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Finally it took 800 kms and almost a month to login to blogger again. *sigh* I've moved to wordpress here

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Phew...Finally I got my laptop serviced and my network administrator resolved the issues in our network. Its been a month since I got a darshan of my dashboard. Neither could I comment on anyone's blog nor could I post anything here. All those minor updates which were deleted was just me checking from other sources , read college library where people trail behind you and annoy you till you let

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My neighbour and the eldest of the 'gang' during our childhood days is doing her final year house surgeoncy now. Her parents are busy hunting for the first 'jeeju' in our gang. The search has been on for almost a year and we've laughed our guts out listening to the various characters they've come across during the 'eligible guy' hunt. This happened a few months back. After the initial

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For the past 2 weeks...I've composed at least 5 drafts.Blogger refuses to let me edit, publish or save as draft.Tried figuring my way out with no luck :(Miserable times( publishing from someone else's place)Update :Its alive and kicking now. What if I was late for college this monday morning too. Got hold of my network admn. Guess, he took pity on me, seeing my withdrawal symptoms :). I can post

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My internals are going on and I guess I'm afflicted with the question answer syndrome. Internals... oh so aren't you supposed to study now instead of blogging here? Internals always cause an overflow of my creative juices and I need to vent them or else I'll end up writing more trash in the answer sheets. So how did it go so far? Growth and Development: There is a long standing joke

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College reopened a month ago, and to break free from the monotony of seeing the same faces every single day, we had to wait for at least a week for the juniors to arrive. Tired of being the uncles and aunties in college (being the senior most), the freshers promised to bring with them an aura of freshness and youthfulness. That the kids needed to grow up and carried tons of attitude was something

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This was probably the last summer vacation of my life. Blame it on recession and the unpredictable B’luru weather that eventually made me write this really long post.Early memories : I spent the first 7 years of my life in Bangalore and we stayed in a staff quarters. It was huge with a couple of parks within and lots of space for us kids to wreak havoc. As my parents were working, I was entrusted

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for a day or worse longer than that?"I've asked this question myself numerous times over the past few years.Now I know the answer...I survived... 3 months to be exact. And I feel LOST.Catching up on all that I missed so far. At least I've something worthwhile to do for the rest of my vacation that went wasted.PS: Just making my presence felt in this place

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The day before Kerala went to polls, Amma and I were at KIMS, Tvm. While the mother's backbone defied symmetry and created backaches, the daughter developed a fever to spoil her vacation in Kerala. Thus, the two of us sat in the corridor waiting for our turn to be called in for consultation.Waiting for a doctor's consultation is definitely a torture. People groaning in pain, some rambling on

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what happens when you're forced into a trip??? Wednesday, much before Satyam was in hot soup, yours truly was bulldozed into going for a trip to the abomination that is 'IFC' . Do not consider my economist background and conclude its THE IFC ... its just this particular innovation where idiots are meant to flock the city . A bunch of mighty seniors and a herd of sissy juniors set off on the

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1. What did I learn?3 semester exams, 17 subjects... pheww... thats a lot to learn :P.Other lessons in life which were meant to teach me something were soon unlearnt, the paradox that life is.2. What did I accomplish?Couple of flukes in JJ's list of achievements ;). Included a quiz finals when the person on my left won the first place and the person on my right won the 3rd place with the help of

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* Approximately 20 days, 5 subjects, 5 assignments plus presentations and 1st internals. That just explains where on earth I had disappeared. If someone told me that you get more free time during exams I couldn't agree more. 3 posts during my sem exams and just a single post in 2 months after that, isn’t that proof enough?* If you want to witness how people change their colors like chameleons all

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Was supposed to be posted on 17/11/08... didnt get time to finish and edit until now . College reopened today (unofficially). The official reopening day was 13th Thursday, but as we hardly had any classes, I decided to join only today. Since last night Ma has been reminding me. "Get up early ok, its not like how you slept till 10 all these days." How I hate waking up early , especially in

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Hundreds of questions arise... Many have unsettling answers, which we don't want to believe. Many questions leave us clueless, many with obvious implications... Trained and motivated... are these the words to describe people who commit such heinous attacks against humanity? "We sympathize with those affected... prayers for the victims ... condemning the attacks...assurances and reassurances

