The Girl Child - A symbol of sorrow?

Can you think of killing your own daughter? The daughter whom you loved so much when she was in the womb and to whom you delivered kisses through your wife’s stomach.

A smile from a daughter, hug from a sister, pinch on the cheeks from mother, a kiss from grandmother, all the above from the lover - This is all a man needs from life. The feminine gender has always been very kind and helpful to me. Happiness is what we derive from within. But, a girl child born is considered a crime in south India, while in Rajasthan they are used for carrying pots of water. There are many reasons for girl children being disliked in southern households. They are:

1) Dowry issues: You know what? If the girl’s family is ready to give them 400 grams of gold, an engineer is ready to get married to the girl. Higher the price paid, the better the social status of the man. The only solution to this is love marriages. I thought education would put things back, but even engineering grads are also doing this. May be the education system needs to be corrected a bit.

Dowry actually started as an asset to the girl, if at all the man dies, to survive.  Then, it gradually took up on the society and now it has come up to a level of bargaining - Very similar to ragging which started up as a
friendship act. Now girls have started to go to work and everyone thinks the society has changed. Now the dialogue has changed to, “now that your girl is working, why can’t you give more?”

Vairamuthu's Sahithya Academy award winning novel 'Kallikkaattu Ithihasam' says, how happy a family feels when a calf born is feminine. It gives milk and supports the family financially, in contrary to a woman child.

2) Sanctity: All that goes is the girl’s sanctity. The men are always virgin – they think. When men are not proper, how can they expect women to be? When he loses it, one girl also loses it. This is not accepted by this male dominant society. Sanctity is for women alone, they think.

3) Gender Inequalities:  Girls are not allowed to take any decision on their own. In the same family, when a man marries a girl out of his own will, there is no issue for anyone. But, if a woman does it, it is a big mistake. Women are considered as the social status of the family. The privilege men enjoy is far more than the arrogance every woman faces from the society.

Story 1: There was a girl I know. Take her as any Kasthuri or Vasanthi.  She was married to a man, whom she knew was alcoholic on the second day after her wedding and eventually on the 10^th day she came home and told her parents that she was going to apply for divorce. She had a job and could take care of a family of three. But, they had to give her in marriage to another guy. They did. She lives happily working for an MNC in Chennai. The past has been forgotten or buried. The parents were not in our town for more than three years from the divorce to the next marriage. When she bore a child she said, “I prayed it to be a boy, otherwise she would face all the difficulties I faced”

Story 2: Kamalam or Vimala passed away, as her surgery during delivery of a baby was not proper. The child was left in the girl’s house itself and the man has married another girl. No problem for the family and him.

Moral: Only when it happens to a girl, it is taken personally.

Evan Grae Davis delivered this speech and Franklin Templeton Investments partnered the TEDxGateway Mumbai in December 2012.. More than saying that he delivered the speech, he played a small movie on gendercide, telling the world what it was.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=42i1sIZ-9kQ

There are so many reasons why a girl need not live here. As in the documentary by Evan Grae Davis a tamil girl says, “yes, I killed and buried eight of my children, just because they were all girls”. From the same state, it has been a lot of people who have come up with revolutions in form of poetry, movements, films and much more.

Bharathiyar has been a pioneer in this arena. Many of his poetries have been for women liberation and gender equality.

“கற்பு நிலை என சொல்ல வந்தார், இரு

கட்சிக்கும் அஃது பொதுவில் வைப்போம்” – is a classic, which tells if we are talking about sanctity let us keep it common to everyone. But, nothing has changed over the past few decades. Men are men and women are women.

When a girl child is born, the woman who gave birth to her is cursed. But actually it is the man who has the capability to determine if it is a girl or boy. They hold both X and Y. But men, being men, complain women for all their activities.

As Evan says, “Women are products of the environment”. Women are helpless. They are powerless. He also says, “The number of women missing in the world, a 200 million, is more than the sum of people killed in World War I and II combined”. This was very shocking to me. The ‘It’s a girl’ documentary has been directed by Evan, the orator in this video. This video goes on to tell about the female gendercide happening in the world.

Can you think of killing your own daughter? The daughter whom you loved so much when she was in womb and to whom you delivered kisses through your wife’s stomach.  Killing is not a solution, to end all this. Proper education, love, affection, humanity and much more has to be developed to stop this. More than education, the knowledge that a person gets must be quite good.

