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Definition: Live foods are those which inject positive energy into the body when consumed.

Concept: The Concept is based on the fact that the body communicates every signal to the brain. Every part of the body including the digestive system communicates with the brain. The feeling it sends to the brain determines the nature of food.

Message: One should always aim to increase the consumption of live food and minimize that of the dead food. The secret of healthy life lies within this concept. Walk with me and find for yourself the secrets of living young forever.

Research: Live food doesn’t mean raw or green vegetables or fruits or flesh. It simply means choosing the right food for your body and consuming it. Everyone’s body reacts to different foods in unique ways and only an individual can read, accurately, the signals his/her body communicates to the brain. This single factor makes it nearly impossible for an outsider to select a right food for you. This makes You the best doctor you can hire for yourself.

Some foods gel well with your body; but others leave you uncomfortable and tired. Fundamentally, body communicates its wellness and illness through different signals. Your body feels refreshed and energized when you consume live food. But if it responds through signals like indigestion, feeling of uneasiness, bloating, flatulence, belching etc, then you can confirm for yourself that you just fed your body with something dead. That takes us to the world of dead food.

Dead Foods are nothing but those which suck energy out of your body leaving you with a feeling of uneasiness or tiredness.

When you feed dead food to your body, it struggles a lot to process it. Finally when it fails to process it, all its aim would be concentrated in driving the dead food out of your body. But the dead won’t leave your body just like that. It would create maximum havoc before departing.

The secret of living a healthy life lies in one’s ability in finding the right food for oneself and consuming it, while avoiding the dead things as much as possible…

(to be contd…)

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An illusion called life…

Posted: September 19, 2010 in My thoughts
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At one point of time, everyone would realize that their life was a complete failure. It would feel as if it was just another mad race towards a never land. They would wish that they could turn back the time. But! There is no rewind button in life…

At that time, one would even realize that whatever he had till that day was just an illusion; all his physical assets, his relations, character, beauty, attitude & everything, everything was just an illusion… But it’s too late now. He cannot walk back and correct the errors he had made a few years back or say, for that matter, not even those which happened few seconds back.

So, I say, the sooner the better. Every human being learns almost the same thing at the end of his walk. Then he would wish he could change certain things that already had happened. He would wish he could start over again, like in video games! If he were to live again, he would wish to start his life with the level of experience and maturity he had gained at that point of his life…  but!

The creator himself is a cheater here. He takes a fresh seed; configures a fresh memory and sends it to earth. When the seed grows, it picks up things gradually through hard way. Finally, when it acquires enough knowledge to start a new live, the creator would send the demolisher… wipes it out entirely from the face of earth. No one would know where it went or what happened to the things it acquired in its life time! Yes a brutal end to a great warrior!

One might pass some of his learning or experience to the world before leaving here. But certain things die with him; the crucial things, i believe, to live a fulfilling life…  The creator cheats there again. He doesn’t want anyone to learn those in any other way other than the hard way!

When the old speaks, youth gets irritated. A universal law (or flaw)!!! But no blame game here please. It’s just another cheat the creator pulls. The game is designed in such a way that he makes every seed walk the same path; dependent childhood, challenging teens, colors & darkness of love, red hot youth; burdensome middle age, lonely end of the days… ha, I call this a complete drama. According to him, it is justice as everyone learns and walks the one and the same thing/way. And HE enjoys everyone leaving with the feeling of dissatisfaction. The craving for more never finds an end!

Many might have tried to tell me this in the past, but i don’t remember! Even if somebody had attempted it, i would have ignored that “nut case”. Now i stand here at a point where I realize that I was a nut case till this moment as i loaded my life with unnecessary pride, arrogance and self destructing attitude… I wish I could change some things. I wish I hadn’t done many things. I wish i had let myself loose many times. Look at me now… I don’t even see my reflection in the mirror!

I know I am not alone in this pothole. I see many faces here. No, not everyone is sitting and weeping. Some are trying to climb up towards the light…

Yes, i cannot rewind, but I can still change my future if i start climbing up now…

“Hope I am not disturbing your writing” Pulusan walked into my room on that convocation night.