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Warning : Directionless non-sense ahead.*Why was Diwali a disaster this year? ( personal opinion)Diwali had to fall in the midst of my exams or my exam fell on Diwali day, Whatever! the celebration set off with fireworks in the form of microeco. God! ( ever since I laid my hands on that paper, God must be really irritated with me calling him every 5 mins). From the prayer for a decent

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From time immemorial, we have heard 'what goes up must come down’. But why did we fail to remember this when we were caught in the trap of excessive consumerism, when money just came by, when everyone had access to loans, when everyone started talking about the real estate boom? When greed took over reason, when people failed to see beyond the rising property prices and the investment tools,

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Dear father, forgive me for I have blogged sinned 1. I started blogging when I was extremely jobless and felt like a total misfit during a certain period of early-life-crisis. Those 2 months saw me writing down all my frustrated creative pursuits in a journal. At the same time the hostel provided us with free Internet and I saw that some of my friends were into this thing called blogging. How

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Warning : Strictly not advisable for future recipients of the Nobel issued by the Swedish Central bank.Micro- Draw diagrams and fool convince the examiner that you know the fundas! Its an artist's paradise.Macro- Just make sure you fit in the following terms :aggregate demand and supply, income, consumption, investment and money wherever possible. Just think of everything as a WHOLE.Mathematical

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The noises of cluttering vessels disturbed my sleep. The other boys must be already awake. I tried to move my hand but it hurt. A faint beam of light from the streetlight across the road entered the room. I held my hand to the light. It was badly bruised and there were patches of blue and black on my skin. The owner of the hotel I work for beat me up last night. I retired to bed, crying, feeling

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Hari, tagged me with this one... honestly, a hopeless unromantic like me can't do justice to this one.1. If your lover betrayed you what would your reaction be? Why????? and then Tell him to buzz off2. What's it that you see in an ideal partner? Should I limit the choices?3. What, according to you, is the perfect date? 8/12/8. My math teacher is going to be proud of me :)4. Would

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* Why do people make deliberate efforts to be over-friendly even when you make it obvious that you're genuinely not interested!* I can hear Amma's words reverberating "nee aavashyamillatha kaaryangalil poyi thala idanda".(Mind your own business). Been there, done that and realized there is no point. Amma is always right! Why???????* Why are the footboards of BMTC buses so high? In my chase- the-

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Exactly 2 weeks ago, we were all rejoicing in an overdose of India at 61 with the tricolors being flaunted everywhere, channels galore with a sudden surge of patriotism and newspapers featuring the history of our struggle for Independence.When Bindra won a gold medal, like every other Indian I sensed the pride and excitement when I saw the footage of our national flag being hoisted and the

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Silverine who s recovering from a partial flash induced trauma tagged me with this one.The rules are as follows:Jot down 5 of your favorite quotes from the various books (like others I'm extending it to movies too) you’ve read. If you don’t have the books with you now, googling (Wikiquotes and the like) can be used to find them. Tag five people and acknowledge the person who tagged you.I'm not

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Aching feet, test of patience to the limits, Craning your neck to see what's in front of you, assessing the number of snail-steps you have taken forward, suspicion arising about people sneaking in front of you, wondering if your watch is working alright... all these are familiar tortures you got to bear with in a long queue. At some point of time in our lives we have all been victims of the Q

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Gelatin all around, the city in terror, news channels galore with the blast news, political leaders resorting to their usual drama of bickering... it is the same old story in a new form. Every blast, every attack proves the failure of our 'INTELLIGENCE AGENCIES' apparently, and once considerable damage is done everyone is on a high alert. We never learn from old lessons while the anti-social

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Senior in school, son of a fav teacher, amazing blogger, the big chef cast a spell to break the jinx I was caught in for a long time.This tag was done at a time when yours truly almost banged her head on the desk trying to understand, Why on earth did Mr. Leibenstein come up with something like this. She cursed herself for the day she voluntereed to do a preso on the same. Yes, all of it seemed

