did I see him? No! I shook off my thoughts,
I had to look back. There was that hiss again and the
footsteps grew louder. I ran faster, but then it was no
longer a hiss. It was more like a howl, a low moan,
maybe a growl, a sound of thirst, blood thirst? What
if I am being followed by a werewolf or a vampire? No.
The possibilities were remote. Werewolves didnt exist.
What if it was a ghost? But, I heard footsteps, right?
Ghosts didnt have legs. So, summing up, I heard the
hiss of a snake, and the footsteps of a man. What if it
was a snake-man? What the hell is snake man? I am
going insane! perfectly insane!!
My lungs felt like they might burst any second. I had to
stop running. I breathed in short heavy gulps. I jerked
to a halt. I knew I was going to be attacked, and didnt
want to be attacked from behind. I had to face the
interloper. I slowly turned back and there was nothing.
I should not be relieved. Not yet, because, I have lost my
way and I am now standing in the middle of nowhere. I
hardly noticed my way while sprinting, as my only aim
was to evade my pursuer. Maybe I am standing in his
territory now, maybe he succeeded in bringing me into
his arena. I am the stalkers victim. He was waiting to
make his move.
I realized that I had lost my mobile, earphones, and
also my mind during the sprint. I was helpless and try
shouting for help. It didn't. The cold night time wind
blew stronger, I know the Snake will come for me. I will
wait. I kneel onto the parched ground, and begin to
wait.
After an annoyingly long delay, my fears fade. I yelled
Hey! Come on, face me if you can. Let me see how
strong you really are!" The reply was another gust of
wind. Exasperated, I collapse onto the ground. I badly
need sleep. Snake will find me in the morning. My fatigue
blacked out all my thoughts.
The next morning I woke up to find myself lying on my
comfortable bed. Huh? What? Was that just another
nightmare? But it was way too realistic. My pillows
were damp, suggesting that I had perspired heavily. I
recollected my dream, over and over. I was thinking of
the snake. What a weird dream I had. Strange!!
All my thoughts shattered with my mom's shrill scream
followed by the clang of a falling vessel. I leapt out of
bed, ran outside and found my mom petrified, standing
in a puddle of milk. Facing her was a black Cobra, seven
feet long. It was partly coiled with its head up in the
air, and was baring its deadly fangs. I was traumatized.
Was it a mere coincidence?? I dont know. I dont want
to know...
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The Stalkers victim
Shriya Venkatesh
IV MSc SE
35
Sitcom
Krithin S
II ECE
36
E
ven in the most depressing of circumstances, a good joke will always lighten our hearts a little.
Situational Comedies or Sitcoms, as they are popularly known, portray the element of humour
found in the lives of people.
Sitcoms date back to the times when radio was a prominent source of entertainment. Radio
sitcoms were limited only by the sound department and the listeners imagination. Characters
could travel from the city to the beach in seconds, with just a bit of narration and some
appropriate sound effects to set the mood.
A Sitcom is different from your usual crime shows, sci-fi shows and your average anime. In sitcoms, the concept of
a protagonist is absent. The sitcoms often introduce a cast of interesting characters. While some storylines might
be packed or might carry a moral, the laughter is always there. These shows deal with the lives of people who lead
ordinary lives, the fun they have together, their achievements, the memorable moments in their lives and the silly
stuff they are a part of. Most of the sitcoms have one character in the group whose character is totally unique like
Dr. Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory or Barney Stinson from How I met your mother. People often
bore their friends by quoting their favourite character and I am no exception.
No Tamil kid can deny enjoying Chinna Pappa Periya Pappa while growing up. The whimsical acts of M.S.Bhaskar,
as Pattabi, were one of the highlights of the show. It is a pity that none of the current crop of shows being telecast is
a tenth as funny as the two Pappas.
The Big Bang Theory is one of my favourites. It revolves around the lives of four nerds. These four people are co-
workers at Caltech, Americas CIT. The story starts with the physicists Leonard, Sheldon, Raj and their engineer friend
Howard meeting their new neighbour Penny, an aspiring actress and a part time waitress. A clash of outlooks on life
ensues, resulting in a ton of awkward situations which are pretty hilarious.
The characters quirks are what people love about them. Raj is an astro-physicist from India, he cant talk to women
unless he is drunk and Sheldon is an amazingly brilliant theoretical physicist with an abnormally high IQ but has
great difficulties in understanding sarcasm, human psychology etc. Each episode sends you bursting with laughter
and those of us who memorized our higher secondary textbooks cover to cover have finally found some use for it.
How I Met Your Mother is another series which can crack your rib bones by making you laugh and laugh. The story is
centred on Ted Mosby and his circle of friends. It is about his journey in search of his soul mate. The story begins as a
narration by Ted to his children and hence the title How I Met Your Mother. The pop culture references and parodies
make this one of the cleverest shows ever to be telecast. Even the tiniest of details has been meticulously taken care
of. So my friends the next time you feel bored, give this a whirl. To quote Barney, It will legen wait till you watch
it dary
The main reason for the success of these shows is the uniqueness of their premise and the fact that we can relate
to the characters making us empathetic and involved in their trials and tribulations. This psychological association
with characters makes us enjoy these shows to the core, the rib-tickling comedy that these shows deliver are simply
magical.
My friends, the next time you feel down in the dumps try watching one of these. Youll feel better in no time. Let me
warn you though, Never start a season of any of these sitcoms if you have an exam the day after. If you still want to do
it Do it! But remember I have informed you thusly!
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W
e all have dreamt of visiting Allepey from
the day we watched Kartik woo Jesse
in Vinnaithaandi Varuvaya. A few of my
friends and I had a chance to visit this much-hyped,
much-reviewed retreat in Kerala. Being the hole-in-
the-pocket gang we were, we negotiated with the travel
agent and agreed upon a price that would ensure that
we didnt get thrown out of our own houses. But the
catch was that we had to pay the dealer in advance
using net banking. Having no other choice and praying
fervently that we werent being defrauded by a clever
scammer, we paid and until the moment we set our eyes
upon the hotel, we were uneasy. But it turned out to be
much ado about nothing as the agent was genuine and
the trip was comfortable enough taking into account
the price paid.
We started from Coimbatore in a Kerala State Transport
bus braving the jagged-edged bars and the moth
infested covers and reached Allepey in the morning.
Having a few hours to kill before the boat ride, we hung
out at one of the beaches. The breeze and the sand
were exquisite. We have all heard Allepeys beaches
described in glowing terms but none do it the justice
they deserve. Like every typical male of bat-bearing
age, we played cricket on the beach to pass the time.
We then let the CITian in us loose on a typical Malabar
breakfast: The all time favourite puttu, kondaikadalai,
aapam with the delicious egg curry!
The boat itself was aesthetically pleasing with posh
furnishing. It was a four bedroom air-conditioned boat.
Greeted in true Malayali fashion with a coconut drink,
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we set out to sail through the waters. During our journey, we were surprised to see some
houses at the quay. Their only possible means of transport was by water. Almost everyone
in Allepey had a boat. We wondered if there would be traffic during peak hours and how the
traffic lights would be changed.
The boat then stopped for lunch at a fish market. We had perfectly fried prawns and kadlakadla.
The captain let us take turns steering the boat. It was quite different and it required a lot of
strength to turn the wheel even a bit. We realized that every job in the world had its own
challenges and that you need skills to do it.
In the evening, the boat was anchored off at an island. We went ashore and reached an
Ayurvedic massage center. We were provided with brochures on massage therapy. It was one
of the best massages we ever had. We came out feeling as if every bone in our body was made
of rubber!
We had a pleasant conversation with the boatman who told us that the stars were nothing but
small diamonds that were pasted upon the sky and in that moment and under that sky on the
river, the boatman seemed to be one of the wisest philosophers ever born.
We retired to bed having thoughts of the delightful scenes we had seen through the day, not
one thought was spared to the plaster-cracked walls and the fan-less rooms to which we had
to return to. Even then, returning to CIT had its own charm. But such splendor will always be
in our memories.
John Pradeep S & Ramkumar A & Moses AnandRaj A
IV Mechanical
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``
There she was cute and sweet
Like a Queen,
The moment I saw her
Never have I ever been in love so true;
With red top, high heels, loose hair too,
Looked incredibly beautiful, did she,
Pretty face and soothing voice, did she,
Never have I ever been in love so true;
I know not what I saw in her,
She sat near me in the theater,
The atheist in me became a believer,
Thanking Him for bringing me to the theater
Never have I ever been in love so true;
She gave hotness a new meaning,
Every breath I took was meant for her,
Never have I ever been in love so true;
Her lipstick was glistening,
My heart and mind were partitioning,
But all I could was
Watch the popcorn turn red,
Never have I ever been in love so true;
Her mobile rung,
My heart just hung;
She seemed to not care about anything
And she was talking something;
Her nails were like spines
Which made me think she was mine;
Never have I ever been in love so true;
Just before the movie started
There came a boy in a blue jean
Who looked like Mr. Bean,
He sat to her left
She sat to my left;
The movie started
And darkness prevailed;
After sometime I turned left,
My heart burst
The Bean and Queen were westernizing
It was agonizing
To see Beans lip bleed red
No other choice,
The believer betrayed;
My heart adrift
Then she went in a car called Swift
Never have I ever been in hate so true
The teenagers heart was lost in the clouds,
And there was a huge crowd;
There was another cute and sweet,
With pink top, high heels, loose hair too,
Never have I ever been in love so true.
GONE
Uthresh. G
I Chemical
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Were young and were scared. Why are we so scared? So paralyzed? We swallow our words, we care about what other
people think and we look to others for approval. How did we end up like this? Weve been bullied and pushed into a mould
that has already been created by our peers and we are forced to live by it. How did we get here? How did we change from
being kids, active all day to what we are now: moaning, sighing and complaining our way through the day? So far, the adult
world has been pretty disappointing.
Most of us would love to step out of the well-trodden path of engineering. But what else is there to do? we ask. Doesnt
it strike you as weird that we spend years and years getting an education on handling the world and yet make no effort to
learn about ourselves, what we can do and what were capable of? The funny part is, most of us wont even read unless there
is an exam in sight which is just us reproaching ourselves into catching up to the societys norms.
Well, there is always the option of being different. They might call us fools, albeit happy ones. Happy fools are productive
because they actually believe they can do anything they set their minds to. In their eyes, they cant fail. And when they dont
succeed, they simply look at it as a slight delay; theyll catch the next flight if they have to. Happy people fail less because they
get discouraged less. They believe in themselves more than unhappy people because unhappy people surround themselves
with their misfortunes, their feelings of sorrow, their stress and their unhappiness.
So, being different is okay. Different is good. It is okay to say no to the usual norms because the society focuses at what
you do and how you do it, when it should be focusing on the end result: being happy. We should be taught that happiness
matters. We should be taught that pursuing our passion isnt the worst idea. We should be taught that settling for anything
less than greatness is a waste of time. Most of us forget this, but life is just plain awesome when we are chasing our dreams.
So stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do what you want now. Take risks. This life is yours. When are you ever going to realize
you can do whatever you want?
The Vagaries of the
Modern soul
Nandhini. A
II IT
41
The land of the Hill People
I
ndia is a land of
diversity, where
cultures and thoughts,
races and religions,
languages and castes
intermingle. Even with
such diversity, the North
Eastern part of India, the seven sister states, bestowed
with the beauty of nature is one waiting to be discovered.
So different is the culture and tradition from the rest of
India that each state has its own unique story to tell!