If girl children are killed in this ratio, we are soon walking into a world where there will only be men. If there are only men, soon they’ll kill each other and this world will turn to what it was before homosapiens. Now that Evan has done his part, of creating this movie we have to do our part by at least promising that we would not do this.

If you have watched this movie and read this blog, you are one among 3% of Indian population to have known about TED and blogs. Thanks for being here. It is now our duty to stop all this non-sense against women. Even, I have thought what is going to happen with all these feminine liberation movements and all. But, now I feel a different way. All these popular women liberation movements are not as we think. The real movements are yet to come.

Women have been used in every point in history. Earlier they have been used to bear children and safeguard family when, man is out hunting. Now they are used as a machine that makes money. This has to change. The freedom must be equal. The seed needs to be sown in every individual. Every one of us needs to know what is happening and if it is happening the wrong way, we need to correct it. Evan asks us to at least, “Stand against injustice to woman in our own culture, and become culture changers”. That is the least we must do. 

Bad Company

There are only few reasons for people kidding opposite gender people.

                -They talk over phone

                -They like each other for some reason

                -They both went out to buy something for a mutual friend

                -went to eat out in a restaurant, together

                -came wearing, same colour outfit, one day.

Some people are born rich and don't like living in ordinary surroundings. Some 'pannayaar' girls in tamil films may. Our heroine is not a rich girl, but doesn't like to live in normal environments. She made friends very easily and lived happily.

                Friends in colleges can happen in minutes. Some reasons to be friends in GCT are

                                -from the same district in TamilNadu

                                -same gender

                                -same batch in laboratory practical classes

                                -same room or hostel floor in the first year

                                -friend of a friend.

The same gender principle works well with girls. To be a friend of a girl, you just need to be a girl. That will do. That is how Deepa, Swarna, Janaki became friends.


                Swarna: Should I describe her? Ok. Fine. She hails from Thirupathur. I've had hardly 10 exchanges with her in college. Wheatish colour, with an ill matching spectacles. Many call her different name. CS was a familiar one. Another one I remember is 'nurse'. Ya! She'd look like those ordinary fat, wheatish coloures nurse with spectacles on, as we have seen in many tamil movies. And, she had nothing special to attract people towards her except for some talks that would hurt the bearer in a minute. Sarcastic - she and her friends thought so.


                All attention was given to her when she won an election to be the General Secretary for girls of EEE department (16 of them). What happened, how they won the election and all is coming up in another story later this year. She won the election and was the secretary till the next election happened.

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"Hey Swarna... Can you please withdraw money for me, from my account using my ATM?", Sathya asked.

"Yeah!.. Why not? Whats the pin number?"

"...."

Sathya had some urgent work. She left. In the evening she got money from Swarna.

"Ey.. Thank you di..."

"Its ok.."

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"Are you coming to college today?" - Deepa.

"No.. You all go. I feel very tired" - Swarna.

"If you had told us earlier, all could have bunked"

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Girls in their hostels, will be very caring and affectionate to others in the room, floor or whatever. They care like mothers do, if the bearer is very close. You know to what extent they go? They get up early in the morning, get water(very rare phenomena) in a bucket, warm the water with immersion heater(that the hostel office has no records about. Power theft) and after the water is warm they wake up their loved ones with a smile.

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"Hey... Wake up. The water is warm..."

It was a pleasant morning, in the month of September. Coimbatore will be like Ooty at 6a.m. in this month. In december, It'll be like north pole.

Swarna woke up from her bed. The cold pierced through her flesh and reaches the bone and that feels like she was placed in an ice-box. She rubbed her palms together and placed the warm palm on the cheeks. She felt better. The warm water helps you to refresh yourself a lot.

Swarna was living like a queen. Hot water, friends ready to take leave along with her, friends all around her for everything, friends all around to make her win an election. It was a great life for her.

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"Throw it to me"

"Throw what?"

"The key..."

She threw it. Swarna caught it and threw it back. Again Janaki caught it and threw it back... throw... catch... throw... catch... throw... miss... Swarna missed it. "Hey... You lost...", said Janaki, laughing at her proud win. The key had fallen to some remote place in the room and could not be taken immediately. It was left unnoticed.

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"This semester I've saved two thousand rupees di", Deepa told very happily.

"Thats great", replies Swarna. "So, whats your plan?"