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Another directionless post ahead. Do I even need to mention that?These days everyone seems to be worried about my future. "What next?", every random person in my neighbourhood torment me with the same question. Sometimes I feel even my neighbour's dog 'Kaiser' gives me that questioning look...What next? I wonder why is it that most of the people have only 2 names for their pet dogs in this part

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We were visiting this famous 20 kg grand aunt of mine. She stays in some isolated place in a remote area in Trichur. It is literally a pattikaadu surrounded by rubber plantations. Electricity connection hasn't reached this part of the world in spite of those numerous rural electrification projects and all that jazz you get to see on newspapers. ( read the government's propaganda with those

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Happy Birthday to Me!!!(this was my b'day cake last year! Dunno why those co-intern googlers missed the M)hope this does the part of showing off on your b'dayThank you God, for everything !!!Thank you for giving me all those wonderful people around me, who touched my life in some or the other way. People who made me realize the person I am, for making me feel special, who have seen me grow, who

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"Chechi, finally that woman is leaving. Thank God", my 9 year old cousin was expressing her relief evidently feigning her emotions. Her mother was present when this conversation happened and I could picture the situation the kid was in. Caught between two worlds, one in which she craved for attention and be counted as grown up and the other which forced her not to involve in adults' matters.

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The blaring ambulance horn pierced through my ears. The entire day I lay on the hospital bed, unconscious. I was admitted and under observation with a serious case of Jaundice. Completely dehydrated, nauseated, and tired, every muscle in my body ached. As I opened my eyes, I caught a glimpse of few men; bringing in a man and a woman who were victims of an accident. Amidst the chaos, a baby was

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It all started on the final day of our church feast. St.Joseph was getting richer by the minute, the offering box(nercha petti) didn't have a hole that was big enough for the riches. Like any other true devotee I too proceeded towards St.Joseph's statue. In a parish church, where people know you, it is a matter of serious discussion if you do not put anything in the offering box and limit

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I took this tag from Jina and as she said, this is a real therapy! I found the tag just at the right time when I was in one of those I want to tear the world apart, I'm so frustrated...moodsDisclaimer: Views expressed in the tag are particularly pointed at certain people around me. I am sure you do pop-in here to enquire about my dire-straits (you wished!)... I hope you get the message at least

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Some basic knowledge of the political scenario in Kerala is a must for reading this post. This is one of my first attempts in the rare ventures I make in a world outside "I-me-myself".The Characters have slight resemblance with anyone living or dead. This is a creative pursuit with minor elements of truth in the incidents.Concerned about the lack of physical exercise and degenerating sportsman

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Long directionless post ahead!Alarmed by the fact that my dad's pot-belly is shrinking and that I am growing side-ways during the vacation, mom packed me off to good old Trivandrum. Post jinxed era, dad is here all alone, cooking by himself and reliving his good old bachelor days.Another reason cited was, mom wants me to cook for dad and avoid certain consequences in the future like,Face the

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Now people don't run away seeing the title. I have no intention of a verbal assault or cracking PJs here. This is our sad story, in search of a vettukathi.The other day, mom and I were shopping in Mathikere market. Along with the usual vegetables, fruits, leaves, and all that stuff which my mom wants to feed me and make up for the 3 years, we were also searching for a vettukathi.There was this

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Tired, exhausted, drained of all energy and badly in need of a break I did it. One of the gravest mistakes you shouldn't be doing between 7.30 p.m and 10.00 p.m. As I was flipping through the channels, I heard a man saying." JOSCO Jewelers Vailankanni Mathavu". Branding Mother Mary with jewelers is an oxymoron. Is there a greater insult for Mother Mary? I had watched a few episodes before and in

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We just bought our brand new fridge. It's not that our old one has been dumped into some junkyard. It's still functioning, alive and kicking. However, as we the jinxed Josephs have been marred by dislocations and relocations, we have divided and departed. In our family circles and the not-so liked(personally) church circles, the only circles we are subject to discussion, they say, ''Avar ellam

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Silverine tagged me and here goes my first take at a tag. As a disobedient tagee this comes a bit late...I swear all the answers are best to my knowledge and the most honest answers I can give.1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER: "Taare Zameen Par". Bolo wi-fi and youtube zindabad. Saved a lot of money( does not mean I'm stingy!)2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING? The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri.