He had become one of my great friends by then. Also, Pulusan was not a ‘stupid kid’ any more. Two years of MBA life had changed him a lot… He was hired as a Marketing Manager by one of the reputed banks in the country.

“I am leaving tomorrow… I’ll stay with my parents for some days… may be, till the bank sends me the offer letter.” He was sad… he loved hostel life and everyone knew that…

Silence reigned for sometime…

“Abraham is also leaving tomorrow. There won’t be anyone to take care of ‘placements’ after that” he paused.

“You know, you can do something there…” That was the second time he was mentioning that.

“I understand that… But … you know, I am really enjoying this writing. I don’t know whether I can fix my mind on anything else now!” I gave an honest reply.

“Well, maybe then, you can make calls … considering that you have experience in BPO?”

“Er – ” I was hesitant…

“Ya, maybe I can spare one or two hours daily for that” I said, even though I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to do that…

The discussion then drifted to something else… After a while, as he left the room, I returned to my writing…

***

“Oh God… Dude, its 11.30… how can I sleep like this?” Inder said as he woke up. “And you are ready!!!”

We had planned to go to KFC at 11.30 am… Inder and I loved KFC madly. We used to go there on alternative weekends and usually settled for nothing less than a bucket chicken!

This time it was his treat. When he asked where I wanted him to throw a treat, I didn’t even take a moment to think…

KFC … the one and only! I proclaimed…

Inder also got placed in that same bank. The treat was on that joy.

“Come dude, let’s go.” Inder announced, still lying on his bed.

“Dude, don’t you think that you should get ready first… and most importantly, that you should get up from the bed!”

He just smiled. “Twenty minutes champ. I’ll be ready by then”

“Let’s see that then…” I challenged him as I knew that it was the only way to make him get ready in twenty minutes…

“Inder, I’ll be here in the corridor or downstairs. Let me know once you are done.” I told him as I put my camera and wallet in my jeans pocket.

My mind was full of my stories. I had reached 9th chapter by then. I was trying to give it a shape…

Tossing those thoughts deep in my mind, I walked through the corridor…

“Hey Amal…” A familiar sound pulled me back from that magical world…

I looked around to identify the source of that sound. It was Abraham. He was in his room packing his stuff.

Abraham was a part of the committee and was doing a great job. But some personal matters came up in between and it demanded his immediate presence at home…

“Hi…” I greeted. “So leaving today, right?”

“Well, yes…” he nodded.

I looked around. His books, clothes, electronic gadgets, files and bags lie scattered there… Shifting room was always a tedious task. Packing, transporting, unpacking, and finally arranging all those again in a new place… a total headache thing!!! I hated that… like everyone else…

“Hey, there is something you can do!” he gasped as he pulled down something from the cupboard.  

Suddenly I recollected the chat I had with Pulusan last night…

“Ya, I know… yesterday I talked with Pulusan and I think I can take calls for…”

“No, no it’s not about the calls…” He looked at me thoughtfully. “Well, I think you are the right person to handle the BoM”

BoM was coming on 15th to the campus to participate in the campus placements. But Abraham’s words came like a thunderbolt. I never wanted to coordinate that or even go anywhere closer to that…

I was about to say some excuse, but then

“Look, you have to coordinate everything. Also should be in touch with one Mr…” he started explaining.

I thought I would give some excuse once he finished explaining. But… he was giving some details… & I listened…

Minutes passed… After some time,

“Now take down this number ….” He said and I saved that number in my mobile.

“I am sure you will do it well and in case of any clarification, please feel free to call me. And don’t worry; Baby will be there to help you.”

Baby was standing next to Abraham and he nodded his head approvingly…

“Now look, who’s late here! Come on, buddy…  We are already running short of time. Let’s go!” Inder shouted from behind.

“One sec, dude… I’m coming”

I then looked at Abraham.

“Alright… You carry on…” Abraham said. “And do remember the guidelines… Good luck!”

I was baffled!!!

What have I done now? Signed up for something which I had never even thought of getting associated with!

Just then Inder gave me a sharp look while tapping his index finger on his wrist watch.

I bid farewell to Abraham and rushed to Inder…

***

KFC was fun. But the Recession had hit them too! They had reduced the size of the chicken pieces and that greatly did upset me. I wouldn’t have felt that bad if they had increased the price. But reducing the size was not at all acceptable!