When it comes to India as a whole, we know that each
region has its own distinct culture as each and every one
of these areas had been under the rule of various empires
and dynasties such as the Mughals, Cholas, Mauryans, etc.
at various points in time. Despite the differences, there are
also plenty of similarities across such regions. But when it
comes to the North East, almost all the areas have never
been under the rule of such empires or dynasties. Hence
these regions were barely influenced by the cultures and
traditions of mainland India. It was only under the British
rule that the North East and the rest of India came under
one rule.
Spare a glance at what makes this place so unique.
Mizoram, is often known as the abode of clouds, the land
of the Lushai hills and the term Mizo denotes a hill tribe.
Mizoram shares its border with Tripura, Manipur, Assam
and with the neighboring countries like Bangladesh and
Burma. The Mizo Hills became a part of the British India in
1895 when it was formed as a district in Assam and then
was made a Union territory in 1972 and finally became
a full-fledged state in 1987. The capital of Mizoram is
Aizawl, the largest city in the state and comprises of 7
other smaller districts. The magnificent hills covered by
an enormous sea of clouds are a visual treat.
The social life of the Mizos has undergone a tremendous
change over the past years. The Mizos were once under the
governance of warring Mizo clan chiefs and were basically
animists, worshiping the sun, forests, animals and spirits.
The largest lake Rih Dil is a serene looking lake which
was believed to be the passage through which the souls
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of the departed ones travelled in the Pre-Christian era.
After the Christian missionaries arrived in Mizoram with
the gospel of Jesus Christ, a majority of the Mizos became
Christians. Christian missionaries developed an alphabet
for the language, teaching the people how to read and
write. In spite of the late start, today Mizoram is the
second most literate state in the country.
Being a close knit society with no class distinctions, the
Mizos often gather together and much of the social life
revolves around the church. The Mizo code of ethics,
known as Tlawmngaihna meaning that it is the obligation
of all the members of the society to be hospitable, kind,
unselfish, and helpful to others. This invariably comes
from the moral of self-sacrifice for the service of others
and probably stems from the old Mizo saying Helping a
friend in need even to the point of death, and people who
uphold this saying are considered to be the true heroes of
the society.
The cuisine consists of three main meals a day. Breakfast
consists of rice, dal and leafy vegetables locally called
Bai, which is quite heavy compared to the breakfast we
eat in the rest of India like Dosa, Puri, Idly, etc. Lunch is
usually light followed by light snacks and tea. Dinner again
tends to be heavy with Rice and the other dishes. Bamboo
shoots and sticky rice is a local favorite.
Mizos enjoy singing and music is an essential part of
the cultural life. The famous bamboo dance known as
Cheraw is one of the most important and popular dances
of the state.
Coming to this side of the country, a few of the many
questions that Im often asked are, Where are you from?,
Which country do you belong to? or Whats the name of
your currency?. I am not surprised, having features that
are totally different from mainland Indians, that I am often
considered a foreigner. The problem most Mizos and other
Northeasterners face is racial abuse in other parts of the
country because of the mongoloid features and difference
in the traditions and dressing sense. Most Indians are now
aware of this diversity in our nation. Nonetheless, it is
sad indeed that even today, 65 years into our Republic we
still split ourselves based on our language, our state, our
region and our race. Let us hope that we can live up to the
Indian spirit. Let us celebrate our differences.
Candy Lalrempuii
IV CSE
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between
&
44
W
hen we first set foot in the college, we
all dream of becoming popular, of being
adored and praised. After all, who wouldnt
love being the center of attraction, being the person that
everyone loves, the person everyone looks upto and the
person everyone wants to be. But unfortunately, this
desire for popularity is a result of a misconception.
Whenever you walk in the college, youd sure to hear
a group of people calling a single person Gethu or
Mass or Thala. I have always wanted to know what
that meant and who that person really was. After all
these years in college, I have reached a conclusion.
All these people who have these tags are just a bunch
of wannabes. They want everyone to know their
names; they live their lives for others and sadly not for
themselves. Let us accept the fact that being popular
in college is cool. But what really matters is that the
popularity should be out of genuine respect and not
because of what is commonly referred to as vetti
scene.
There are a number of ways these guys; these vetti
scenes try to become popular. They start off by
unbuttoning the first button of their shirts and based
on the success of this bone-headed maneuver that may
become the first two buttons or the first three buttons.
I believe it is okay to publicly display your pumped up
chest after all the time and effort you put into shaping
it at the gym. But the mall or the beach would be the
appropriate place to do so. In the classroom though,
such behaviour is intolerable and is disrespectful to the
teachers and the college environment as a whole.
Next, if they own a car or a bike, they rev their engines,
they remove their silencers and make a racket when
classes are going on all around them. They tend to
drive about at very high speeds, as if our college roads
are some sort of a race track and they are Narain
Karthikeyan reborn, so that they steal glances from
girls! Yeah they do look at you, but with annoyance and
call it Vetti Bandha. Showing off with cars had lost its
appeal the moment Tata launched the Nano.
This is my pet peeve. These wannabes use college
events like Dramatics club events and Technovation
showdowns as a stage to show off their heroism. They
come to the auditorium fully inebriated and attempt
to get to the centre of the auditorium to dance and
fight, just to gather attention. I am sorry to say that the
majority are not attracted but are totally disgusted by
your actions! Worst of all , they tend to get involved
in all sorts of fights to display of their macho-ism
and authority leading to broken bones, suspensions,
disgrace and sometimes even Law Enforcement
involvement. While the influential might get away
with these acts, the rest unfortunately have to face the
consequences of their actions, permanently scarring
their reputation inside and outside the college.
It is pretty easy to identify these wannabes. Go to a
public place where people gather like the parking lot,
the stores or the canteen. This so called Gethu person
will be sitting on a bike or a slab with his cohorts
gathered around him, patronizing and eagerly waiting
for his orders as if he were Barack Obama.
I believe that real gethu is not about people praising you
to your face but people praising you behind your back.
To become that person, you should not be a big time
bully or someone who simply preys on the weaklings.
The real Gethu is the one who is ambitious and works
hard to achieve his goals, be it dancing, quizzing, sports,
academics or research. They are humble and respectful
of others as true knowledge brings about humility in
people. They respect their peers, juniors and staff
and do not display arrogance or strut around with a
condescending attitude. The next time you try to show
off in front of people, think for a moment about what
their reactions will be once you leave them.
A few of you might ask me the question, Who are you
to differentiate between Gethu and Vetti Banda? Well
to be brutally frank, I was one of them, the wannabes.
Experience though has knocked some sense into my
head. If you guys ever wonder how the world looks
from this side of the river, trust me guys the grass on
the other side is definitely greener!
Vishnu Prabhu Raaja
IV Mechanical
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I
grew up in the 90s when India was experiencing a major
surge in economic activity due to the liberalisation of the
economy. We were gaining confidence and strength to
compete at a global level. This also coincided with the rise
of arguably the greatest generation of cricketers that our
nation has ever seen. Like our burgeoning economy, they had
a strong foundation, a lot of hunger and most importantly-
they dreamt big. Yes this was the Sachin-Dravid-Ganguly-
Kumble-Laxman-Srinath era of Indian cricket.
Each of these greats played enormous roles in our march
to success. However, this article is a tribute to The Little
Master and The Wall. I was initially asked to write a eulogy
for Sachin Tendulkar alone, but, being an ardent cricket lover,
I could not allow myself to deny the space that Rahul Dravid
has always been denied throughout his career.
THE BOY GENIUS
The year is 1989, India is still not a liberalised economy and
the Ambassador from Hindustan Motors is the most common
car on roads. Indians only pride, the national cricket team, is
on a tour to Pakistan. In this squad, amidst greats like Kapil
Dev, Vengsarkar, etc. we have a curly haired sixteen-year old
from the Maidaans of Bombay in the squad whose voice had
still not broken. The boy was Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar.
THE GENIUS AND THE PERFECTIONIST
The news of his genius reached the nation long before he
broke into the national team. His record partnership with
Vinod Kambli in a school match, his century on debut in the
Ranji and Irani Trophy when he was no more than fifteen
spoke for themselves.He began staying away from his parents
at the age of 13. He played for 12 hours a day and went to
sleep at eight on the floor of the dining room because he just
had no energy left to have dinner. His extraordinary passion
for what he did kept his body going and that is what all great
achievers have in common- they have a phenomenal passion
and desire for what they do. However, facing the likes of Imran
Khan, Wasim Akram and Waqar Younis on cold mornings with
seaming pitches in Pakistan was a whole different level. He
did not score big on that tour, but the world had seen glimpses
of true genius. On the fourth test, after being knocked off by a
bouncer from Imran, he refused to retire hurt and went on to
score a fifty with a blood soaked shirt. Sachin had announced
himself on the international stage.
It was not long before his maiden test century on his first
tour to England at Old Trafford when he was just 17 years
and 112 days old going on to save the test match. He proved
he could handle overseas conditions very well. He then faced
the greatest challenge in any cricketers career, a tour Down
Under. He scored a hundred at the worlds most seaming pitch
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at Perth against a fiery Merv Hughes and Craig McDermott
while the entire batting order collapsed around him. A young
Ganguly sitting in the dressing room as an extra still feels that
this was the best Tendulkar test century.
Tendulkar loved his time away from the crease, be it bowling
or fielding. He seemed to enjoy it like it was a release from
the strain of true responsibility. His athletic catch at Lords
was a brilliant running effort. And not to forget his last over
in the Hero Cup Semi-Final at Kolkata where he restricted
South Africa to only 3 runs when they needed 6 to win.
It was in Auckland during an ODI when he requested the
team management to let him open the batting that everyone
was left stunned by what they saw. He scored 82 off 49
deliveries, a scoring rate unreal in those times, and invented
a new approach to playing ODI cricket.He soon became the
backbone of the Indian batting line up and notched up a
brilliant performance in the 1996 Wills World Cup scoring
523 runs.
Tendulkar is a victim of himself and so powerful is the impact
that adoring followers hyperventilate around him, like I
am while writing this article. We all remember the Desert
light is only the trigger. I start taking the run before I have played the ball and
my runner cannot do that. This was his level of understanding of the game that
something neither you nor I can ever understand.
THE GENTLEMAN WHO BUILT THE WALL
My very first memory of Rahul Dravid was when my father took me and my
brother to watch the 2nd Test between India and South Africa at the Chinnaswamy
Stadium (Bangalore) during the year 2000. Sachin has always been my God
when it comes to cricket, but he was never my role model in the real sense. You
cant strive to be a Sachin Tendulkar, just like how you cant strive to be a Mozart
or a Picasso. But, you can strive to become a Rahul Dravid. He was the middle-
class boy next door who strived hard to manage his academics and his sports,
never giving up on the other. He had a rare combination of technical excellence,
mental toughness and emotional restraint.
Strom at Sharjah where he scored back to back centuries
against Australia to the extent that Shane Warne started
having nightmares in his sleep. But, he has given us so
many more memorable performances that wouldnt easily
fit in this article. To name a few: the brilliant 136 against
Pakistan at Chepauk in 99, the century against Kenya in the
99 World Cup after the demise of his father, the 98 he scored
by slaughtering Shoaib Akthar in 03 World Cup, his self-
disciplined 241* at Sydney where he did not play one shot on
the off side, his 103* at Chepauk chasing 387 against England
after the Mumbai Terror attack, the 146 at Cape Town in 2011
when his powers were questioned, etc.