"My plans...", Deepa started telling her plans. Girls in general have this habit of saving money and gifting things to their loved ones - parents, siblings - something really good and memorable. While Deepa told her plans, Swarna was listening to it happily.

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Exam fees. Rs. 800 + 75 + (100*(no. of arrear papers))

Every semester, the class representative and the treasurer will have to go to people, asking for money till the last date. Lucky for there is something called as last date. Otherwise, no indian would pay his bills.

"My money is missing di...", Janaki was searching, throwing her dresses here and there. A chain was lying down there, cut with a Hacksaw blade.

"What happened?", asked Deepa as she walked in. Suddenly, a lot of people came in. "What happened?" was everyone's question. Janaki was weeping like she had her death sentence tomorrow. "I had locked the suitcase with this chain and locked it. I had kept my semester fees in it. It is missing. See", she took the only note in that and said, "only 100 rupees is there". She was sobbing.

"Don't worry. You'd have placed it somewhere else", said Deepa.

"No di. I kept it here only. Its missing".

Swarna was searching for the money in the thrown, unarranged clothes. Janaki was weeping, lying on Deepa's shoulder and Deepa was patting Janaki on her head saying, "Its okay... Its okay..."

It was a few days later that Deepa lost her saved money. It was a clear case of fraud. Someone had taken her passbook and gone to the bank and had withdrawn money from her account.

Many girls lost their money. The room, the wing, the floor. Salwar - a brand new one of one of the girls' was stolen. she had bought it, not for her boyfriend. I think that was why it was lost.

Final year.

Seventh semester.

A lot of things had changed among people. They started understanding each other well. Placement funds were collected. This semester's vacation was going to get us job - In some software company. Boys collect it for boys and girls, for girls. There was no last date for this and some people like Mohammed Raffi have not paid it till now. If there was fine for late payment, his fine would have been more that the fees itself.

One Girl's placement fund went missing. It was not her's alone. It was a few people's money and any girl would have cried in this situation. So did she. The wing was raided. Everyone was asked if they had 500 Indian rupee note and the Hostel girls representative noted it down. During the regular girls hostel roll call, there was an announcement regarding the missing placement-money. The person who had stolen the money was given a legendary 'keep it in a public place' chance.

The representative went around asking for five-hundred rupees note. She did a very remarkable thing. There was a suspect in that wing and she memorised the number of the five hundred rupee note she showed her. Then, it was told to everyone that, no one was allowed to spend or change those notes till they are allowed to do so. The next day, when they were again asked to show that, she alone showed a different one.

“No. This is not it. I remember. The note had some number written on the white area. Which note is this?”

“This is one of my friend’s. I spent mine throwing a party at Mothi mahal”

“We told you to not spend it no?”

“Ya. But, I had no other go. I’m sorry”, said Swarna.

The representative called Mothi mahal and asked them if that rupee note was there. They went immediately to that place and collected it, giving them change for it.

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I was wondering in my class, why Gopalakrishnan came only once a month to the class. He was staff for an Electrical science subject, that everyone will be reading one day before the exam to get a pass mark.

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Evening, everyone arrived at the hostel and the representative asked her,”we remember, that this was one of the notes in the money that was taken. Now, accept your mistake and give the remaining money back. Swarna told,”I’ll vacate the hostel.Please don’t inform my home about this”. She gave the money and went out of the hostel.

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One question remains. Right? How did they find out it was her? Who would manage to remember rupee note’s number? Let me tell that...

Sathya’s account was losing money periodically, after she gave the ATM to Swarna to withdraw money.

Janaki’s suitcase lock’s key was the one that Swarna missed and that fell into a very remote place. Later the money was taken, the key was lost and the chain was cut.

Deepa’s savings money was withdrawn using her passbook, signature and ID card. Who else could do it? There were a lot of other people who lost their money while living with her in the same room. All these were reasons for suspicion.

As I was thinking about Gopalakrishnan not coming to class, with 47 other people was Swarna, sitting with no knowledge of her bag being checked for balance money in the presence of hostel warden. They got it.

Now, Janaki and Deepa don’t talk to Swarna. When a chance to change ourselves is given, we must happily do it. Swarna was provided with one. But, she said,”I’ve been like this from childhood. I steal. I am a thief. You didn’t understand that. What can I do for that? Who told you to be my friend?” – She told this to her close friends. Very responsible answer.