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Tomorrow would be the last day, I wouldWake up at 8.25 for an 8.30 class. I’ll always be indebted to the college bell (which makes my life a hell), conveniently located right opposite to my room.Rush into the class at 8.35, unbathed and uncombed in some drab clothes (courtesy the dhobi) and give the eternal excuse of water shortage in hostel. But a more lame excuse can come up this way... And

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This post has drawn its inspiration from here.For a 7 year old, who shifted to Kerala from Bangalore and knew kurichu kurichu Malayalam, the Catechism classes in Malayalam used to be a night-mare. To add to my woes, I was a KV student, which meant no Malayalam was taught in school.My parents decided to put me in Class 1 for catechism while I was in class 3 in school.The teacher, a frail woman,

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This post by Silverine, inspired me to write about "kundry mallus", as she described it. Life in the land of our ancestors, holds special memories in our hearts. The simple unsophisticated way of life, the delicious naadan (traditional) dishes, the fresh air and exposure to nature at its best is something our future generations are missing out on (why do I already sound like an old grandmother?)

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St.Joseph would be perplexed if he happens to see this. Before the Josephites figure out and come in search of me, let me state, this has nothing to do with any St.Joseph's educational institutions all over the world.The Joseph's family is jinxed since November 2006. Blame it on the efforts initiated by the Government of India and few invisible, dubious conspirators to disband familial bonds in

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The members of "I don't know how NOT to behave rudely" club need to be sent to Alcatraz. Rudeness for no reason can get into the nerves of any sane person. When people realize that they are at an advantage, do they have to show off that they are at an advantage by being rude?This is the incident which prompted me to write this post.Staying at home away from home, Canteen is our ultimate source

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Why do certain psycho freak females irritate me so much? Why do I feel their brains have just popped out of their skulls and went flying away to Kiribati islands? These are girls who are called friends. Now, where do you determine the parameters of friendship? I haven't figured out...The most famous of the lot, college friends or rather acquaintances, for whom every other girl is a bitch. They

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'Mol ippo enthina padikkunne?"( What are you studying now?) I'm not spared of this question wherever I go. Be it the shopkeeper in the neighbourhood or the achayans and achyathis in church or any social or formal gathering, or even just meeting a person randomly.Me doing my B.A in B'lor..."Why did You have to go all the way to Bangalore to do just a B.A"? I have faced this question thousand times

jjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17721044234403169767noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054624751046551373.post-45283684128594674722008-02-21T16:54:00.000+05:302009-07-12T22:03:47.725+05:30

Dear God....!You're just great. There is none like you who can play around so much...One day you make feel like shit and the next day you make me feel on top of the world!I was going through a really bad phase and had become an emotional wreck (it's not a case of being ditched :P, I'm still a singled out single..k I'm overusing the term these days.., it’s just a matter of being misunderstood for

jjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17721044234403169767noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054624751046551373.post-86837441264692983142008-02-20T12:13:00.000+05:302009-07-12T22:04:12.705+05:30

When you realize your intentions were not wrong, yet they were perceived to be wrongWhen you learn, it’s really really tough to handle people you care for,When you accept, once a bond is broken, it’s hard to rebindWhen you come to know, people you considered best of friends, turned out to be foesWhen you see it’s all drifting away...When you know your effort to bring it back is futileYou realize,

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The season of love, roses, romance, red and hearts is back... I seriously wonder do they actually need a day to express their love for each other. No, I'm not here for the Anti-Valentine campaign which is also making its mark everywhere these days, promoted by people who have their own reasons to hate Valentine's day. Being self-obsessed as usual, I'm just recounting the pre-valentine happenings

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"Your Roommate is such a b***h", said one of my roommate's friends to my roommate.My roomy was shocked, but being a sweetheart that she is, she enquired as to what had happened and what made that person, give me such an unlikely description. (I’m an angel you see).The story goes like this. The other day I was out with my friends and happened to see this girl. I've met her only once in my life.

jjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17721044234403169767noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054624751046551373.post-77688509942166225862008-02-07T18:36:00.000+05:302009-07-12T22:05:06.420+05:30

A common man's perspectiveIndian economy has many reasons to be proud of at present. The Economy achieved 9.2% GDP growth and is slated to achieve the 10% level in near future, India has overtaken Japan in the number of billionaires in the world, large inflow of foreign investments, industrial growth of 10.6%, the rising sensex and nifty index and the like...On the other side, the gap between

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This is the story of an illiterate mobile user. The user is still in the learning process. And this is not an exceptional case. It happens to anyone who does not belong to gen-x.Our family was a bit late to enter the mobile revolution..thanks to the free service phones of Government of India and we never felt the need to have mobiles, till I went out of town to pursue my studies. When Bsnl came

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He'd been eyeing me for so long..I realized his intentions in the very beginningHe was trying to hit on many of my friendsMost of them fell for himI saw the pain he had inflicted upon themI was aware of his presence whenever I was with them.I was cautious about him always..I knew he would bring only pain and suffering..Days passed by and he concentrated his attention on meI tried and tried but

jjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17721044234403169767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054624751046551373.post-17723774326531141222008-02-01T18:41:00.000+05:302009-07-12T22:06:23.822+05:30

Stuck up with yet another of those meaningless assignments, the ones which puts your grey cells to use in just 3 steps.1)open IE2)google it3) Ctrl C+ Ctrl VTruly speaking, I m very much infuriated with the happenings around me esp w.r.t my life in college. As of now I'm keeping it all to myself. Who will teach them will be continued, when I officially graduate from college. And, you know why!

jjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17721044234403169767noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054624751046551373.post-54997093755571713402008-01-31T15:38:00.000+05:302009-07-12T22:06:52.044+05:30

In an educational system, where getting the maximum marks is your sole aim of studying, where understanding or depth of knowledge, especially, application skills are ignored ; yet they talk about reforms and revert to square one, we students are at a loss. The age old value of 'don't say anything against your teacher' is instilled in us. But today, we are criticized of not respecting them, not

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Our concept of beauty is still envisioned as to having a fair-skin. Remember those fairness cream ads which had gripped the Indian consumers?There is a girl who is on the darker side but she is deprived of all opportunities in life owing to the same reason. She can't accomplish what she wants in life, she is a burden on her parents and she goes unnoticed or she is subject to the ridicule of the

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If Saree shopping was a pain, draping a saree is even more painful. I know few years down the line I wouldn't be saying this. But, as of now, yours truly is just stepping in to adulthood, with high heels and flaunting her new saree. It all began last day.For those of you wondering what it was all about. The day before republic day is observed as Saree Day in my college. Being an all girls college

jjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17721044234403169767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054624751046551373.post-60365997537929416232008-01-22T17:00:00.000+05:302009-07-12T22:08:28.361+05:30

When was the last time you got screamed at (especially by your mom) for being an Internet addict?My mom's exact words goes like this,"ya, be trapped in the net"... (staying away from home is a blessing in certain occasions, like you can be online as long as you wish) *wink*, I know ma, I m being mean!The wi-fi in our campus crashed, after all it needed some rest over the weekend. With almost 100

jjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17721044234403169767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054624751046551373.post-57465253569771563092008-01-18T17:49:00.000+05:302009-07-12T22:08:46.918+05:30

Reports have revealed that Fraud Mallu Syndrome(FMS)has now transmuted to varied forms. Earlier, the species of Fraud Mallu comprised of people who were born and brought up outside Kerala, born in Kerala- brought up outside Kerala, whose ancestors are form kerala etc.The FMS has swept in with the smart Mallus mainly in age-group of 16-30 stepping out of the state to pursue their studies, to work

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Its as plain as that..Mayhem, confusion, impediment, a severe body ache, a running nose , Monday morning blues, post fest and pre test depression can do this to you.still trying to figure out?????? read on..When I woke up, it struck me at least today I have to give my clothes to the dhobi or else ...ah never mind.Realization dawned that my tests begin, ya actually begin in another 2 days. I was

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The week that was..The first half of the week was all about hogging in India Coffee House in M.G, the masala dosa and the discussions you get to hear there is priceless. Meanwhile, the frantic search for a judge/judges for the mock press event of our fest was on. 3 people backed off on after the other, in the order, on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday which had my constantly low blood pressure rising.