We can have endless discussions over his performances and
each one of us will have our own favourites. But, it was his
extraordinary grasp of the game that made him a true legend.
For example, Tendulkar was asked why he did not have a
runner during the 2003 World Cup when he was suffering from
terrible cramps. He said, for one, he had never had a runner in
his life. And importantly, he said if he had a runner, the runner
would always be two yards behind him. He explained that
before he has even played the ball he has already, in his mind,
taken the first stride forward. Only he knows how slowly
he has played the ball and only he knows where the ball is
meant to go, because he has put it there. The runner would
not understand his thought process. By this time Tendulkar
would have gone 3 yards down the pitch. Interestingly, the
person asking this question was Ravi Shastri who has played
a fair bit of international cricket himself. Tendulkar asked
Ravi, Do you think Schumacher starts when he sees the fifth
light? No. Schumacher starts when he sees the first light. The
race has already begun in his mind at the first light. The fifth
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Dravid got his chance at Lords in 1996 and came up with a
brilliant 96 on debut, just 4 short of getting his name on the
Lords honours board. It was not an easy start for him in the
international stage and he had a tumultuous 2 years to start
with. It took a while before he cemented his spot at number
3 which is now defined by him. His 376 run partnership with
Laxman against Waughs Australia in Kolkata sparked the
birth of a new era in Indian cricket, and there was no looking
back. He became the spine of the Indian batting order ever
since. Highlighting individual performances is something
my role model wouldnt approve of, but I have to list a few
for my own satisfaction: 180 v/s Australia at Kolkata(2001);
148 v/s England at Headingley (2002)- Indias first win in
England in 16 years; 233 and 72* v/s Australia at Adelaide
(2003)- Indias first victory in Australia in 23 years; 270 v/s
Pakistanat Rawalpindi (2004); 81 and 68 v/s West Indies at
Kingston(2006)- on a ruthless bouncy track in Sabina Park;
103* v/s England at Lords(2011)- 16 years after his debut.
Rahul Dravid has always been the true Gentleman, on and off
the field. This is probably another reason why he is a role model
to so many like me. Gentlemanliness is often misunderstood.
Ed Smith, a former England cricketer, once wrote on Dravid
and his gentlemanliness. He said, The real gentleman doesnt
run around flattering everyone in sight, he makes sure he
fulfils his duties and obligations without drawing attention to
himself or making a fuss. Gentlemanliness is as much about
restraint as it is about appearances. Above all, a gentleman
is not only courteous, he is also constant: always the same,
whatever the circumstances or the company.
He would have been a much more celebrated legend if he
wasnt in the Sachin Era. But, perhaps it was for the best that
he played in the shadows of Sachin. His was a character that
always shied away from the lime-light and never took credit
for anything, a true South Indian if I may say. Imagine a man
who heard huge cheers in stadiums every time he got out
because of the man walking in to bat at number 4 was Sachin.
In our praise of individual performances, we often forget that
cricket is a team game. Dravid was the ultimate team man in
a very selfish sport. He did everything the team management
asked him to, from keeping wickets to playing almost
everywhere in the batting order. As a famous columnist puts
it, No one has probably been used more with such cruel
disregard in Indian crickets history.
A lot of people have been influential in shaping the individual
I am today and Rahul Dravid was one of them. He was a living
example of humility. I recently read a blog on Wisden about
his participation in a club game in Bangalore. Yes, a man
who has scored 23,000 international runs came out to play
a League match for his club on a matting wicket at a patchy
HAL ground in Bangalore. He played with the same intensity,
fielded 82 overs, dove around in the stony ground like it
was Lords, shined the ball throughout with a red patch on
his pants, drank the same water and ate with the team in a
shabby pavilion. And when he came to bat, he saw his team
through with a century. The stage did not matter to him,
because he still respected the game and kept his feet on the
ground.
THE JUGALBANDI
I have seen countless debates between Sachin and Dravid
loyalists on who is the better. There is no answer; they were
greats in their own regard. It was a sort of Jugalbandi between
them. A jugalbandi is a performance in Indian classical music
that features a duet of two solo musicians and the word
literally means Entwined twins. The same way as a batting
partnership: not simultaneous, but one performer at a time,
in improvisatory rotation.
Filter Coffee, Sachin -Dravid batting on TV and getting ready
to season my bat with a hanging ball still remains my idea of
a perfect day. I thank the duo for making my childhood such a
memorable experience.
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The Y U No Explain?
This esteemed imparter of knowledge is well-versed
in all nooks and crannies of the field. This giant has
published various papers and is widely respected by all
in the field. The only qualm that students, being the
faeces-throwing monkeys that they are, have is that
they have absolutely no idea what he is saying giving
rise to the moniker Y U No Explain?
The Grim Reaper
This is the reason why you set an alarm for 7 am for a 9 am class.
This is the reason why you write assignments till 3 am in the morning.
This is the reason why you come to the class at 11:04 AM sharp, after the break.
This is the reason why you run out of a hospital with a broken hip to write a class test.
This teacher will reap your soul for being a jiffy late to class, a mite late in submitting your
assignment and a hairs width short of perfect.
The Scoutmaster
Observation? Check.
Record? Check.
Margins? Check.
ID card? Check.
Tag? Check.
Shirt tucked in? Check.
Shoes? Check.
Hair not combed? GET OUT !
The Parliamentary Speaker
The parliamentary speaker walks into class as soon as the bell rings and
the other teacher is out of the class. The speaker walks straight to the
boards and starts delivering the lecture. It matters not that the class is
still hung over from the IV they returned from yesterday. It matters not
that the last bench is permanently asleep. It matters not that a section
of the class is studying for the lab cat in the afternoon. It matters not
that the remaining section of the class is furiously writing their records.
The parliamentary speaker is supremely oblivious to these minor nuisances
and never stops the flow of the lecture. This continues till the bell rings.
The speaker reluctantly stops, promising to finish it next class and very
reluctantly calls attendance.
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The Riddler
Always wanted to be Batman?
Always wanted to storm out of your
Bat cave on your bat mobile?
Not sure if youll ever manage that but with
the riddler,
You can have your own Batman experience
As the riddler bombards you with question
after question
Asking you for definitions, formulae and
answers
You feel suffocated,
You feel like youd rather choke
than answer another question.
The Knowledge
Imparters
CIT is one of those rare engineering colleges where the
independence that students enjoy is almost palpable in the very
air. This would never be possible without the laissez-faire attitude
that the teachers of CIT have and for which we are eternally grateful
to them. The following are gross exaggerations intended to elicit a
smile from the readers. Any resemblance to any real-life person is
purely coincidental and is definitely, absolutely not intended.
Disclaimer
Arun Karthik
IV Mechanical
Sriram
III Mechanical
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Space programs are not just about
technology. They are the stuff of dreams,
events and occasions that provide
motivation to generations of youngsters
to work harder, reach higher and deeper
into space. The silhouette of a rocket
against the night sky is a symbol of our
intellect, perseverance and hopes. The
burning desire in every human being to
reach closer to the stars feels a sense of
satisfaction, a feeling of having achieved
something when it sees a rocket soaring
majestically into space spitting fireballs
like a mythical dragon. The launch of the
Sputnik in 1957 made the Americans
so competitive that the Eisenhower and
Kennedy administrations galvanized
the entire country and its hopes into
action; leading to the Apollo Program,
Mariner satellite series, Skylab and Space
Shuttles . The space fervour that swept
the United States of America is described
in the movie October Sky. It was a movie
about a young boy who makes it to NASA
from a poor mining town in America.
Millions of Americans beamed with the
achievements of NASA, cementing their
position as the technological superpower
of the world.
The Mars Orbiter is a satellite that was
sent to monitor Mars surface by our very
own ISRO.
It was launched on the 5th of November
2013 from Sriharikota and was injected
into a trans-Mars orbit on the 30th.
The mission costing 454 Crores aims
to send a satellite smaller than a car
travelling 400 million kilometres into
the void before reaching our sister
planet .One particularly curious person
has calculated that the mission costs
approximately 11.35 rupees per
kilometre, which is cheaper than auto
rickshaw fares in India.
We spend quite a bit of money on space
programs, how much of it has been
beneficial to the people? Especially in a
nation where millions of people strive for
their everyday food and living? How can
we possibly benefit from by exploring
that dark void: space?
While critics and cynics may question
the relevance of a space mission by a
country that is unable to provide clean
water and food to a vast percentage of
its population on a daily basis, we have
to understand the poverty and hunger
arent endemic to India. The poverty of
the countrys people cannot be compared
with the poverty of the country. In
countries like India, the poverty statistics
are exaggerated to some extent by those
who benefit from it. At the same time,
we cannot hold on all the technological
developments of the country till the last
man suffering from poverty without food
is fed. Space programmes save lots of
lives by predicting weather, calamities
and natural disasters.
From a technological perspective, space
programs are an immense source of
experience and lessons in practical
technology and applications of science.
The Indian Space programs have always
focused on providing value to the Indian
people rather than just concentrating on
scientific research. One of the earliest
applications of satellite technology in
India had been to provide television
signals to the most remote parts of
Mangalyaan
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the country and help agriculture
by monitoring weather and natural
disasters through remote sensing.
The space programs designed by the
Indian Space Research Organization
have always had the distinction of having
its technology designed and developed
in India. In Wings of Fire, Dr.APJ Abdul
Kalam depicts the challenges faced by
India in obtaining electronics and other
technology related to building missiles.
The United States of America placed a
technology embargo on us making it
downright impossible to secure crucial
components for our missiles and planes,
essential to the defence of our country.
Being the ingenious race that we are,
we designed and manufactured our own
technology to build indigenous missiles
and rockets. We make our own rockets
and our space vehicles with little help
from other nations. Very few nations
possess such capability. Combine that
with our frugality and stress on cost
effectiveness and you have in hand a
competition-beating piece of technology .
The Mars Orbiter mission will serve as a
test bed for our home-made technology,
of our capacity to engineer world class
products using local talent.
Space programs are not just about the
present application of technology but
also about research in future science. If
it werent for satellites, we wouldnt have
proved Einsteins theory of relativity.
Space research is not just limited to
sending rockets to planetary objects; it
is also a part of our quest to search for
the origins of Universe and other extra-
terrestrial intelligence. By studying the
stars, we study the way the universe
evolved and what might have happened
in the beginning. A search of intelligence
outside our home starts with a search of
our own backyard.
The earth is already populated with
nearly seven billion people and still there
is no sign of a slowdown. We are unable
to bring down the population using
traditional measures. A challenging
alternative is space colonization. We
have to find some other alternative
habitat in space where life is possible.
There should be right environments
for people to live and also materials for
construction, for water and food. Our
environment is becoming worse every
day towards the point where our earth
becomes unliveable. Considering the
pace at which our environment is being
polluted, our space programmes are
desperate.
With the growing population, the
resources in our planet are not sufficient.
An alternative source of resources must
be found. Asteroid mining is becoming
more and more realistic. It is the mining
resources from asteroids and minor
planets. Some of earths rare metals are
supposed to be from the comet that hit
the earth 65 million years ago. Jupiters
moons are considered to have water and
ice.
There are lots of miracles out in there
which we havent seen or even dreamed
of. Space is a never ending enigma; we
should solve the puzzle it presents and
explore infinity. With so many space
programmes the next generation will
invent new technologies and wonders
that we can never imagine.