When Swarna left the hostel, Janaki cried for 2 days. Probably, she had no one to prepare hot water for and wake up, now.

What do you believe in???

Where do I start when I say about this topic? What logic do I give first…? I have a set of things to be told. ‘Atheism’- This word rings these days a lot, in my ears. The point is “have these people read something in their life so far!?!” The ideologies of my friends have been influencing me a lot in the recent past. I’ve started thinking, based on many things said by them. For instance Chinna had been talking a lot on atheism in the past. His dialogues are always good, sensitive and appropriate. I feel happy while talking to him as, even after all this, he is a good listener. To be simply simple- “the perfect corporate guy” He was telling the previous night “there is hype for caste votes and these days there are more Atheist than theists. So, if you are an Atheist, you can even go on to win elections” What do you think about this reader???

On a bad day I went to a temple, my favorite in Coimbatore- Sree Dharmasastha Thirukoil in Mettupalayam road. Before I went there, I was depressed due to many reasons. I had headaches. I love that place the most. I don’t know if that is because I like the Cantonment Ayyappan temple in Trichy. I did a ‘Pushpanjali’ in my dad’s name. I came out. The 8 o’ clock wind with less pollution, no sound and the peace filled, traffic less ‘Bharathi Park Road’. The way I was riding back, I forgot every worry in me. Then, the day was unusually superb. Next day night at when dad called told me “hi my boy… Every thing is fine here… Any thing special there?” then on we went with formal discussion and I told…”give this to amma”… Amma told “dey, Appa’s Car DVD player has been stolen… It costs INR 5000. Aanandhi aunty lost INR 15000 worth Player” Then the phone was forced into Dad’s hand, and he went on to explain the modus operandi. He explained me how easy it is to rob a ‘TATA INDICA’… All that was in my mind was that ‘Pushpanjali’… But, when I told Chinna about this he told, “My mom tells me excellent stories of this Genre. If you had not done that Pushpanjali, something worse would have happened da!” An episode of great theological importance…

Another one was, some days before, I used to stand and pray in front of Gods that certain relationships must not break. And these days, I no more do it. I got a friend, not Chinna, but who believes very feebly in God. “Naan Idha senju mudikkanum kadavulae nu venda maaten. But, senju mudikkanum nu nenappen!!!” A drop of Self-confidence. That will do. When I hear this stuff, I really think if there is any need to worship. There is some eternal power that makes things to work. And can someone telling that eternal power something, change it anyway??? That’s a valid point, yet if everything is written, why we need to work on to live??? Again valid, but why not consider it as, Working so is what is written for you!!! Then, entire thinking in life was “atheism”

Then, it was Pongal holidays. I had a lot to think. But, certain things happen in life… It was Jan14. Evening around the time of sunset… Everyone was in front of the television, switching every possible Malayalam channel available in DTH- Kairali, Jai hind and Amrita. When dad looked into the calendar for time of sunset it reminded me of Forsyth’s ‘Day of the jackal’-The mistake that led to the arrest of the shooters. And finally the sunset was at 18:19. Now, it was 18:36 in the grandfather clock of the hall at home. And eagerness grew… It was almost the time, and the eagerness grew to its peak as they kept switching channels during commercials to watch it live… “Play Podhigai or some DD channel… they’ll show it live there” said me. And, to my surprise, my words were listened to. It was 18:38 and the light they were waiting for, shone on the ‘Ponnambala medu’… First time, a huss came out from the loudspeakers of the TV as it was a live relay and then one more after a few seconds, and one more time… That was it. Then there were devotional songs of Ayyappan in the channel and then the end credits. All were praying the television at home. That was from the atheist point of view. But, how did it- the light- shine out of nowhere on the top of a hill… How did a star started to climb into the centre of the sky from the horizon in ‘within’ an hour… How did an eagle come out of nowhere and how did everything happen on the same day… The minute I thought about all this, the Atheist in me started to diminish. But the People who prayed the television also kept me thinking… What is God???

I like this guy Kannadasan who tells, “An atheist has nothing to explain... He just has to say something idiotic. But the people who believe in this so-called God had to write all these stories to make an overview for the majority of the population”… But Shakespeare also holds cards, “All the world's a stage and all men and women merely players” So, what is the reality… Do we anymore need to trust in God??? Can’t anything that gives us peace of mind be called “GOD”!!!

why are semesters called so??