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Autowallahs in Bangalore can be really annoying and rude, and I think every Bangalorean has faced the wrath of the hostile, inhospitable auto drivers in Bengaluru. You see an auto parked , approach them, and ask for your destination. The driver gives a blank expression, thinks for sometime(as if he is figuring out how he can loot that person) and just nods his head in such a way that you really

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These are the thoughts I penned down partially on my way back from Trivandrum, partially in a very boring Industrial Socio Class and also on a jobless afternoon when I'm trying to sleep but was quite unsuccessful and why?????? I'll let you know.During the journey, I happened to listen to this conversation between a first year grad student from Kerala and an Engineer who'd joined AOL 9 months back

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Adieu 2007.. undoubtedly the most happening year in my lifeWaiting to see what 2008 is gonna unfurl for me..Here I go..and my resolutions.. never mind, I hardly remember what I resolved to do last year..Maybe this time, at least this post would remind me.*To sleep ( less in class and more in the night or the other way round... haven't decided yet)*To study (what??????? clueless)*To eat (less or

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Day: Sometime in NovemberPlace : One of the biggest textile showrooms in Trivandrum , Parthas. Looting place is how I'd describe it.Daughter needed a few saris since it was her final year in college and she had major events like farewell, graduation day etc, coming up where she needed to flaunt her femininity.Mother drags her daughter to go saree shopping. Enter.Mother to the salesman," Show me

jjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17721044234403169767noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054624751046551373.post-26341356445674577212007-12-21T10:54:00.000+05:302009-07-12T22:11:37.776+05:30

Whenever I make an acquaintance with a kid, one of the very first questions I ask is, What do you wanna become when you grow up?I was thinking, even I have been through the same stages and today when I look back, I can't help but laugh at myself( no pun intended)I remember saying, I wanted to become and IAS and then join the Missionaries of Charity as a nun, so that I'll have the power, to serve

jjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17721044234403169767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054624751046551373.post-6149452148928884252007-12-20T23:00:00.000+05:302009-07-12T22:11:57.662+05:30

Train No.6526, Bangalore-Kanyakumari Express.This train is the one I have travelled the most in my life. The journey in this particular train has gifted me with so many memories.I dont remember what happened when I was 3 months old( when I first travelled by this train), but I still remember how much I looked forward to travel by this train while I was a kid. Those days, this train known as

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15.6.07- With tearful goodbyes and promises to keep in touch I was back in Bangalore from HYD.16.6.07- I started feeling homesick and with major drama and overacting , I managed to get a break for a week.1st week of the last year of college- Roll No 18 was regularly marked absent by which I imply I bunked in simple words.25.6.07- The first day in college(unofficially)The first hour was pub-ad. I

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Ali was a 10 year old kid. I happened to meet him on my last day of work at BOSCO. He had just arrived there and I made the move to talk to this poor little chap who sat there with a sullen face. He seemed to be aloof from the rest of the gang and there was something about him which instantly drew my attention." Aapka naam kya hai"? I asked" Ali" came the reply. He seemed to be apprehensive about

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This tag has been lifted shamelessly from Jose's.Three things I am passionate about1. MUSIC2. BOOKS ( neither am I a bookworm nor a geek, rather prefer to say a I am a voracious reader)3. COMPUTERSThree things that scare me1. FAILURE2. Having to do something or live with someone that/whom I don't like, for a lifetime ( screw English grammar, I spent half an hour trying to figure out what is the

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A week in Google and here are some things which have turned things upside down for me.My cab is always the first one to come. That means i have to wake up at 6.30 and get ready.Now getting ready is another routine which I had to change. Waking up at 8.25 a.m and arriving late by 10min for a 8.30 class is something I was very much used to. And I hardly bothered about the way I dressed up.But,

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Training today brought back all those forgotten parts of my pre-google story.A: What are the ethical issues regarding placing porn ads in google search pages?Me: *choked for words* well sir... it wil affect the credibility of google, blah blah!!!!!!!!!A: what would you do to sort it out?again I said some things which can't be disclosed.A: I see you have worked with an NGO, tell me what you did.Me