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Maam but maam
This dreadful scenario is something that every student
faces in his life at least once. And this is what I faced a
few weeks ago. I usually manage to trick, lie and bunk
my way out of seminars, but this teacher was unusually
persistent. It is not that I cannot talk. You could ask any
of my friends and they would tell you that I am one of the
mouthiest people they have ever met. It is the crowd of
people hanging on to my every word part I was worried
about. Ask me to talk about Sachin for an hour, ask me to
describe the latest movie for an hour, I promise you wont
be disappointed. But ask to talk to more than three people
at once, youll find that Cicero had turned into Hodor in a
second.
I dont mind unsavoury tasks. Its not that I dont find
them unsavoury, I do. Its just that I dont mind having to
do it. Ask my mom, shell tell you that I take out the trash
How to TALK
effectively in front of an
audience
without complaint every day. Well, not much of it anyway.
But taking out the trash, cleaning your room, having to
clean the messes you made because you assumed you
could carry four glasses of juice in two hands are nothing
compared to having to speak before a crowd that just is
looking for an excuse to mock you. But being the dutiful
student that I am, I decided to put in a real effort. This is
the chronicle of how I finally learnt to talk effectively in
public. I believe this would help a lot people too. Im not
conceited or anything, ask anyone. Well, not anyone, you
could limit that to immediate family and friends. Or wait
limit that to just me and my mother.
The first step is the selection of the topic. In some seminars,
you are assigned some topic, so dont fret that. But if you
are asked to choose your own topic, use my strategy. This
is a tried and tested method I have been using since the
You have to take the seminar tomorrow.
Dont give me any excuses!
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time we stopped writing tests with pencils. Remember
when youre preparing for exams and you decide to study
the questions with diagrams first? Remember how you
manage to draw the diagram perfectly, write seven loads
of crap beneath it and still manage to pass? Well, thats
my strategy for topic selection! Who doesnt love a good
diagram? Look through your textbook. Yes, I know you
dont have one. Borrow one off one of the girls in your
class. The ones that go to the library the first day of the
semester and borrow the books prescribed in the syllabus
book. Yes, theres a library in the college and yes, the
syllabus book gives you the prescribed books. Once you
have hold of one these rare items, the books not the girls,
flip through them looking for topics which have the most
complex diagram and choose that crap!
Remember how I told you I dont mind doing unsavoury
tasks? I really dont. I once wrote five assignments on the
last working day. Not to brag or anything, just to show you
that I dont mind doing the things that need to be done.
Speaking of things that need to be done, once the topic
is selected, write down the points that you want to talk
about in a piece of paper. Yes, its lame. Yes, I know you
mocked that guy who brought a five page printout to his
seminar. Yes, you will be mocked for it too. No, I dont know
of anything thatll stop you from being mocked. But hey,
that you will be mocked was pretty much set in stone and
mounted on a pedestal once you got stuck with this task
in the first place. Arrange these points in logical order and
youre set for the next step.
The next step is the part that makes you wonder if youd
be better off opting for that third group in eleventh
standard. I wonder if I should have done that too. My
recent trip to GRD didnt help with that either. But hey, Im
not complaining. I dont complain generally. Ask my sister.
She might tell you that I sometimes have the tendency to
articulate my problem, that I sometimes exaggerate the
gravity of my situation. But I dont complain.
Remember when people tell you that walking to the stage
is ninety percent of the job? Well, theyre lying. I can get to
the stage pretty easily. Assuming you arent a quadruple
amputee, you can too. People will tell you to start with an
interesting story, an interesting quote or an interesting
antic. Ill tell you to do it too. Not that Im conformist or
mainstream. Im not. Ask that physical education teacher
of mine who told me I couldnt always kick the ball when
I played volleyball.
Once you start off in that goofy way, you have the attention
of your crowd. Not that it is hard to catch their attention.
Crowds love it when there is a situation where you
could make a fool out of yourselves. I believe that this
schadenfreude is something were all born with. I am
accepting of things that are. Truly zen-like in that aspect.
Youd know if you had met me.
Once this blood-sport starts, there is nothing to do but
hammer through. Draw that diagram you were clever
enough to bring and draw it perfectly! Well, not that
perfectly. You dont want people jealous of your amazing
drawing skills. Never mind that your biology teacher made
you redraw that frog five times and you finally became
pitiful enough that your classmate drew it for you.
I also picked up a few tricks that I managed to use during
my ordeal. Dont talk continuously. For one, it is hard to
keep on talking. For another, you, if you are anything like
me, probably dont have much to say. So why spend it all
at one go? Pause. Look around. I bet you that the sudden
silence will spook the snivelling rugrats that slept through
your seminar. Once they are sufficiently panicked, drone
on! Let them feel the pain.
Another useful trick is to walk around the stage, use
gestures. Im sure there is some random theory that tells
why it is useful and how it affects listener attention. And
Im even surer that there is an even more random study
that supports the theory. But the thing I find most useful
is that the audience cant see how your legs and hands are
shaking!
Lo and behold, youre finally done. You have finally learnt
how to talk effectively in front of a crowd. No need to
thank me. I didnt do it for the plaudits. Well, if you really
wanted to thank me I wouldnt stop you. But no, I didnt
do it for the applause. I am after all very altruistic. Ask
anyone. Anyone?
Vijay Sai.K
II CSE
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You might be surprised to see this film at the top spot. The rivalry between
two Formula One racers was brought alive with an interesting plot and witty
dialogue. The race sequences were shot extremely well and were edited to
perfection. This film had its music composed by Hans Zimmer of The Dark
Knight and Pirates of the Caribbean fame.The films screenplay is racier
than the race cars that vroom all the way on the screen. The stylish look of
Chris Hemsworth and the mature performance of Daniel Bruhl brought to the
screen the complicated yet beautiful relationship that Lauda and Hunt shared
back in the 1970s.
Verdict : The name is surely justified! The film just rushes through. You blink
your eye once, the films half over. You blink again, the film credits are over.
MARVELs extremely popular WOLVERINE created a huge fan following for
Hugh Jackman. After basking in that glory, the Australian actor returned to
the big screen with a great story. Prisoners could be christened one of the
best dark thrillers of all time. Not many films that came out in 2013 relied on
an actors performance; they depended only on visuals and special effects.
Prisoners surely stands out as an exception. Jake Gyllenhaal essayed the
role of a detective who blinks often but doesnt miss a clue. The film which
starts as a suspense filled kidnapping tale but grows shadowy with time and
the last few minutes just grip you with iron fists!
Verdict : The edge-of-the-seat thriller of the year!
1- Rush
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When Titanic was released, everyone was awestruck by the amount of
work and money that was put into making the film. Films like Inception
and Avatar were noted for their scientific brilliance and accuracy. A man
named Alfonso Cuaron thought of combining both scientific brilliance and
the extravagance of film making and this process resulted in the movie
GRAVITY. Yes! Alfonso Cuaron could be considered the dream blend of
Cameron and Nolan!
In spite of big names like George Clooney and Sandra Bullock, it was
the VFX Team, the director and the cinematographer that seemed to carry
the entire film on their shoulders. With stunning visuals and amazing 3D
effects, the movie couldnt have been any better.
Verdict : The very pinnacle of film making
After four successful ventures to-
gether, the much anticipated duo
of Scorsese and DiCaprio hit the
grand slam home run once again.
Unlike their serious storylines in
the past, this movie had loads of
fun and a touch of genius to it.
Based on the autobiography of
Jordan Belfort and set in the back-
drop of the Wall Street, the movie
had just the right screenplay and
dialogue to make it very interest-
ing in-spite of it being a business
saga. The movie had a brilliant
balance between passion and
greed in lifes rat race. With great
scope for acting and greater dialogue delivery, one can only feel bad for Di
Caprio for missing out on the Oscar once again.
Verdict : Yes, Greed is good.
3 - Gravity
4 The Wolf of Wall Street
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Mischief, Mayhem,
Sleep!!!
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Sapiens as trivial and risible,
escalate to pose a menace to
their very existence. A normal human
being without proper sleep would face
developmental dysfunctions like the one
faced by the European society in World
War II. Psychologists named this evil
Insomnia, but, I guess, it should be given
an even more sinister name, owing to
the malignant mental distress it thrusts
on an individual. I always detested
Christian Bales Trevor Reznik character
in The Machinist and Edward Nortons
character in one of David Finchers epics,
when I was a kid who got his 8 hours of
sleep. Growing up,my distress changed
to pity over those two insomniacs, sorry,
three, and that should obviously explain
the purpose of this article.
When you have Insomnia, youre never
really asleep and youre never really
awake. True to this statement, Insomnia
lands you in a state of delusion where
you feel that you are deserted without
a purpose to exist. The efficacy of
differentiating the external environment
and your inner-self deteriorates
proportional to the intensity of being
sleepless. Emotions seem to play pranks
on you, with anger and distress having the
upper hand over the rest of the emotions.
Procrastination and inactivity are the
primary traits of an Insomniac, as neither
has he enough energy to carry out a job
nor is he exhausted enough to sleep. The
brain of an insomniac is analogous to a
Windows PC. Its days are numbered and
on one fine day , it gives up its ghost and
goes down with a glorious Blue Screen
of Death and your life with it .In a state
of Insomnia, you would naturally lose
the rapport that you struck with your
appetite. Depending on your physiology,
either your bowels hate being handled
by your acidic stomach or your bile isnt
happy enough to be secreted by your
worn out liver.
I would never expect an Insomniac to
indulge in a relationship when he himself
is in a pathetic state of self-hatred.
Insomniacs tend to be aloof from their
regular surroundings and always prefer
solitude. With Insomnia you tend to be
physically inactive and you crave for
peace. The eyes gradually start hating
the penetration of sunlight. Improper
sleep cycle increases your possibilities
of growing obese and your BMI shoots
up like a rocket flying away from Mother
Earth. You would yearn for an endless
sleep, like a starving lion craving for a
solitary deer to wander in his vicinity.
Disheveled and disfigured , you would
look like Smagol from the Lord of the
Rings, desperate to spend your time
peacefully with your precious.
Insomnia is certainly not a nascent
condition, but a consequence of various
factors in your life. There are some rare
cases where insomnia is genetic (Fatal
Familial Insomnia). Usually, it is the
result of an avalanche of thoughts in
the human mind that have remained
unsolved for a very long period of time,
similar to the one faced by Christian
Bale in The Machinist. It is significantly
aggravated by environmental cues that
have transformed the circadian rhythm
of the common man. To be more specific,
insomnia gets deeply aggravated by
the prolonged exposure to electronic
gadgets. This addiction hits your brains
vulnerable spots by stimulating its
pleasure centres thereby preventing
you from adhering to your sleep cycle
effectively. A mobile phone with
Whatsapp installed is the perfect guide
on your journey to hell, as it so effectively
hinders you from sleep, while you lay
waiting for THE message from your
crush. Over the years , we have evolved
to sleep at night , when the world lies still
and silent. Certain glands, responsible for
repairing your body are only activated
during sleep. Staying awake for long at
night, disrupts the bodys functioning
and metabolism as the digestive cycle is
subjected to a sudden transformation.
Equipping yourself with an overload of
work which is beyond your capability
thrusts your adrenaline and all your
focus will be to get rid of your workload
forgoing sleep. Although it is possible to
recoup sleep over the weekend in a few
occasions , regularly doing so , is a sure
fire way of reducing your life expectancy.