Its semester! one down and five more to go. But, by now I met with 4 kinds of people. The contrast remains intact! After all people live by certain principles. I don't wanna break their meditation, but remember sitting in a room as small as a coconut, for over 14 hours is not easy! but, these days are hard to get. After a couple of years, what is all about your deal with examinations? Yes, the kinds of people!!!


i) People who are contented with what they have studied and serve in-spite of fear of examinations!

ii) those who have learned everything, and are not greedy, walk to preach sense! sacrifice, hard to find!!!

iii) those of them who know about 60% and are working hard on sitting tight!

iv) Those who learn only for the so-called examination. The second day you ask them, they forget... Oh! do they really???

According to me the prior three are all ok, but there is always a dark area in a discussion! The fourth group! they fascinate me! what is there to set your pulse racing in percentages! What 'Chinna' tells is correct! You can't write your fourth sem papers now on anywhere in life! Can you, if you are in third year!?? But, he belongs to group(ii). Preaching is different. Surefootedness of ones self is what is important! what is in there if you are one among top 10 in the class!!! I don't know why we write exams! Percentages don't vary much between two consecutive semesters! Some are very happy if they are one among the top score getters in class! Who are you in life? what matters in marks? How many around you still believe in your company? Do you still miss something in life-sure you would- why if you score a 85 do you lose something? Certain things are like this or that! No man is clever by some crap marks a good-for-nothing person gives!


My dear boys of group (iv)-What do you get of being so mean to others? Or What are you going to lose if you tell something useful to others?

As AVVAYAAR says "alla alla kurayaadhadhu kalvi mattumae!"
My reply to this is," moodhaattiyae, Impatience is the new life! No one in this world now is free to do a favour to anyone!"

Have you seen dogs on streets. They don't have any work, but they don't stop running here and there! Now my guys, what is difference between that 'man's best friend' and you? Who is the best? Exams have become a dog-eat-dog situation!

One more thing to you my dear group(iv) kids, "temme 'I can't' and not 'I don't know!', for not knowing is impossible if your score-sheets can offer you a so called job...

Sometimes in life....

Its diwali… oh! It’s over… It has been a festival that has brought enough unsettlement in mind! Now I would love to tell you certain characters that brought out a change in life… By now a few have read my diary and those will surely know these characters-The lovable idiot & The Ratchasi… Yap! They both have been a very integral part of the past 4 months… There was tears (enough of it); worries; cries- but a small happiness in it. Happiness has always been there. But the poor chubby boy who went to school with a broad smile on his face; making people on the road forget their regular worries- with a mind that expected nothing & with an unforgettable face – knew it very late that “loss is hereditary; everything is lost at least once in life- Regaining the lost things is what that matters”. You need not be born rich to make this world look at you. It has been a bad month while considering the happiness of that chubby boy… It is tough living with ‘everyone’ misunderstanding you!!! Now, after he has had enough of it he is looking for peace and it has been late to realize that it is all within- the self…


It is not that he didn’t know it before, but knowing things is not like realizing it. Some people take immense- when I say immense I mean it- pleasure in disturbing -rather making ones mind unsettled! - others. Not every day does a man get a chance to travel in the slowest express in the state without talking a word to a couple of his accompanying passengers! It is not regular that your friend, talks well just to hurt you big time later on! It isn’t regular that one your most trusted one asks you about your errors in the past two months that you even has forgot!!!! These aren’t regular but when this happens it takes a lot of self-confidence and reality-realization to accept this as ‘mahaans’ do! Now realization does not occur always. I had to take around 20 days of worries and a day’s happiness, then again was very much worried to take in that defeat in life. But when thinking turns this way- “How is this event of a boy digging rite behind me going to affect my career big time?” – It’s really frustrating that “was it for this we were so much worried?” Hope you get me!


Was ‘the lovable idiot’ so dumb? Was he a masochist? Are people so? Can people be so bad? Don’t they have a mind as normal as humans? Don’t they understand the concept “Rehan loves you more than you love Rehan”? I can’t get this kind of people who on purpose do such things that insult- rather makes people fools- at that moment of the happening! Have you met such people???

Paper presentation!!! wierd...

