Yes ,its the picture above which shows some of my seniors having fun at the top of the building construction,a few days before they were about to pass out of college.This above photo is of very great importance to me.here is why,this photo represents the only ray of hope,a few hours of happiness that was captured by a lens.A snap,in the far future that surely, when seen ,will make you remember that once you came with your friends and all the fun that you had,the little pranks they played on you,all the pranks you played on them the classes that you bunked together.Funny,did you notice one thing?.4years of our life,we came to the college to study,but this one picture erases all the memory about exams,projects and stuff and stages a non stop show of all the wonderful and colorful days that you enjoyed,thus making an impression that if ever happiness was there studying at college,it was at bunking the class along with your friends.
As i was saying,i saw this picture.This picture of a group of friends on the top of the building became a symbol of ,The parting of ways.
It was quiet recently that some of us bunked the class(nothing new here),but decided to do something new.We wanted to go to the 7th floor of the building under construction.
Oh my God! i have never seen such a view.The whole of Thiruvananthapuram looked like a small orchard.In fact all of us were really awed by this view.A small breeze began to blow.
I dunno if Shakesphere could have had this experience of staying with friends at the top floor but
the ambiance silenced us.We were lost for words.I stud there while the others were roaming.Suddenly the picture of my seniors flashed.
For a brief moment i thought,oh my god! only a year left.The nostalgic effect of the seniors picture made me sort of sad myself.We went together,all of us,sat on the edge of the 7 floor building.Wind was blowing,changing its directions frequently,suddenly i thought we could be the next wind.We blew together till now,and finally we might go in distant direction in an unknown land there we make no difference.
We sat there silent searching for the distant dream in the vast land(the city) that spread before us.
Silently in our mind we promised that even if we separate,instead of us separating the memories of this picture will unite us!
DEDICATED TO ALL FINAL YEARS
Ladies ans gentlemen,
In what could be seen as a great uprising of the century,people of Iran have taken the protest to the streets.Joining hands they move in millions.The echoes of Iran is reverberating in the whole world.The thirst for democracy is what drives them forward.This is a struggle to put an end to the mad eye dictatorship that reigns chaos in this east lands!.For long have these people have craved for democracy only to be send back empty handed.
This election is what made the people go furious against the administration which is alleged to have reached the helm of superiority by fraudulent ways.There is a nonstop voice that is screaming to put an end to this injustice that these people have had to face under religious dictators or what i would like to call "ASSUMED HEROES" who think they know whats best for their people and took the liberty of calling the shots themselves.This is the sort of thing that has been happening for a long time.Now when men and women protest against the injustice for their right,the govt forces try to gag them with what can be called as cold blooded murder.
Food,water,air & freedom are our birth rights because without even one of them man cant survive.When one of our birth rights are taken away we protest,we fight because at the expense of our slavery and servitude some one else is enjoying his life with luxury.
Friends,what can i say for even freedom of free speech is not available for them to protest.So protesting in web was taken as a method to take the fight to these people.These brothers,sisters and friend need help so instead of getting carried away by the death of the celebrated dancer who gave us 2 or 3 dance moves,one must try what we can to help these people who are fighting for a cause.
As an Indian who considers democracy above all,i pledge my whole hearted support to these people!
i am posting a few links seeing these,may be you too can tune yourself to joining the battle and to be one the side of freedom and democracy where ultimately victory is assured!
http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/06/irans_disputed_election.html
http://iran.whyweprotest.net/
http://tehran.stanford.edu/
There are a few times in your life when u feel that some thing magical touched you,yet you do not know what it was.These magical things may be a stroke of wind,a thought,a view or any thing that gives you a feeling that lasts for a micro second or even minutes but its effect is like fresh stream of pure bliss flowing through the veins.you can feel it and when these mysterious bliss through your body.for a minute your mind splits from your body a freaky experience then it comes back.Let me call this the freak effect.
ok now you start to wonder why the hell i am talkin abt this.Dont worry i havent gone nuts writing kerala university xams.i had this experience many a times.so i decided why shouldnt i tell you this?.sorry guys, i cant start this without the help of kerala university.