I concentrated on the bucket chicken. However my mind was not completely on the crispy chicken pieces. BoM thoughts popped up occasionally and frightened me…. I doubted whether Abraham was making a horrible mistake!

We reached our hostel back by evening. I tossed the same matter, again & again, on my mind. Finally I decided…

“Alright, I’ll do this… and I’ll take this forward and be with them as long as I can…”

That marked the beginning of my role as an unofficial, yet, official ‘placement coordinator’…

 

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PART 14 – THE LIFE AFTER…

Posted: August 7, 2009 in My life at xime...
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It had been in my mind since the beginning of the sixth term… I always wanted to start it. Yet I couldn’t…

When my exams got over, I found myself in a different world… like most other students. Uncertainty and fear of unknown orbited around my small world all the time. I wanted to do something in the operations or systems management side, but the markets for both were down. Tension swelled up with each passing day… Many times I felt like compromising on the profile… but something in me gave me the courage… the courage to hold on…  

Days dragged… I felt that I was sailing my ship to nowhere… Pressure for doing something mounted up… At last on 28th April, I convinced myself to start what I wanted to start for a long time. I opened the Microsoft word file & named the first part as ‘The boy who lived the reverse biological cycle”…

That marked the beginning of my ‘writer life’…

Well, the secret to being creative here is simple: Just create your own world and dwell there… and never let anyone smash it…

I did the same. I spend most of the time in my room, either thinking or writing… Again, the best thing about this world is that you can create anything, you want, here… at anytime… It was wonderful. I was enjoying each and every moment of my new role. I almost forgot about everything else in the materialistic world…

***

“dude results are out. Did you check yours?”

Somebody asked me when I was writing in my room…

“Oh! I didn’t know that. Thanks buddy… I’ll check it now…”

But I wasn’t that keen at that time. I continued my work and in the evening I went to college to check the final results. I wondered what my results were… I had already crossed 5 by then. So I wasn’t worried in anyway. Besides, these grades never played much a role when we were out of college. All that the business world cared about was the student’s capability and the potential to be a part of their team…

My memories travelled back to the previous year. I thought about the letter they had sent to my dad… That time I had made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t let my grades fall ever after… and it never did…

It was around 7’o clock in the evening when I reached my college. The college corridor was deserted. Dead silence prevailed there except for the occasional hissing sounds of summer breeze… Once the most happening place… I thought! It used to be the realm of couples in the evenings… always full of life… but today!!! I walked towards the notice board tossing those thoughts in my mind.

But the instant I laid my eyes upon the results, all those nostalgic thoughts vanished to nowhere…  

I was satisfied and pleased to see my GPA. I had hit ‘6’ again…

A GPA of 6… and my CGPA touched a new level: 5.27… The final score…

“The war is over!” I declared to myself like a great commander of ancient Roman Empire…

Yes, it was a great relief…

After a while, I walked back to my hostel… leaving my college to sleep peacefully in that lonely summer night…

***

The days were warmer during those times and the brutal summer sun forced the people to stay inside their artificially cooled rooms… But the nights, on the other hand, were cold and chilly. I guess that was what I wanted!

I locked myself up happily in the dreamland… ‘My life at XIME’ was growing steadily…

One day, a phone call broke my chain of thoughts…

“Hey champ! Whatz up?”… It was Inder…

“Listen buddy, I am coming on this Friday evening. We will have a great time there. Call Vijayanand too. It’s my treat on this Sunday!”

“Oh that’s wonderful, dude. Let’s make the last day memorable” I was so happy that we three were meeting again.

Vijayanand had moved out some days back to a rented house in Bangalore. Also, he had started working with a BPO. I rang him up and communicated the message…

“That’s great. The final get together… Cool man.” He was high on spirits…

***

“Do I look like a bat!” Kadavanthara was bit anxious about his looks.

As a matter of fact, we all looked like that when we wore that convocation gown! It was a thin black open cloth which was thin and fragile… Luckily, it reached, at least, till our upper calves! I thought that we would get full gowns… but never expected handicapped ones like that!!! It was only then I really understood the true feelings of ‘Ron Weasley’, Harry Potter’s best friend, who always ended up wearing some silly old gowns, send by his parents, for important functions!!!