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This is how it all began. One fine Saturday I was right there in the auditorium wondering what was I doing. Google had come for Internship Interviews and I just thought why not go there for experiencing how is it like to face an interview. Making my Resume for the first time, the prelims and eagerly waiting for my results it was an unforgettable experience. Next came the Interview session.M: Hi

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It was like a dream come true. Finally I m at google Hyderabad doing my internship.Right from the day my exams ended I couldn't conceal my excitement of coming over here.28th evening we were flown into the Nizam's city and since then everyday has been like a new and wonderful experience.Today was my first day at work. Morning we all arrived with those serious, (fake)professional looks but I never

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Exams were getting onto our nerves and the day came when we were completely out of stock. Stock here stands for our food stock i.e,our midnight snacks! Me, E and M were trying to figure out what to do to satiate our grumbling stomachs. We had English exam the next day,M was trying to grill something about " The affliction of Margaret" though the context was different. We were afflicted with

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The common man's troubles with the Indian Services, Govt employees etc have always been an issue. I had always seen my parents undergo the same troubles but never thought disaster would dawn upon me one day.Yesterday, I d been to the railway station to bid farewell to my uncle and family.I wanted to purchase the platform ticket and had no change. After frantically searching and begging I managed

jjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17721044234403169767noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054624751046551373.post-53406686095432514772007-04-18T14:50:00.000+05:302009-07-12T22:17:21.940+05:30

Two Famous Indian personalities fell into hot soup with the so called watchdogs of Indian culture and the moral police. One person didn t want to embarrass foreigners while another foreigner embarrassed himself in India.Mr. Narayan Murthy who was lauded to be a befitting presidential Candidate did what was described as letting down our National integrity.As per media, Mr. Narayana Murhty said,”

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"Ammumma" is the Malayalam word for grandmother.( for those of you who don't know).Our experiences with grandparents are priceless. Though I had a close relationship with my grandparents, this Ammumma was in no way related to me. When my parents were struggling hard to find someplace or someone to look after me during day time when they left for work, Ammumma came into my life. This Blog is for a

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Yet another day of joblessness. Sam and I were discussing STUFF( things regarding our farewell party). Time was almost 1 p.m and we wondering what to do the whole afternoon.Damn the moment we saw the Bangalore Times(BT). Apocalypto and Pursuit of happiness were running in INOX. We rushed for the 1.10 show. Laud our over confidence of making it on time.We reached the theatre at 1.30 for the 1.10

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This is about one dear lady, who has to bear with all our grumblings( or rather she grumbles at us), the one who can do a good job if she is appointed as the food and agricultural minister. She is great at calculations and predictions. She can get really troublesome at times and we just feel like strangling her neck.This is our beloved "chechi" in hostel(we call her chechi though she s old enough

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For the past few days life has just been a turmoil for me. I m in a totally, lost and confused state.I felt as if I m undergoing a phase of depression!!!!!( depression and me????? just can t believe it)I was trying to find out what s troubling me so much? why do i get irritated at the smallest of things?I couldn't t make sense out of anything I saw or heard. Life just seems to flow in an aimless

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17th February - I was very feeling very sad because my parents had come over and I had to leave them and go for my OUTREACH Work. We were assigned a field visit to Bangalore City railway station and The KSRTC, BMTC bus stations. The time we spent in the city railway station and the bus stations in Majestic seemed like a journey to a different world. It was a world we never came through before,

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14th feb 2007another valentine s day dawns!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!7.45 p.m- the breakfast bell rings ( apparently that s my alarm)...I wake up grumbling at chechi,my college and everyone around me. I check my mobile inbox to find silly valentine forwards. The smart people wished me in advance coz messages were getting charged. So another boring college day( would have been quite interesting had it been a

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starting off ...............the musings of a crazy heart and cautious mind,i have always been caught in the midst of the two, when my heart says go head,my mind says stop!!!!!!!!!here i begin the blog listening to my heart but my mind says,,jo how long will this one last????

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