The only way to get rid of this evil is to
lead a life that is not complicated. Stop
being a slave to electronic gadgets. Go
to sleep not with a phone, but with a
hug from your loved ones. It might not
fetch you the pleasure of beating the high
score in Subway Surf but it still would
be pleasurable. This would eventually
relieve your brain from getting engaged
and you would have no other option
other than to sleep till sunlight plays
a ballet on your face the next day. Keep
yourself healthily engaged in a physical
exercise, preferably a game of football,
where you become tired and eventually
push off to a sound sleep. It is always
advisable to know the limitations of your
sleep. Sleeping too long like a reptile
hibernating in the winter season would
make you sleepless the next day and
disrupt your sleep cycle. Avoid those late
night movies, those champions league
games and those Australian test matches.
This might seem like a rude measure
momentarily, as you wouldnt want to
miss out on those games , but the long
term benefits are more rewarding. Try to
attain the state of sleep through natural
means and not through forced inductions
like sleeping pills, which are momentary
asylums and are not permanent cures. .
Being an Insomniac might seem stylish
and cool when people call you a hard
worker and a busy bee, but it is definitely
not a status that deserves to be sustained.
Having sleepless nights are definitely
not medals to be proud of, because the
aftermath will always be terrible.
Dont forsake your sleep.
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Indians and Biriyani
A Symbiotic Relationship
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eople love anything hot and spicy. Before you
start dissecting the intention and meaning of
this remark, I make it amply clear that there
is no tongue-in-cheek innuendo lurking behind.
Since Biriyani is the centrepiece of this narrative,
the opening comment should be juxtaposed with the
cuisine in question. Food is something inevitable;
keeps everyone going. So, there is no contention
whatsoever on this count. Indians have a very strong
and sensitive gustatory impulse, which makes them
highly judgemental when it comes to branding food
items. On top of it, the unimpeachably rich aesthetic
faculties that Indians can proudly flaunt adds to their
sensitivities when it comes to handling cuisine.
We, the people, are accommodative of multiple
cuisines: Tandoori, Chettinad, Chinese, Mexican, Thai,
Continental, and Indian... The list is endless. Despite
multiple differences in our predilection for food, we
share some common tastes as we are a food-driven
society. One such rallying-point is the delectable and
lip-smacking Biriyani. Self-avowed foodies simply
cannot refrain from tasting a wide assortment of
Biriyanis before they deliver a universal verdict on this
peppery food. Biriyani-centric people will be waxing
lyrical given an opportunity. I know people who go
gaga over it and indulge in a binge. The mad rush in our
hostel mess for Biriyani is a case in point.
What is so magnetic about it? Isnt that just another
cuisine? Why cant people treat it as just another food
instead of going crazy at the sight of it? There is no
scientific or empirical evidence to evince why people
identify themselves with a particular type of food. This
is highly subjective and the beauty of peoples proclivity
for food lies in that cosmos of subjectivity.
There are multiple versions of the origin and evolution
of Biriyani. There are claims that the Arab world was
the provenance of this celebrated food item; few argue
that the Mughals sponsored the evolution and growth
of Biriyani, the Mughlai Biryani stands testimony to
that version of the legend. Besides these two popular
tales, there is a Nomadic version of the story as well.
Lets keep all these stories aside and agree that Biriyani
has come to feature eternally in the Desi Thali of the
Indians.
The Nizam and the Nawab were the patrons of
the Hyderabadi Biriyani and its first cousin, the
Arcot Biriyani. It is very pertinent to talk about the
Hyderabadi style of the cuisine since that is presently
the most politically significant and sensitive Biriyani
of all. The Lucknowi Biriyani or the Awadhi Biriyani,
as it is popularly known has sustained its lofty place
in the domain of Biriyanis by virtue of being the end
product of a classic blend of homogenous spices and it
is remarkable that the Moghul dish underpins the root
recipe of the Awadhi Biriyani. The Royal dish of the
Nizam and the Nawab made its presence felt in Mysore
as well. Concomitant to this is the Tahiri Biriyani which
evolved from the vegetarian Hindu gourmet who
were the book-keepers of the Royal class. The Ambur
Biriyani is idiosyncratic in its own right and Ambur
harbours more number of single-cuisine shops per
square kilometre than any other metropolis does.
Nasi Kebuli is a special biryani-like preparation of
ghee, meat and rice from Indonesia. Since Indonesia
is a crucible of almost all South-Asian cultures, this
Biriyani has borrowed widely from all those cookery
styles. Normally South Indians are fond of egg Biriyani,
chicken Biriyani, mutton Biriyani, shrimp Biriyani and
vegetable Biriyani. I need not talk at great length about
the pervasiveness of Thalappakatti Biriyani shops and
Dindigul Rawther Biriyani shops that have made their
mark in almost all the localities in Tamilnadu.
Maybe its the spiciness that hammers your head and
flushes your face with blood; or the fact that Biriyani
is a potpourri of all possibly conceivable tastes; or the
juiciness of the well cooked meat combined with the
delicate taste of rice. Biriyani is a food worth dying for.
Its various forms just go to show that well always have
some good Biriyani to dig into wherever we go.
Ananthan. S
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REDEFINING
DEMOCRACY
Avanthika John
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one are the days when the term democracy
actually stood for the beautiful definition by
Abraham Lincoln, A government of the people,
by the people, and for the people. Now the democrats
redefine it as A government to fool the people, cheat
the people and suppress the people. It has become a
gateway for politicians to get richer and to make the
citizens helpless.
Recently, a very popular social networking site
uploaded an image of Sir Winston Churchills argument
against Indian independence. The text read,
Power will go to the hands of rascals, rogues,
freebooters;
All Indian leaders will be low calibre and men of
straw.
They will have sweet tongues and silly hearts.
They will fight among themselves for power and
India will be lost in political squabbles.
A day would come when even air and water would
be taxed in India.
As is often the case, the post became viral with many
portraying Churchill as a great visionary. Given the
current circumstances, this seemed exactly like a
prophecy. When I read this post, I was amazed by
the accuracy of his prediction about the state of our
government given that the statement was made
seventy years ago. So I thought it would be interesting
to read the entire speech. I later discovered that the
prophecy, like a typical viral post, was the product
of some over imaginative mind. The entire speech was
available in the Archives of the British Parliament and
was about hundred pages long. Let me quote a few
sentences that seem to, at least remotely, match those
in the popular image.
In his speech,
Let the House remember this. The Indian Political
parties and Political classes do not represent the Indian
masses. It is delusional to believe that they do
In handing over the Government of India to these so
called political classes we are handing over to men of
straw, of whom in a few years, no trace will remain
The only words that seem to match are men of straw.
But my purpose in bringing to light this discrepancy
has nothing to do with the need to chew out the creator
of this post. I find this relevant because soon after the
post was made it received a hundred thousand likes.
So whether Churchill said it or someone made it up,
the fact remains that those hundred thousand Indians
have accepted those lines as accurately describing the
current status of Indian politics. Todays politicians
care little about the welfare of the country and its
citizens. The greatest irony is that the people are also
aware of this but feel that there is nothing they can
do to change this trend. But is it really true? Are we as
citizens helpless in controlling our countrys political
course? Or are we just trying to come up with excuses
and trying to escape our responsibilities?
During the independence struggle, the British felt
that India was not ready for freedom and democracy
because of the diversity of the country and the general
nature of the people. This proved to be true since the
diversity for which India is celebrated is in itself part
of the problem. People cannot seem to accept diversity
and often try to separate themselves from people
speaking other languages, people from other castes
and people from other states. Politicians cheat, rob the
innocent and are corrupt. Citizens follow these leaders
and also cheat, rob, kill and avenge. This is precisely the
reason why scholars always stress the importance of
leadership and how a great leader can do great things
for the country and how bad leaders can make a mess
out of anything.
Ultimately this has become a battle to apportion
blame, where the citizens blame the politicians and
the politicians blame other politicians. None of them
realise that change does not happen overnight. Even a
great and able leader will be impotent if the people are
not willing to work for a better society. This is the time
to redefine democracy,not according to what Lincoln
said, not according to what Gandhi said, but according
to a simple, common man working towards a happier
and peaceful country. I would like to conclude with the
words of John. F. Kennedy,
Let us not seek the Republican answer
Or the Democratic answer, but the right answer.
Let us not seek to fix blame for the past.
Let us accept our own responsibility for the future.
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Ramya! Wake up. It is going to be 9 and you are still
asleep. Help me with my chores...
I couldnt focus on what she said after that. Sidney
Sheldons Jennifer Parker and Joshua had kept me awake
till one at night. However, I was relieved when my aunt
came to my defense and allowed me to continue to sleep
blissfully. Finally, I decided to wake up. After drinking the
hot and can-kill-for coffee prepared by my mom, I came
to my senses. I thought to myself that I must do something
worthwhile this vacation. The least I could do was help my
mom and my aunt with their work. So I decided to take the
responsibility of feeding breakfast to the adamant child in
our home.
My aunt had prepared amazing idlies for breakfast. As I
sat near the child to feed him, the following conversation
ensued between us:
Me: Today, Im going to feed you, okay? Open your mouth.
I tried to feed him a spoonful, but he resisted. So, I decided
to divert his mind by asking him a few questions
Where shall we go today, the town or Srivaikuntam?
No answer from the child. He was just staring at me with
food in his mouth. I motioned for him to swallow and he
does.
Finally, swallowing the food.
Town.
The Child
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I try to feed him another spoon.
No, enough.
We need to go out, dont we? You need energy. You need to
eat, to gain energy, so eat.
He opened his mouth and I fed him some more of his
breakfast.
Shall we go by bus, cycle or shall we walk?
No answer
Feeding him another spoon.
What is your name?
After a difficult task of swallowing.
Subramanian
My aunt came by and listened to our conversation. He
turned towards her and complained that I was forcing him
to eat. My aunt smiled and consoled him that it was for his
own good.
He gave her an innocent smile. I continued with our
conversation.
Feeding him another spoonful.
What is your brothers name?
Subramanian
By this time I had only succeeded in feeding him a mere five
spoonfuls of food. Finally, after half an hour, two spoons
were left over and I was in search of two more questions.
Finally, got them!
Shall we go to the office?
Yes.
So, it is getting late, isnt it? You must eat fast. In which
office do you work?
The Collectors Office.
Yes, very good!
Dear God!!Bless me with one more question.
What is your designation?
The child stares at me blankly.
If you swallow the food I will help you with the answer.
Gulps down a mouthful
Tahsildhar- that is your designation, isnt it?
Yes. Tahsildhar.
How many children do you have?
Three.
Tell me their names.
Subramanian, Raman and Krishnan
By now, the biggest task of my day was over. He had
finished eating.
You must be shocked by the last three questions I asked
him. What did I mean by office, Tahsildhar, children?
The child I was feeding was none other than my own
grandfather, my paternal grandfather, a man known for
his strict and terse manner.
What had brought him to this condition? Grandpa has
been afflicted with Dementia, a mental disease similar to
Alzheimers that can cause the brain to lose its cognitive
function and rapidly use the abilities we take for granted
in our day to day life.
Everyone in our family has realized this as a fact: A
child grows into a man, does his duties, clears all his
responsibilities and returns to his childhood days.
My grandpa has now returned to that stage. The only thing
he remembers now is Subramanian, his own younger
brother, aged 87. Grandpa lives in a world of his own. He
has even forgotten his identity. I have witnessed both sides
of this man: the authoritative leader of the family, and the
child that requires constant attention. He had advised and
scolded me for wasting food. Now he is refusing to eat. He
was independent till he was 83. At times; I feel terribly bad
seeing his condition. But then I console myself, saying that
he is now free from all his worries and responsibilities,
experiencing eternal happiness and joy. Let him remain in
this joyous state.
