Mr. Sanders

“What’s love Mr. Sanders?” ‘Love’s when death becomes a paradox; You have grown so old with someone that dying before her feels like a crime but you can’t take the anguish of later either.’ “How old are you Mr. Sander’s?” He smiled, ‘Twenty-two years of life and a forty-two of heaven.” “What happened on that…

THE UNTOLD STORY OF 13TH BLOCK

Note- I’m not sure if it was 4th Block or 13th. I have always preferred to stay away from planchets and Ouija board sessions. I avoid the forum meetings when any related experiment or session is planned. It’s not that I do not believe in it. In fact I have seen quite a few examples…

THE UNTOLD STORY OF 1st BLOCK

THE UNTOLD STORY OF 1st BLOCK DISCLAIMER: All details mentioned in this piece are loosely based on common rumours and facts, and otherwise are of figments of imagination. As shadows coalesced under the moonlight, their glazed eyes dared not gaze into the other. As she fell into his embrace and soaked up his heat, her…

The Room

He loved the study. He claimed that he could spend a lifetime there. It was one place he cleaned himself, managed and even arranged. It had been the same since ages. The Mahogany was consistent through the room. A leather sofa set to the left with a small centre table that often had a book…

Tips- before forwarding the CV

I came across a dozen CV’s lately particularly from MIT Manipal. The MITians are known in the country to be smart which we proudly shove at anyone’s face if questioned about our academic prowess. However, majority of the CVs forwarded to me had some very grave mistakes. Being a six pointer myself, I preferred presenting…

Placements-The Emotions

Daf’s typical reaction to any kind of an emotional situation, sad or happy was, “Let’s grab a Smoke”. His GPA enabled him to sit for a very few companies while his classmates from IT were all getting placed. It was an axiom during placements that moral support groups (AKA friends) needed to be there at…

The Drug Chronicles- Manipal

Note– The following story is based on three true stories exclusive of each other. All names are changed. Knock knock knock… knock… knock knock!!! It was a room on the ground floor of the seventeenth block. Rohan and his room-mate had decided to smoke up the first time (Second year). A guy with a goatee opened…

Chapter 5: Ascent

Dull are the days of spontaneous, Love And dull are the days you tried With a knife at your neck I’d leave you a lull And you’d have pined it inside  Love is not even close to being the strongest emotion. There is no perpetuity in it; the crude adrenaline cocooned by the ‘butterflies’. It…

Last time MIT Protested

There are two prime concerns of a parent sending his/her kid to Manipal, one is the drug scene, and other is the finance. It is often joked that they never put up a Law College here for they’d be sued till broke. The hostel, mess and the tuition fee is among the highest in the…