On top of that we had to put a green velvet shawl… just to make sure that no one escaped that ‘buffoon’ look!

“Batman! I thought you looked like a clown….” Pakru scanned Kadavanthara and gave a dirty look!

“Where the hell is the bonnets, by the way?” Kadavanthara asked Pakru, ignoring his comments…

“We don’t have any…”

That was weird… Convocation without bonnets!!! May be, management was afraid that we would hurl it towards them rather than throwing it up!!!

“Come… we’ll take some photos…” I called out.

“Hello, Mr. Batman, come along if you want some of your photos in this fancy dress!” Pakru shouted.

I don’t remember how many snaps we took then! But we went on clicking until dean told us to enter the hall…

“Ready for the show?” Sau asked me while we were standing in the queue outside the hall.

“Well, I guess so” I smiled…

“Now you must be relaxed, right?”

“Ya, I am… no more CGPA threats” I laughed as I said that.

“But Amal, I guess you would miss your favourite sleeping spot!” She was the same… Never missed a chance to pull my legs…

“Ya, same goes to you too, buddy” and we both laughed over it…

“Hello, everybody listen… You may enter the hall now!” Dean announced.

We proceeded slowly to the hall which was well decorated and illuminated… The soft music that was played on the background added charm to the situation… The podium too was beautifully decorated… As we entered the hall the relatives of the students, who were sitting on the left side, rose and applauded.

I looked around… Everyone was beaming at us… The camera men turned their complete focus on us… Lights flashed from all directions…

That was a great moment…

Slowly we occupied our seats and waited for the dignitaries. The hall was silent except for the vague murmurings from here and there…

The dignitaries entered the hall in a while. Our president led our guests to the podium. They were all dressed in charming gowns, like the princes in fairy tales. The shawls they wore were colourful and attractive… They settled down in a while…

Happiness filled the air…

Gradually, the proceedings started…  The chief guest and others addressed the function and wished good luck to us.

When the presidents turn came, he, as usual, boasted about the college and the placements… He even declared that all students would be placed by June or July end… Yet another unfilled promise… as proven by time…

Time passed by …

“Now you may rise …” the chief guest announced! That was the moment… We were honored with the prestigious degree… Camera lights flashed… The cheers and applauses reverberated in the hall…

I looked around… everyone was enjoying that magnificent moment. I waved my hands to Kadavanthara and Pakru…

“Congrats buddy! Finally all our hard work got paid!” That was Singh, who was standing next to me. He winked as he said that!

“Now say good bye to all stupid assignments, seminars and presentations!”

“and exams too” I added & we both laughed.

“Yeah, true… Thanks dude & congrats to you too…” I wished him…

Soon our National Anthem followed…

 

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It wasn’t an unfamiliar place or time for Raghav. Besides, he had been following that same routine for years; to be precise, since he was 16. But that day, it was different. He felt that there was something strange about the day! He walked slowly to the nearby bench and sat there, clutching his hands firmly on the metal bar. He sensed a strange pain inside his body, which was like never before. It felt as if someone invisible was trying to overpower him completely…

Museum Palace is one of the most beautiful and fabulous historical fortresses in the city. Located at the heart of the city, it’s a favorite spot among visitors too. The beautiful garden inside is a wonderful place to hang around… There was one more attraction in there – the zoo, the biggest in the south Kerala.

Inside the palace compound, surrounding the fort is a beautiful garden and a nice pathway. The health conscious people reigned that track during mornings and evenings. Some people jogged, some sprinted and others just did a brisk walk… In a way, it is one of the most happening places in Trivandrum.