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
- William Shakespeare
Ramya Parvathi. K
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PLACEMENTS
BEHIND THE SCREEN
Aravind Kumar. K & Karthick Chandar. K
IV Mechanical
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The time is June. The weather is as wonderful as the insides of an oven. You feel nostalgic. This is your final year at the
temple of education. Some pray for college days not to end. A few others pray as to when college would end. Despite such
differences, there remains only one question in every final year students mind Will I get placed?
As the pomp, glitz and glamour of Technovation and Interface come to an end, the placement fever starts and fear runs
amok like the Bubonic plague among the 3
rd
year students. Getting placed is not as easy as you think is how the seniors
start, warning you that there is a long and boring lecture ahead about life and career. Their words sound ominous, as if some
country is going to invade your home soil and there is nothing that you can do about it.
The first wave of assault that you undergo is the mock interview, mock as in mockery of your skills and knowledge. You
realise that you were better off in the first year not knowing how much there is to learn in engineering instead of coming to
the interview not knowing anything. Days pass on, the semester comes and the result goes and holidays roll over.
It is the final year at CIT. Your brain is in a state of panic. You are desperate to find a job, any job, so that you wont be kicked
out of the house like that mongrel that came begging for food a few days back. All of a sudden it feels like you are taking a
course on pronouncing tough names: Kirchoffs law, Amdahls law, Carnot engine, De Moivres Theorem. Stuff that you were
happy to erase from memory in your first year come back at you with a revenge. R.S. Aggarwals aptitude guide becomes
your bible. You carry it around, like a new born child, thrusting many great hopes and expectations on it. Copies are hard to
get. Its like trying to get a ticket to a sold out cinema.
For many of us the first appearance in front of the interviewing panel (and probably the last) is the best appearance. We
spent the first 3 years trying to become the rough and tough guy, sporting bird nest sized beards, hitting the gym to look
like the Hulk who just got out of Bruce Banners clothes. All these are dumped like the previous nights leftover chutney in
kitchen. The beards are trimmed and the muscles are covered up. Nowhere has the transformation from ape to man been
this fast or complete.
If the punishment for stealing is cutting off a hand, then the punishment for the lies that fill our resume is an eternity in
hell. According to our resume, we dreamt not of girls and cars, but of working day and night for companies on exciting
projects. It wasnt the thrill of a bike ride with the wind on our face or the spiciness of Tandoori chicken that filled us with
passion, but the chance to work with top minds in corporate environments. Our projects are unique and have the potential
to change to world, if only they exist. We attend an engineering college from 9 to 5, yet have the time to play sports, play
music instruments, water exotic plants and cook buffets.
The unfortunate company that believes our resume then calls us for a battery of tests. There are two types of people: One,
who proclaim to the whole world that they did badly and go on to the final round and the other who havent had a clue as to
the answers to the questions asked and manage it with an I underperformed reply. You blame the PCs for scheduling your
interview just before lunch, when the interviewer is more worried about gauging the quality of the crispy dosa than your
mathematical aptitude. You also blame the company for not selecting a person of your talent and skill. Who else could have
downloaded, compiled and executed an Operating System overnight for next days Viva?
Words cannot describe the feelings when you get placed after this comedy of errors. The first and foremost would be that
of relief. You no longer have to sport that look of shame when you ask your parents for money. You can finally strut around,
with an upright chin and a pocketful of cash. You feel like Lord Kubera, the god who loans out money to other gods. Gone is
the day when you fight for who pays the bill at KB. Now you dream of fighting for who sponsors the bill at some luxury hotel.
You will be celebrated. People take a bow when they see you. Claps will run all around when you approach the coffee shop.
Do not though, take it as applause. People just want you to treat them.
All this euphoria though dies quickly if your best friend isnt placed. It then becomes a mission to get him placed. The two
of you turn into Batman and Robin. You stay up all night, keeping sleep from venturing into your preparation. His interview
becomes yours, literally. And when he gets placed, all hell breaks loose. The perfect scene to describe this would be the
climax from Escape Plan, when Stallone and Schwarzenegger break free of their floating prison and get back their lives. The
two of you know that you might not meet as often as you do, but you will be comrade-in-arms forever.
Placement isnt something you need to worry too much about. All it takes is some hard work, a bit of talent, courage and
above all, the secret ingredient, persistence to achieve success. So enjoy your final days of college life. These might be the
last of the carefree days in your life before you are burdened by responsibilities.
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THE CHILD
Ramya! Wake up. It is going to be 9 and you are still asleep. Help me with my chores...
I couldnt focus on what she said after that. Sidney Sheldons Jennifer Parker and Joshua had kept
me awake till one at night. However, I was relieved when my aunt came to my defense and allowed
me to continue to sleep blissfully. Finally, I decided to wake up. After drinking the hot and can-kill-
for coffee prepared by my mom, I came to my senses. I thought to myself that I must do something
worthwhile this vacation. The least I could do was help my mom and my aunt with their work. So I
decided to take the responsibility of feeding breakfast to the adamant child in our home.
My aunt had prepared amazing idlies for breakfast. As I sat near the child to feed him, the following
conversation ensued between us:
Me: Today, Im going to feed you, okay? Open your mouth.
I tried to feed him a spoonful, but he resisted. So, I decided to divert his mind by asking him a few
questions
Where shall we go today, the town or Srivaikuntam?
No answer from the child. He was just staring at me with food in his mouth. I motioned for him to
swallow and he does.
Finally, swallowing the food.
Town.
I try to feed him another spoon.
No, enough.
We need to go out, dont we? You need energy. You need to eat, to gain energy, so eat.
He opened his mouth and I fed him some more of his breakfast.
Shall we go by bus, cycle or shall we walk?
No answer
Feeding him another spoon.
what is your name?
After a diffcult task of swallowing.
Subramanian

My aunt came by and listened to our conversation. He turned towards her and complained that I was
forcing him. My aunt smiled and consoled him that it was for his own good.
He gave her an innocent smile. I continued with our conversation.
Feeding him another spoonful.
What is your brothers name?
Subramanian

By this time I had only succeeded in feeding him a mere fve spoonfuls of food. Finally, after half an
hour, two spoons were left over and I was in search of two more questions.
Mystic mountains like sentinels do stand,
White snow and hazy mists their crowns adorn;
Clothed in green, they stood looking in
Through streams crystal clear that glides along,
Redirecting their beauty on a summer morn.
The wind like an oar stirs along,
Those wavy clouds on an early dawn;
Faint streaks of rays then arise,
Spreading the mellow warmth of sunrise.
The early rays alight on mountain tips,
And misty curtains off a dramatic scene they lift;
The lively characters of nature then exhibit,
A graceful ballet of worldly bliss.
The birds keep chirping messages unknown,
Busy bees keep humming in tuneful tone;
The wind on tree tops beat in gong,
And on rippling waters waltz the swan.
Thus procceds the eventful day,
Back and forth in tempestuous sway;
Sparkling scenes their wares display
Like a peacock on a rainy day.
Fades the day, being tired of play,
And like a contented child in the radiant sun
Sleeps peacefully in the bosom of the sky,
Lulled by whispering trees and birds that homeward fly.
Then with momentous delight, reigns the twilight,
A serene fairy, of gentle placidity;
That bewitching beauty takes a fright
Of the approaching gloom a prelude to the night.
Amidst that gloom shines the moon,
With a freshness of a bud yet to bloom;
A snow maiden veiled in flimsy clouds
Her innocence portrayed on the star spangled sky.
Thus the blissful hours of time,
Directs the colourful play of life,
Giving each their destined duty and
Lingering for the applause after that sight.
Innocent Beauty
Nivedha. P
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I told you that
you could
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rebellious? Good. You have
the potential to change
the world. All you need is one
single idea and you can make it
happen. Weve all had dreams of
owning Lamborghinis and private
jets; going on vacations like Mark
Zuckerberg and maybe even
dressing up as a caped vigilante and
going out at night to fight crime.
Everythings possible. Look around
you. Look around you and think
about what we need and what could
be improved? Do something about
it. Fortune favours the enterprising
individual and there are plenty of
ways to become successful.
Like I said, all it takes is one idea.
Youll know it when it hits your
head like a hammer on a nail or
when the invisible bulb above your
head lights up. It will drive you and
it will take you places, provided
you act on it. But that depends on
you. Yup! Everyone thinks of doing
something or the other. Youve got
to put your words into action. You
can start by doing that now. Write
that boring assignment. Do the
things that make you combat your
inner sloth. Procrastination is a
disease of the weak mind. It feeds
on your insecurity and the inner
coward in you. Fight it with grit and
determination. Sooner than later, it
becomes a habit and you do more
than you say. It opens you up to a
world of unlimited possibilities.
People have plenty of ideas. All the
time. But it is the one that puts his
to action who becomes successful
and popular.
Entrepreneurs are people who have
the guts to do the right thing when
needed. Take a look at Lamborghini
Automobile. It came into existence
because a farmer wasnt happy with
his Ferrari. Ferruccio Lamborghini
had one dream, of building a car
better than a Ferrari. Google was
not the first search engine on the
internet. Today it virtually has a
monopoly over online search as
its founders sought to find a better
search engine that actually returns
relevant answers to queries and
provides more utility to users. This
was the advantage that Facebook
had over Friendster and MySpace.
Steve Jobs founded Apple, was
kicked out of it and was re-
appointed as CEO in 1997. He took
Apple from the verge of bankruptcy
to its current position as the largest
corporation on Earth
For Entrepreneurs, inspiration and
motivation are priceless qualities.
Those are the emotions that drive
you till the end. If you want to
set up a start-up or a business
venture but dont know what to
do, fear not. None of us were born
with experience and not all of us
are geniuses. However it is the
will to try new things and learn
from failure that will make you
successful. Youll eventually find
out what you set out to do. Its about
being open to new experiences.
Life is a journey. Make it count. You
might lose a lot along the way, but
eventually youll find out what it is
youre meant to be and why youre
here. Enjoy the ride.
However not all entrepreneurs
become successful. They fail more
often than not. The key to success
is not just hard work but also
patience and persistence. Edison's
story is quite famous. It took
thousands of dollars and even more
attempts before he invented the
light bulb. To quote a local example,
Chocolate Teddies, a Coimbatore
based start-up is running quite
profitably. But the fact is that it is
the fifth venture for its CEO, Hari
Nagendiran. Lamborghini was
sold five times and was considered
a loss making venture, before it
ended up in the hands of Audi,
who rebuilt Lamborghini from
scratch to what it is today, a profit
making, passion inducing, Italian
supercar company. The Soviets
sent 13 probes to Venus and it was
the seventh probe in the series that
made it successfully to the surface
of Venus.
Genius is 1%
inspiration
and 99%
perspiration
Persist
Endure
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Its impossible, Its insane,
is the common refrain of non-cubers. But in the words
of Walter White (from Breaking Bad),Were living in
the time of String theory and God particles, anything
is doable!
The Rubiks cube was invented in the 80s by the
Hungarian mathematician and puzzle maker Erno
Rubik. When it was first introduced it had a lot of
mathematicians and enthusiasists scratching their
heads trying to figure out a solution to this seemingly
simple puzzle. But as time flew by, a number of
techniques and algorithms were introduced by cube
geeks all over the world. Curious minds often converge
on the same idea.
Most people are interested in books, movies and soaps.
Very rarely do you find a person who is interested
in puzzles. But there are nearly 11,000 cubers in
India and millions around the world. I started cubing
an year ago. In the beginning, I was freaked out by
the complexity of the puzzle. After all, there are 43
quintillion combinations that end in only one result.