it was again the stinkin xam time.what can i do fellas?,3 modules to study,i left 1 and half for the final day.i set the alarm for 2 am(yea i know what you are thinkin,but was my fate).i woke up put on my computer for downloading movies(the only good thing about wakin up early,after xam movies).i kindled the stove,made a cup of hot coffee,the sheer sight of my family sleeping while i was the cursed one to do all the hard work made me angry.i took the cup of coffee,went to the terrace(i like to drink the coffee there).i opened the door that led to the terrace,the sight i saw was beautiful.i saw full moon creeping through the clouds.i sat down on one of the steps beginning to sip the coffee i have on my hands.soon i saw an aeroplane.
So this is when i got the freak effect.i began to think in a few years ill be going somewhere in this flight that will fly just above my home,i would look down and say,hey one day i sat there studyin for my xaminations,oh boy the hot coffee and the full moon,the small small hardships i went through
to get the records submitted on time,all the craps i went through to write the xams.And thinkin abt xams how can i not mention all the friends who helped me on and off the exam hall.Wow all the times i bunked the classes to go on the roof tops of the construction site of my building from where the whole city was one gorgeous view.the construction site showed the whole terrain of the city :slopes,plains.
Yep fun were all those days when we(me and my friends) used to sand there to watch planes take off and land like bugs going here and there.The top of the building was a splendid place where strong winds blow that could make your hair dance.
and after that all the time we played volleyball one the field and broke down all the roof tiles,how we use to scream and howl outside the lab while we scream until they gave the volleyball they took from us.
Suddenly i looked around as if i woke up from a trance.my mind went to the future and thought about the past,which included my present where i was still sitting drinkin coffee.
well,this story ends in tragedy because i was still stuck with a lot to study.however,the fact that ive got a year left to study,made the college look a bit different.
Hi friends,
Today its 5:50 as i write the article in this blog.Funny why did i tell you the time,coz i just reached from CET after an exam i think the world has seen for the first time.So guys listen to this.
It all started in the morning.I woke up at 1 am in the morning.Turned on my computer, as i usually do,just surf for mails n stuff and put films and stuff to download.I opened mozilla and googled arsenal."Hang on" i said to myself "shit, the quarter final is due today , arsenal Vs hull".
boy i tuned in really fast watched the entire match.Fine i was just going to go , it was 3 am .
Suddenly breaking my silence BONG! its the cricket series.I thought 10 minutes of cricket wont hurt.It went over after over.And finally clock struck 6 am.I thought,"damn it,enough is enough.i am getting the hell outahere"I went up stairs thinking i could study something for the exam[what was i thinking!,hehe].As usual i went up and started studying.Suddenly Thierry Henry came and told me "Wake up".It was a girly voice.Now thats eerie.I closed my eyes in disbelief.But then i opened again.It was my mom.Damn it! i was sleeping with the lab manual stuck in my mouth[hehe].Man i rushed through my routines and got ready for college.
And there i was at CET,quite a busy college.And to say the truth,man werent the chicks awesome!.Still i havent touched my lab manual.But now i was determined,i ran thorough the lab manual[I wonder was i dreaming still?].
Finally,the hour came.It was like aragorn going to face the whole of mordor.I went inside.As usual,i got the worst experement.Its the shaping machine.So i wrote in the procedure,and went to the machine.As usual,something wrong happens to me.The screw to be unscrewed dosent move.I called for the lab assistant.He came to me smiling " hey ya fella,stop the experiment you may go,i'll take care of it[boy, does machine shop roxx].Me and my frnd Praseeth started laughing,finally i stopped to say,"Sir,i just started"He smiled and said "Ok,do it fast then".
I started the machine finally.In fact all of them started.The whole ambience made me feel as if i was somewhere in between a war.
Something even more eerie happened.I saw fried rice and ice creams being taken in.I was like WTF!.Suddenly the machineshop was filled with teachers.It was like a feast.One of the sirs came to me and asked,"Did you have your food?".I said,"Yes".He was going on asking everyone.
After some time about one and a half hours before the exams end.Suddenly the hall was filled with a sound of a man,"Everybody stop your work,wash your hands,lets sit together and eat".
