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I was like any other normal fresher hunting for jobs ,the equations were always tough like a T20 match 36 runs from 6 balls and this particualr interview is one step ahead , 42 runs from 6 balls. This is virtually impossible unless you get an extra no ball,and that too if it was hit it for a six.Did i make it..? That was my final round of interview for an MNC,This time it was 5 rounds before i came here.I was pretty confident as admission forms in to the company were already filled in and individuals photographs were already collected,There were couple of my class mates who also made it to the final round.I found people around were all tensed and all in preparation,I was wondering because i thought at final round every one would be selected as we were 120 people out of 4000 people who took the exam. Things turned very different when my class mate(techically 500 decibels) came out with all tears from the interview room,There were four HRs who were recruiting and we all fou...

This was the time of my life when I was desperate to show this world that I am no more a kid.. I was studying 9 th std,There was a place in my life where I longed to go every now and then but I made it only during summer vacations. Some thing fascinated about that place beautiful valley, chirping birds, fog covered rocks, nice cold breeze............hrrkkkkkk,,,,,,,,,,ok enough, nothing of that sort.....it was my grand ma's place, Chennai city located 70 miles away from my village,. being born and brought up in a village I was always fascinated with the fast and busy city life, crooked streets, closely knitted buldings,thundering motor bikes and autorikshaws moving like beetles etc. We as a family will all travel together to Chennai during summer, hardly I will complete my exams on the last day of the annual examination with the urge and fascination in my mind to go to my dream place.Added to the joy is I rejoiced watching the shops on the way every year, I f...

This time I was at school, My 10th std. board exams were just over. I had already enrolled myself for a camp during the vacation. I used to catch these camps (scouts and guides) occasionally during my schooldays. I loved those tented life for some reasons, felt like serving in the army. I enrolled for this particular camp without even reading properly the kind of camping and the camping location. After finding the details I was terror struck, this camp is not the regular ones I used to go, this is about Yogasana and Hindutuva.what...........!!!.And the location is a small agrakaram(a small Brahmin location) in deep interior tamilnadu!!!!!!!!!!!. Being brought up as a Christian, less likely my parents would accept if I utter the reasons for camping .so I dressed up in the usual scout uniform(a camouflage) and left my home with authentic non vegetarian foods, my mom usually packs these for me while camping. All of our class mates assembled at our school, after some act of bullying from m...

It was the time when internet started slowly swallowing the towns and suburbs. At my college there was my friend who is a very normal person except for his uncharacteristic ,unexplainable, unnatural...what ever...crush towards our lecturer(oops!). he kept on dreaming about her ,he never minded what ever, how ever we may made fun of him, she (lecturer) was friendly to him as she was with every one, but he kept on enhancing stories to his advantage. When we were thinking how long this would go ,the story came to a grinding halt when She left our college marrying some one in US. Now without much options he consoled himself and started penning few sad poems(I vomited thrice after reading it). When I thought finally it's all over, one fine day with a bright face and a big smile he walked to me and told that he wants me to join with him at the internet center that evening for an important reason. I was little skeptical as we had our semester exams starting the very next day but by being ...

I am notorious and popular for one thing at my school...that was my English. All my teachers believed I am good at English except my English teacher. I was always corresponded for English from letter writing to news reading at my school. I am not sure if I am good at all these but I am sure I was not as good as they imagined. I was sure that one day my unintended ingenuity and true color would be exposed but I decided to move on, who would want to shed these perks and popularity. My maths master was one of my biggest fans. I used to read problems for him from the text book in a very stylish Anglican way(he thought so..) that I was always spared from home work and low marks. I almost managed to clear the paper some how. I somehow maintained my ingenuity but for one day..... I remember that bright sunny afternoon when my maths master was ill ,when he was no more able to handle the class he called for the peon and asked for anyone in the class to write down 'Fever...

It's been a while...may be some 15 years back....when i was in my school.I was studying 6th std and i am one of the members of the elite group who owned a Bicycle.Occasionally people use to borrow cycle from me during lunch break,either to have lunch at their home or to go to shops.There was this guy called selva of class 10 who normally likes my bicycle and often borrows for a ride to have lunch in his home. When this borrowing became an habit i started slowly to hesitate,some times i told him reasons but some how he managed to take it out with him.when i finally decided to stop giving, i told him a blunt reason that my parents would scold me and i am also not interested.A couple of days passed by and when i thought that i did tremendously well to prohibit him,he walked to me with a wicked smile,with a piece of paper. He placed that paper in to my pocket and told me "will you not lend your bicycle even now"?panic stricken i was surprised to see that paper had few ques...