But my jealousy was stoked after watching cubers
on YouTube show off their cubing skills. Eventually I
learned to solve the cube and solve it fast. I have moved
on to more complex modern puzzles.
I wouldnt pitch cubing to you by saying this will
improve your memory power or anything, but I assure
you that you will never be bored till the end. I promise
you that you will never forget the first time you solve
your cube. The dexterity and speed makes you look
smart to the casual spectator.
There are many twists to the classic cube solving
puzzle to make it more lively and interesting. Some
of the exotic variations worth mentioning include
the speedy turns per second competition where the
winner is decided based on the turns he or she makes
per second, solving the cube blindfolded, one-handed
solving and underwater cube solving!
Can you imagine Voldermort without his Honrcrux ?
The Rubiks cube is my Horcrux, a part of my soul and
what I am. I get lonely and sometimes it frustrates me.
But with the Rubiks cube in hand, there is never a
single moment of boredom. Even during the bleakest
day, this little, colourful cube cheers me up as I sit and
solve it, rejoicing in the challenge.
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This is a thank you,
A letter of apology
A smile to crown your sorrows,
How can I say sorry?
It is a remembrance of hard times.
Misunderstandings of the past.
The arguments and the worries
Those are memories that you lost
Imprinted in my mind,
Etched are those moments.
How we spent hours together,
Those were the fondest
A feeling of protectiveness
Preserved in our hearts.
Each beat with favour
Hope well never part
Those days we yelled
Threw tantrums and sulked
Nothing to change us
Nothing but Life on the whole
When it changes course
Scattered all over
Thats what I call lost.
Even now,
Wish on every star
Wish that we stick together
No matter how far
This letter of apology,
I know its a little too late.
But hey! You know what?
I still mean it.
I mean the smile,
Every emotion that goes with it.
I mean that Ill miss you!
To whomever that parts
Friendship Ive always believed in it
It lasts.
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The time was 1.30 A.M. We got down from
our bus, and formed a queue in front of
the four storey building. I yawned and
looked up to read the hotels name lit
dimly by the street light. The huge white
board proclaimed the name Shanaz
International, Hyderabad. Our group of
five stood last in the long line. The queue
moved and it was our turn to get our room
key. I was in-charge of our group. Our class
teacher called me over and handed over the
room key to me. The key was attached to a
metal key chain and the number 22 was
inscribed on it. Our room was in the second
floor of the smaller branch of the hotel. We
took the lift to our floor and reached the
room. It was a beautiful room! It had two
queen sized beds, a couch, a glass table and
an attached bathroom. I tumbled on the
right most bed as soon as we got in. Before I
could sleep, there was a knock at the door. It
was Ragavi and Shree. They were staying in
room number 24. They came into our room
to have a chat. Then Priya came in, dragging
in Anu with her. When I enquired what had
happened, Priya said, She entered the
wrong room, she went into room 23!
Hey, I didnt do it on purpose. I thought
that was our room. said Anu.
Thats okay, Anu.
Hey, do you want know what I saw in that
room?
Curiosity filled the room, and everyone
gathered around our bed.
I entered that room. All the lights and fans
were turned on. The bed was not made. The
tap in the bathroom was open and there
was water all over. I closed the tap and
came out of the bathroom. Before I could
turn off the lights, Priya pulled me out
How did you get inside? asked Reena.
The room was open. said Anu.
Oh!,said Reena and looked at the ceiling
escaping into her own thoughts.
Please dont think too much, and drag all
of us in trouble I said.
Hey, lets go see whats in that room said
Shree.
No one is playing detective here! We have
to get up early tomorrow. Go to bed. I said.
It took about half an hour for everyone to
settle down and go to sleep. The time was
3.45 A.M., my eyes were still wide open and
I was gazing at the dark ceiling. The entire
place was so silent. Even the smallest sound
was magnified exponentially. Suddenly, the
silence was disturbed by the voice of two
men. The sound came from the next room,
room number 23. I tried listening to their
conversation. But I couldnt. I sat up on the
bed. Within no time everyone in the room
woke up on hearing the voices. I dont
remember when we fell asleep. I was the
last person to wake up. I took a bath and
when I stepped out, Anu was waiting for
me. Everyone else had left for breakfast.
Harini, I need to tell you something said
Anu in a worried voice.
What is it ? Why are you so worried?
Did you hear them last night?
I understood that she was talking about the
two men in room 23. Yes... but their voices
were not clear
Please dont yell at me, but last night
I eavesdropped on their conversation.
They were planning on doing some illegal
business. I swear, I couldnt find what it is.
But something bad is going to happen for
sure. Should we tell the receptionist about
this?
Yes, that is a very good idea. Come on, let
us go...
We went to the reception, which was next
to the entrance door in the ground floor.
The receptionist was a man in his forties.
Excuse me sir. Could you please tell us who
is staying in the room next to ours? Our
room number is 22
Is there any problem, madam?
No,but last night we couldnt sleep. Their
TV volume was very high and disturbing.
You mean from room 23?
Yes.
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which is moving in tomorrow
But sir, the room was not locked. And Im
quite sure that we heard voices coming
from that room, last night
No madam. Please dont waste my time
His voice stammered and it was pretty
clear that he was hiding something. I was
confused. We left for the day. That night I
stayed awake to find if those men would
return. But they didnt. The next morning,
Anu came in and woke me up. I sleepily
opened my eyes. Before I could say a word,
she pulled me from my bed to room 23. She
opened the door. She held my hands tightly
and pointed to the window of that room. I
rubbed my eyes and focused on what she
was pointing at.
The glass pane of the window, was removed,
and was kept on the floor. We moved closer,
and peered out the window. The flower
pot, which was right below the window,
was broken. I couldnt believe it. Someone
has entered the room through the window.
They must have used the pipe to climb up.
I stood there frozen.
Whats this, Anu?
We shouldnt be here. Let us get out. And
dont speak a word about this to anyone.
Got it?
Ok. But, Im scared
Dont be.
When we were about to leave the room, we
noticed that the bathroom door was open.
Anu closed the door, and we came back to
our room.
Did you notice the match sticks that were
lying in the bathroom? asked Anu.
No.
Fine! Drop it and get ready. We have to be
at the restaurant by 7
That was our last day at the hotel. That
evening, we were packing our things to
leave. Anu and others came into our room
to check if we were ready to leave. While,
everyone was busy packing, Anu and I
crept out of our room. We got into the room
23 for the last time. The glass was sealed
to the window, the lights were turned off
in the room, and the bed was neatly made.
Anu pulled me into the bathroom. We saw
five match sticks on the floor. Anu smiled
and we left the room.
What? Why did you smile? I asked
Be quiet, she whispered back.
On our way back, Anu took the seat next to
me in the bus. Tell me! I demanded.
You saw the match sticks?
Yes. The cleaner forgot to clean the
bathroom
Yes! Thank god, he forgot.
Why?
Listen to me. This morning, there were
only two match sticks in the bathroom. In
the evening, there were five.
The cleaners might have smoked, and
threw the match sticks there
Cleaners job is to clean the room including
the bathroom. If the room is not clean, they
will be responsible for it. So they would
never do such a thing. Either the cleaner
forgot to clean the room or someone
entered the room after the cleaner left.
What can we do?
Nothing. Just wait and watch whats going
to happen
The next day, we returned to Coimbatore.
That evening around 7 P.M, I received a text
from Anu. It said, Quickly tune into news
channel 14
I quickly took the remote from the hall,
and then switched to channel 14 on the
television. The headlines on channel 14,
made me sick. It read:
FAMOUS BUSINESS MAN FOUND
DEAD ALONG WITH HIS FAMILY IN AN
INTERNATIONAL HOTEL AT HYDRABAD.
I carefully read the headlines. The hotel was
mentioned as Shanaz International, and the
family had stayed in ROOM NUMBER 23...!!!
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People are like confectioneries...
Some are like pepper mint. Always cool...
Some are like chocolate. Rich n smooth...
Some are like cookies. Crisp with humour...
Some are like cake. Mushy n sober...
Some are like cotton candies. All webbed n confused...
Some are like hard boiled candies. You can see them through...
Some are like fllings. Always hold a surprise...
Some are like combos. Never fail to entice...
Some are like pies. Too hard to resist...
Some are like Sundaes. Melt with time...
Some are like Swiss chocos. Always on the top of the list...
But those like chewing gum are the best of the pick,
For theyre always great to stick with...
Confectionery People
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of expressing oneself. It is about how a
random picture that is neither pre-planned
nor premeditated can convey a profound idea. This
is the very essence of photography- The telling of
stories through images. The other side of this coin is
the technical aspects associated with photography:
aperture, exposure, shutter speed, white balance.
Photography is about knowing what you want to
capture and knowing how you want to capture it. Pretty
much like the Royal Bengal Tiger waiting to pounce on
its prey, the alert photographer is always behind the
screens waiting to grab the right moment. The power
to freeze the world in time makes a photographer feel
like the most powerful being on this world. Mastering
this art would probably require a life time.
The love for photography just happens, knowingly or
unknowingly. When we first set out with the camera
in hand, we go on a photographing spree clicking
almost everything around us. Many a times we keep
capturing the same object in varied angles, in different
perspectives. And when the right moment is captured,
the smile on our face says it all. But this joy is pretty
much momentary as boredom starts creeping in. The
thirst for a more challenging shoot sets in. Photography
enthusiasts are always on the lookout for something
new. To quench this thirst, it is necessary to look
for things through the third eye or the crazy eye as I
like to call it. One should see the world with a crazy
perspective in order to become a better photographer.
Photography is a perfect blend of art and technology.
A photographer needs to be able to put himself in
the place of a worm and admire the gigantic size of
the structures and the vividness of the sky above. He
needs to have an eagles eye and must learn to take
note of every little detail of his subject. If you are a
street photographer, you need to search for the right
expression, the one that says what you want people
to hear. The most candid moments are the ones that
people admire the most. Never hesitate to unsling your
camera and start firing away. That eureka moment
could be waiting for you right around the corner of the
street. If you want to capture landscapes, you need to
travel long distances and have enormous amounts of
patience to wait for that perfect moment, that perfect
light that turns the ordinary into the extra-ordinary.
And for the ones like me, who are yet to identify their
forte, just keep clicking. Experimentation leads to
discovery.
The technical aspect of photography is something
which can be acquired with time and experience. The
creative aspect of photography is something innate
that can only be brought to the surface with great effort.
Photography completely changes our way of looking at
things. A single photograph can speak volumes about
an issue. Amateur or professional, the sheer infatuation
with photography keeps us right on our toes, not
wanting to miss a single moment of drama, tranquillity
or action.
Photography can bring about great changes in ones
personality. You tend to see something unique and
beautiful in almost everything. You notice the unusual
in the usual. The world will seem a more splendid place
to live in. For those who are yet to step into the world of
photography, grab a camera and go on a photographing
spree! The world through the lens is simply fascinating.
Youd be left spellbound by the sheer magnificence of
the things around you.