Before we knew it we were sitting on a bench eating fried rice,ice creams and all in the middle of our university exam.It was 2 of the lab asst sirs send off party.Boy did we all eat.And finally.We washed our hands,went to the respective machines.MY tummy reached there before i could [hehe].And the work started.I was mocking Praseeth fior the lack of patience in his work.Bang!
my cast iron cube has turned into the shape of a rock from neolithic age.Boy!,you should have seen the way Praseeth laughed.It was nearly time 3.30.Time to wind up.I adjusted the shape and finally it looked almost like it should.It was 4 o clock.I started my bike thinking of what i was going to do in the tour that [at the moment i write] is going to come.home at 5 o clock,had my cup of coffee.And at 5.50 i decide to tell you this.And finally at 6.60,i tell you
THE END!
Dear friends,all i have done wrong is that i was born in this Indian generation.Since i was born i was taught that i have to be proud of my country well let me tell you that i am very proud indeed!but not really a fan of the current Indian generation."Why?" is the one word that might have filled your mind.
Is that so? em? ok let me take you to a little ride,a ride through the Indian evolution that i wanna say i am really uncomfortable with.
I am sure that you people would have noticed that people walk around you with ultra modern life style just to show that they are living the life just like an american or a european along with the looks that seem to point out that is cool being like a yanke or a blue blood.
The reason why i am writing this blog is that i found a boy while i went to my school reunion saying that he dropped out of college just because he didnt like it.Would you believe it if i told you that he was studying his 3rd year while he dropped out!.Most of the people dont even show the minutest fraction of their parents interest.We have become directionless..Worst people who really make fuzz in making a brilliant career pay least notice to their parents,but are more than happy to wash their boss's toilet for money.I say that i am a student who bunks most of the classes but i atleast have an idea about my life.My aspiration,believe it is to work as a college lecturer nearby(after some experience in any industry ofcourse).When i give this as a reply to people(friends,relatives,neighbours bla bla bla.....)the reply i get is quite hideous.
they ask me "why the hell do you wanna do that! go to america or something".the point i am trying to make is, being Indians,a proud one should do some thing as a token of gratitude to the opportunities it has given us.
Instead we find many people willing to desert our country for money.But every people be it you or me we say
"I will do something for our country"
ask yourself
"will i do something?"
i am quite sure that many of our conscience hides in shame.
i must admit.what have i done till now?
no!,nothing! nada!.........
The thing is we have he desire to do something for our country but at our age of 20 to 40
we think that money is everything.
Atleast this ask a young man this question or ask yourself
"i have call letters from NASA and ISRO,which should i take?"
the answer comes clear dosent?
unless our generation does something drastically to do something to keep the Indianess
alive we will become directionless youth like in west...
moral of the story:-
"WAKE UP,REALIZE WHAT YOU ARE ,DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!"
Waking up in the morning i look towards the sky,
how i wish i could see the birds fly,
life is a rush ,we run,
where has gone all the fun?
look around,
what have you found?
only a life split into pieces
more waste than waste.......
realise the reality
we lead a life of formality
i want to live,
i want to feel the morning breeze and chirps of birds,
i want to run away from what we live
i want to sleep to an intoxicating dream,
where i find gardens,chocolates and ice cream
where the butterflies fly along
where there is love
where there is time
where life is really lived
yes i want to live..............................................
"Dont you sleep at home?".I suddenly replied "errrrrrrrr,head ache".She said "ok
sleep".With embarrassment i closed my eyes thinking what happened to the little boy..............................................................................................................
The Aussies are breeding a new cricket without any values of sportsmanship.Having been criticized for racial remarks against the touring players all these years long,now its trying to bring things the other way round.Aggravating players to make them react and then file a complaint.People interpret this as a cheap tactic to wipe out the player against whom they found difficulty playing.In this case if Bhaji is found innocent, i am of the view that Symonds should be banned from cricket for the rest of his God forsaken life.
Enough of this mental aggression and stuff.Its time that the Aussies let their game do their talking rather than their mouth.
