Inspired from Manasi’s (her’s from here). Simple logic: title says it all! Theme: things related to Singaara Chennai. Reliance opens new iStore. So sterile! Naidu hall: the family store. Really? Sterling joins College: Haddows is born. Rajini film release. 1st week house-full. Sathyam cinemas: expensive, but worth it! “Mylapore to Airport auto.” “Rs. 500.” Walk. [...]
Posts Tagged ‘college’
Six words. Few clauses. One story.
Posted in Ridiculous, tagged college, singaara Chennai, sixes, tam-culture on October 10, 2009 | 11 Comments »
Does it really matter?
Posted in Ridiculous, tagged college, job, placements, woes and worries on September 13, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Here’s my rough understanding of how the Indian education system works: Kids are pushed into school when they’re three two-and-a-half two one-and-a-half. They’re grown up to believe “studying” is the only way they could come up in life. All those sports people who became billionaires through endorsements playing good sports are cheats, and aren’t good [...]
First day at work
Posted in Supposition, tagged college, security, university ramblings on August 28, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Warning: longer than usual post. And my experiment with fiction. Fiction, yeah right! Having spent much of my life like HawkEye’s hero, there hasn’t really been much to tell others about me. Forty years of my life just passed by, talking with the neighbourhood vetti fellows, reading the newspaper, staring into the sky wondering why the stars [...]
If
Posted in Supposition, tagged bosh, can't change India, college, rules on July 30, 2009 | 51 Comments »
If I started my own private engineering college, I would call myself the chancellor to the college, and make my children pro-chancellors at the age of 10 in order to get a place in the Limca Book of Records. Don’t blame me, if you want, build your own college and make your 2 year old [...]
Collision course
Posted in Pheelings, tagged bordeaux, college, whim on April 10, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Sometimes we’re on a collision course, and we just don’t know it. Whether it’s by accident or design, there’s not a thing we can do about it. On a thursday morning like any other in Bordeaux, three ticket-inspectors were chatting in the lobby of the Pessac railway station; a 15-year old girl was trying to [...]