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It was that time of the year again at Coimbatore
Institute of Technology as quizzers from
around the state turned up to fight for honors
in this years Brahma13 Inter-school and Inter-
college Quiz. The quiz started off briskly with
the school quiz prelims. The questions ranged
from simple to interesting, from funny to
weird, from the worlds original energy drink
to the smell of old books. This was followed
by the college quiz prelims conducted by
Vishnu, which had some truly mind-boggling
questions on a range of topics from the styles
of Lightsaber combat to the Tamilnadu version
of the French Omelette (Kalakki) to the new
RBI Governor Raghuram Rajan. The crowd
was thoroughly entertained when the answers
were finally revealed, with quite a number of
Brahma13
Its time to meet your maker
people going Aah.. shouldve got that!. There
was more of the same to follow as the action
turned to the school quiz finals , conducted by
Kaushik. The end was really close with three
teams tying for the final two places and needing
tie-breakers. GKD Matriculation School ended
up the winners and took home the Brahma
School Quiz Rolling trophy. Rounding off a
fine day of quizzing was the college quiz finals
taken by the Quiz Club secretary, Srivatsan,
where Prateek and Rushabh from IIT Madras
beat off competiton to the top spot, and took
home the 10000 rupees prize. A bustling but
dedicated crowd remained through the day,
cheering and applauding as one of the citys
premier quizzing events came to an end.
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S.KAUSHIK of III Year B.E. Civil Engineering.
The competition between the participating
teams was very intense, but GRG Matriculation
Higher Secondary School emerged the winner
in both the Junior and Senior Science Quizzes.
Explore something beyond science was the
motto of Enovate13. It gave the students the
chance to see science as something other than
the drudgery associated with their textbooks.
It let them give wings to their ideas, let the
put into action what they had merely heard or
read about before. The club members too were
enthused by the competitiveness and the vigor
with which the students participated.
The event itself was covered by Times of India
on the day following Enovate13. Cash prizes
were distributed to the enthusiastic kids who
had turned up and displayed their enormous
potentials.
Enovate13
Something beyond Science
Enovate is the product of several years of effort
put in by the members of the Space club. It is
the school level Science Exhibition and Science
Quiz hosted by the Space Club of CIT. Enovate
was held for the first time in 2012. The 8th of
September 2013, saw the second edition of
Enovate and over 100 school teams arrived
this year, ready to face off in a battle of wits.
Enovate13 was inaugurated by the Space Club
staff advisor, Dr. N. Muthukumarasamy, the
Students Union staff advisor, Dr. A. Sivalingam
and the Space Club secretary, Mr. A. Ramkumar.
Enovate13 saw plenty of interesting exhibits,
including a novel concept to use sensors to
slow down vehicles automatically in front of
hospitals, bus stops, etc.
The senior science quiz for classes 9-12,
was conducted by B.VIGNESH of III Year
B.E. Mechanical Engineering, and the junior
science quiz for classes 6-8, was hosted by
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PLACEMENT REPORT 2013 2014
For every student, the culmination of four years of engineering studies is getting a good job with a bright career ahead. The
Placement Cell helps talented and enthusiastic students achieve their dreams. Placements for students began on 15th July
2013 and the first company that visited was for management aspirants:The Elitists, followed by Shapoorji Pallonji private
limited, Zoho Corp and other Tech bigwigs. Getting a job in the current economic scenario is a challenge, but the placement
team strove hard and produced results.
Big shot tech corporations like Amazon, Informatica, Commvault, Atmel R&D, Successfactors, Oracle, Thorogood recruited
a large number of CITians .Bulk recruiters included prominent companies like TCS, INFOSYS, IBM and management firms
like Musigma also recruited students from CIT.
There were also plenty of companies and startups that recruited students for the first time from CIT. The companies gave
a positive response. TCS visited in October and recruited 196 candidates. September and October were very busy months,
with companies coming almost every day.
Core companies like National Instruments, India Yamaha Motors Pvt Ltd, Saint Gobain, GKN Aerospace also visted our
campus.
49 companies made their presence at CIT in the Odd Semester and the students got placed in their respective dream
companies. Every placement meant a lot to us and we cheered the candidates on. With a new plan made, we hope to support
the students in achieving their dreams in the eighth semester. 35 companies have visited so far.
We thank our Placement Officer Dr.T.Kannadasan, our Additional Placement Officer Dr.R.Sivasubramanian and our Deputy
Placement Officer Dr.Rajesh Ranganathan for the extreme support given to us to do our work freely and with enthusiasm.
We thank our students for their interest in placements and their wholehearted dedication towards studies.
We encourage our juniors to study well and make the most of every opportunity to develop their technical and communication
skills before coming for placement.
WORDS FROM PLACEMENT SECRETARIES
Mr. Muthukrishnan Ganesan
Placement Secretary (Circuit)
Thorough knowledge in basics and good communication skills will definitely fetch you a job in CIT. So FIX TARGET
PLAN ATTAIN GOAL!
Mr. Prasanth Ganesan
Placement Secretary (Core)
Though our students are unparalleled in their technical knowledge, they need to improve their communication and
management skills. They need to start their preparation much earlier.
Mr. Harish Padmanaban
Placement Secretary (CT)
Keep yourself analytically strong! Do projects in real world scenarios. Have self-confidence within you to crack any
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LIST OF COMPANIES LIST OF COMPANIES
ADP * AIS Glass *
AKAMAI Asian Peroxide *
AMAZON CEBACA
ARICENT Chemplast Sanmar
ASCENDANT TECHNOLOGIES Daimler*
ASPIRE SYSTEMS ELGI
ATHENA HEALTH FRUZYME BIOTECH *
ATMEL R & D * GKN aerospace *
BOOK MY SHOW* Hyundai
COMMVAULT ITC*
CTS (B.Sc) L&T ECC
FCS LNT IES
Hewett Packard Malladi Drugs & Pharmaceutical *
IBM Mando
INDIX * Murugappa Groups
INFORMATICA MUSIGMA
INFOSYS National Instruments*
Infoview PRICOL
INOLYST * Robert BOSCH
L&T INFOTECH Saint Gobain
LISTER TECHNOLOGIES Seshayee Paper Board
LUCID IMAGING Shanthi Gears *
MARKET SIMPLIFIED SPCL
MERCEDES BENZ* SUMMITS-HYGRONICS *
MULTICOREWARE * SUNDARAM CLAYTON
NILESTREAM TECHNOLOGY * SUNDARAM FASTENERS
NTT DATA TECHNIP INDIA
ONE GLOBE* THE ELITISTS
ORACLE RGBU URC construtions
PAYODA TECHNOLOGY VA Tech Wabag *
POINT PERFECT
TECHNOLOGY SOLUTIONS *

SAP LABS
SKAVA SYSTEMS
SOLITON TECHNOLOGIES *
SUCCESSFACTORS
TCS
THOROGOOD (INTERN )
TOSHIBA
UGAMSOLUTIONS *
VERIZON *
VISUAL BI *
WIPRO (B.Sc)
ZOHO CORP
FEEDBACK FROM COMPANIES
Academic performance is good. Ability to relate
subjects to application need to be improved.
Excellent Teamwork from Placement cell.
- Samuel D Rajakumar, HR, ITC Limited
It would be good to include lab with data
structures and operating system. The C
programming lab should be more complex
and advanced. Communication skills should
be improved. Organize workshops on spoken
English courses.
Very supportive and well organized Placement
Team.
- Vinod kumar, HR , ARICENT Group
Good academic scores.Need to improve soft
skills to be job ready professionals. Improve
written and spoken communication skills. Very
cooperative and well co-ordinated team
- Derin Elsa Idicula, HR, MU SIGMA
Good at academics but need to work on
practical application. Need to improve
communication & interpersonal skills a little.
Very good job by Placement Team.
- Santhosh Deviprasad, HR , Akamai
Students lack in their basic knowledge.
Practical exposure required. Supportive & good
coordination
- Tejaswini, HR, SAP Labs
* Companies visiting for the first time
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CIT turned into a battlefield on January 24 and 25 2014, when
the top technical brains of the country battled it out at the annual
national level technical extravaganza of CIT, TECHNOVATION
2k14 and INTERFACE 2k14. There were over 100 well planned
and innovative events held in the grounds of CIT as well as online.
In addition to the events, there were over 15 workshops and guest
lectures by leading personnel conducted as part of the symposia.
A healthy strength of 2500 students took part in various events
and workshops of Technovation-2k14, organized by the
departments of Civil, Mechanical and Chemical Engineering.
National Level Technical Workshops were conducted on the
topics of Modern Concreting Techniques , Recent developments
in IC engines and more. The events that drew the largest crowd
were RC car racing, junkyard wars, building modelling and Smoke
bomb. Apart from the crowd pullers, there were conventional
events like Paper Presentation, Technical Quizzes, and Poster
Presentation. These were complemented by entertaining events
such as Treasure Hunt, Contraptions and General Quizzes.
On the other face of this technical festival , was the 2014 edition
of INTERFACE being organised by the circuit branches of CIT ,
namely ECE , EEE , CSE and IT. It had about 15 online events each
capable of gushing out the adrenaline of the contestant. Over
3000 students from various prestigious institutions attended the
fest. 10+ technical workshops on various domains like Android,
Ethical Hacking, Renewable Energy, Sixth Sense Robotics, etc.
were held. There were about 35+ technical events which include
paper and project presentations, to test the technical mettle
of the contestants. Apart from the regular techies, there were
umpteen first timers in CIT like the ROBOWARS, IPL Auction, The
Technovation14 and
Interface14 Report
Placement, that drew huge crowds.
The PRO designs and hospitality of each department
at the fest was well organized and brought out the
dedication of each organizer. Though claiming to
have been conducted by the 3rd years, such a great
event could never be sculpted out so fine without the
unconditional support from the 2nd years. The cash
prizes were generous and had teams competing with
each other energetically. Apart from the healthy dose of
cash prizes, students also received various gift vouchers
and discount coupons. The non- participating students
also received goodies as audience prizes for Quizzes.
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Standing third row (left to right)
Standing second row ( left to right)
B. Sudhan - Muthamil Mandram
M. Balakumar - Rotaract Club
P. Suresh - Karate Club
Raghul - Sports Club
Pradeepkumar- NSS
G. Balamurugan Road Safety Patrol
K. Siddharth - English Club
V. Sathyaprasanth - NCC
N. R. Sabharish Raaja - Photographic Club
N. Swathi - Sports Club
G. Parvathi - NSS
M. Hephzibah - Literary Club
M. Yogaraj - Elamparavai
A. Ramkumar - Space Club
R. Lalit Kumar - Literary Club
K. Srivatsan - Quiz Club
M. Loganathan - NSS
P. Tinesh Arvind - Music Club
A. Kaviyarasu - Road Safety Patrol
R. Arun Karthik - Arts Club
N. Naresh Arvind - Dramatics Club
Standing first row (left to right)
Sitting from left to right
Not in photograph
J. Kalaivani - Road Safety Patrol
S. Devi Road Safety Patrol
R. Anitha Devi - Music Club
P. M. Lathika - Dramatics Club
J. Sarathiyan - Rotaract Club
T. Dineshkumar - NSS
D. Tamizharasu - Film Club
P. Hari - Nature Club
C. V. Praveen Adithya - Students' Union Chairman
T Navaneetha Babu - Blood Cell
S. Rajkumar - Youth Red Cross
M. Jaya Prakash - YHAI
N. Sateesh - Students' Union Secretary
Dr. K. Marimuthu Hostel Warden
Dr. V. Selladurai - Principal
Dr. S. Shanmugam Administrative Officer
Dr. A. Sivalingam Students' Union Staff Advisor
P. Nivedha Muthamil Mandram
N. Govindarajan - Srishti
A. Gomathi - Rotaract Club
R. S. Tharun Balaji - English Club
Students' Union
Executive Members
Club Members