It’s obvious on our part to be making errors. No human is perfect. But for the past few days I have been seeing some so perfect convenors of some nasty technical symposiums…
I, to date do not know why people present paper. Some questions asked to some of my friends (well… veteran friends) were startling…



Judge: where did you get this paper? Internet? Or some crap magazine?
My Fri.:?!?!!? well…. We got it from a website and edited it…
Judge: then why do this? Give us that site… we’ll learn it there…
Fri: ?!??!... ooh!



This wasn’t the best… one guy was telling
That guy: I got the idea from a book… I and my staffs worked on to make this outcome…
I thought that would do… but…
Judge: (response) don’t lie… in which college does the staff helps in presenting paper…



If I were to be there as the paper presenter...
Judge: where did u get this paper…
Me: heaven… have you heard how narasimha avatar come into being… it was so similar, but this time it was dhuriyodhana… he was the man who helped me do this paper.
Judge: then why r u presenting this here…?
Me: because... because You selected it...


Ooohh!!! If my class girls had been there… then, sure judges would have got a headache…
One day I remember…. Our lab in-charge madam was mad at the feebly visible diagrams in a stusent's notebook…
Madam: what pencil do you use?
Subramani: (one of my class boys) mam I use APSARA…
Madam: (shocked) what… Swetha what pencil do u use?
Swetha: mam! I (scratching the head)... well, i use tip pencil madam…
Madam: oooh my god… are u all engineers… to hell with you… now the only question you answer reasonably is auxillary one… fine….. Do you use HB pencils…
Swetha: oh! I didn’t get the question rite…yes mam... HB madam (what a thinking by this lady)
Now if she goes to present a paper… my god…
Judge: what is microcontroller?
Swetha: a very small controller that controls some object of size order micro order…
Judge: well that’s a new definition… what is image processing
Swetha: we went for an IV and took some photos… IAB studio processed it for Rs. 6 a photo. Simple… you ask him sir… I don’t know it… me thinks there are lot of chemicals involved...


I am wondering why people present such weird papers with the feeblest idea… one of my friend read the paper for the first time after getting into the bus… he read it for five hours…(the travel time from cbe to salem)… what a quick learner…

another thing that strikes fire is some guys presents a paper that was taken from some less known college of some other state... now they talk as though they did it completely... Vinodh, the other day was saying that “Brain Gate System” was their paper... don't know how... hostel still has the presentation by some “Revathi and Praba”
Searching reasons… why is all this happening when mankind wants to find what is inside the protons, and if there is life on mars!!!

Glorious GCT

This is happening in a college that is rated one among top ones (told so...)
GCT, Coimbatore is providing excellent opportunities for students to study....

1)Four out of every six subjects are handled by guys n gals studying M.E. here...
The things they do are funny. Tell someone to draw something on the board and go to the stage and just say "we give the input here... this transistor amplifies and we get the amplified out put here"
We would be thinking "Eppoda viduvaanga?"
This is the case with lady M.E. students, OH! sorry, madam(so called)
Now, if this is a gents staff then the hour would most probably be free...

To give you an example we have only heard one lecture from our MPMC staff... and that too was the first one "the usual intro and basics class"
Now our internal tests are going on. Being in GCT only can tell you how tough it is...
These three days,every 45 days... Its really tough... Only very few even know who they themselves are...

2)It wud be really tough for guys to judge whether the invigilator would allow them to copy answers.
Today lucky it was open book....
But college is all about diversities... Our topper was copying... Toppers need not be honest ones... After all who looks at honesty these days...
Our placement representative was very angry on this and he walked out, after not writing even what he studied...
Great guy... (if govt. officials were so good...)

3)Very few staffs dedicate themselves to the profession...
We had a sir for DC Machines and Transformers... He tried to complete it, but in vain. Yet i salute him because he was the only person to complete atleast 4 and a half chapters of that vaaaaaaast syllabus...

4)Many, including the above told Placement Representative have lost all their potential and enthusiasm the first time they entered this college for admission.
I don't know how a person can become weak in things... But i'm infected too coz, I lost all my extra curriculars these years(Trying to renew it)
These infections are not that of biotic things, but of the inward pain in heart...
There is a simple logic, "if u don't work for some years, it would be tough for the first couple of years to do that!"


I don't know if things would be that damn bad, out there in other colleges....
According to me, GCT is a heaven; a real heaven where you just need to sit and relax for four years... After all that is what is Engg. is all about(This is what i learnt...)!
Real happy college life... But, achievers and dreamers, please hold on(if, u happen to read this blog). Your college is something else