"THE HALLMARK OF A CHAMPION IS HIS DEEDS NOT HIS WORDS"
On the other side we have one of the most legendary side that has performed with class blended with experience that won games in the most adverse conditions.I am talking about team India.The inclusion of youngsters into the side has given the team a new outfit that opponents recognize and respect.The side has got what it takes to hunt n the kangaroo lands.The boxing day test startin in Melbourne on Wednesday will be interesting to watch.Last time around we went with a side with a rookie keeper and a lack lusture bowling lineup.
We gave the aussies a hard time with the ball as their willow was no match to ours and they had to answer bigtime to our spirited bowling.This time around the side looks good.They fancy it.
They see the aussies humiliated at home.the fabulous 5 will be in the magnifying glass as they take on the awesome aussies and also guide the young seeds to a memorable tour.
"ALL FOR THE BEST"
The scintillating show of both the sides have mesmerized us in the past with their drama and their passion in the one religion that binds us in nearly a day of excitement -"CRICKET".
But nowadays the titan clash has attracted companies because of the amount they fetch from the clash
so they planned many a games and now its beginning to lose its charm.The India vs Pakistan odi series was
a lack lusture one with the only point of dreaming a shoib-sehwag duel.But we have been soo unlucky not to even witness the show.The only bright spots in the tournament was that the master blaster showed why nobody can ask him to quit and the second one was that India reasserted themselves as the home champions screaming their inability to win abroad.The team as a whole looks unbalanced.Rahul Dravid
having been a captain was kicked out for not performing in a series.The veteran Bangalore giant is very unlucky on that ground.His only mistake was that he wished to remove the crown of thorns.
The youngsters are given a lot of opportunities.Sadly all show only initial glitter but they never survive the long race.The last odi was the insight of India's bench strength.All of them have the same problem which is that
over media hype makes them feel that they are super stars ,rather they should believe that they are yet to do legendry work which others will dream to pursue inthe comming years.
The pic i've put shows Yuvi with neither satisfaction nor eagerness to do more.
This pic shows the state of the million fans who go bezzerk over Indian cricket
lets hope we revive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Do we have a port?
yes
What good is it?
Its no good
Then is there a port that's useful?
Yes
Where is it?
In God's own land KERALA
What is it?
Vizhinjam
Vizhinjam is situated in the land of SREE PADMANABHA the deepest of water sites which has the potential to be one of the best ports in Asia.Then why such a port has not been made?God only knows why this port was not built
Is there a conspiracy then?Yes, there could be.Well that is what ill like to discuss for now
For that ill begin with the trade mechanism.The Indian market is the greatest market in the world.All the trade goods thet are to be brought to India are brought to Dubai
and then from there its shipped to IndiaThe same thing also happens to Pakisthan.All the ships are finding it difficult to unload it to India.The route is soo tedious when diverted to Dubai.This explains the rise in expense in the products here while the same thing costs a thousand Rs less in Dubai.example
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The question is asked by all girls who are not willing to join mechanical engineering due to some unknown reason.
This might be due to the fact that they are not physically and mentally tough to be it.
People always tell the story of the fox and the grapes.
Well i think its so similar here because it takes to be a heck of a toughster to be a mexxian
Well at least one should not sit in classes while mass cutting.
Unity is strength and to be mexxian is to be united even at your cost.
That is what makes us different.
Mechanical engineers are synonymous with power.
That is why mental and physical strength makes us the best among all.
We all mexxians are one family
that indeed makes us soooo great
"UNITY IS STRENGTH"
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Yesterday evening bought SE K800i from Dubai...paid 1800 uae dirhams...price includes a bluetooth headset as well...
Since then...its been a grand experience...just upgraded from a K750i...
Cheers!"
this was said in a popular review site
ie 29000rswhile at that time it costed 32000 bucks here
What a difference!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!This is a serious reason why we still look to countries like Dubai n Singapore for gadgets.This is a good reason,because a port like vizhinjam could be a serious trouble for countries like Dubai.Guys i know that its a weird possibility but a possibility is a possibility"VIZHINJAM IS OUR FUTURE GIVE IT TO US!!!!!!!!!!"