It was early morning and Raghav hardly had completed his second round of brisk walk when he suddenly felt a strange pain in his chest and decided to relax for some time. He sat there clutching his left arm on the metal handle and the right one on his chest for some time. He slowly raised his head and looked towards the other people who were engaged in their morning exercises. They were too busy to notice that old man…

Slowly his vision began to blur…

It was 59 years ago when one of his neighbors suggested the idea of ‘jogging’ in the Museum compound. That time Raghav was young and fit and wondered why he should be ‘jogging’. As far as he knew, only old or middle aged people jogged there. Yet, upon his neighbor’s insistence, he decided to try that out. The following day he went with his neighbor and walked a few rounds there…

The morning sun, the fresh air, the beautiful garden and everything… everything there was marvelous … He wondered why he hadn’t started it earlier…

He had met several people and made lots of friends from there… But none of them continued the ‘morning exercises’ for long, not even his neighbor. The reasons were several – getting old, increasing job responsibilities, relocating, health issues… and list goes on… But nothing stopped Raghav… Not even the two mild heart attacks that he had encountered with very recently… 

Life was always fun and mysterious… When he was a teenager he used to chat with his companions about sports and other girls who walked there. As time progressed the topic started circling around their future and job. Then the main topic became the family issues and responsibilities and when he crossed forty, he used to discuss nothing, with his companions, but about his children and their future…  

However, for the last few months he had been more or less alone there. The young had always paired up with the young and it was difficult for Raghav to find people of ‘his age’ there. But occasionally, he had company and their talks mainly circled around their ‘good old days’ and ‘after life’….

It was on a winter morning when he first met Radha… She came there to walk with her dad. Raghav, who was 23 then, was completely charmed by her beauty. But he didn’t have the guts to talk to her then, also it wasn’t a good idea considering the fact that she was with her dad. So he just followed her at a safe distance all the way in that Museum track, just like the Vodaphone dog…

He repeated it for the next 8 days praying to God for a chance to talk with her. But nothing happened; except for his world getting filled with her and her thoughts… soon he realized that he was in love… for the first time in his life.

From the 9th day onwards, he couldn’t find her! However, her father came everyday to continue his routine… Later, through a mutual friend, Raghav came to know that Radha’s father was a government employee and got transferred to Secretariat during that winter. So he shifted to Trivandrum with his family. However, that mutual friend had no clues about Radha. Raghav felt that he couldn’t live even a single moment without seeing her. The pain of not seeing her was growing sturdily with each passing day! He became uneasy and disturbed… Finally he made a plan, to escape from all those pain…

He got acquainted with her dad and started giving him company. Fortunately, her dad found Raghav to be a good kid. Also, his knowledge on politics and current affairs had impressed that government employee immensely…

Gradually, they became companions and during their long jogging sessions, they enjoyed debating over various socio political issues. Soon Radha’s father realized that he had started admiring that gentleman for the deep knowledge he had possessed…

Even though Raghav had started talking with him for a different reason, he realized, with time, that he was enjoying that old man’s company…

Through her father, he came to know that she was his only daughter and she was doing her graduation in another district, the place where he worked previously. During her vacations she came home and stayed with her family. He also told Raghav that she was coming home that summer and would stay with her family for one month…

From that day onwards Raghav felt that he was breathing just to see that summer vacation…

Radha’s father introduced her to Raghav on that summer morning. Radha was 21 then and was slim and tall. She smiled graciously at him. Raghav stood froze in his steps. He had waited all this time just to see her again and now she was standing in front of him with a mesmerizing smile. He felt a chilling breeze passing by… He had just met the most beautiful woman in the planet…

Radha, on the other hand, felt that she had just met a ‘cute stupid’… She noticed the ‘joy’ and sparkle in his eyes.   

Days passed… All three were enjoying each other’s company… especially Raghav!

Raghav soon understood that she had inherited her father’s wisdom and elegance. Radha too, like her father, was quite impressed by the way he talked and behaved. He was no longer a ‘cute stupid’ for her. She understood that he was a little genius. Moreover, her father used to talk highly about him all the time… and gradually, they started sharing a special bond…

They continued to meet every morning in the museum and by the time summer vacation was over, Raghav had completely occupied Radha’s little heart…

It was just a beginning… Inlands soon became an integral part of their life. Initially Radha bought 1 or 2 inlands in a week… but as time passed she felt that she could better start an inland making factory!

Raghav got a job during that time and for him, everything was going well… Radha had accepted his proposal to marry him… His friendship with her dad was growing stronger and deeper… His parents were, then, happy and proud about their son…

Three years later, on a monsoon season, Raghav’s parents went to Radha’s house… Radha’s father was more than happy to give his daughter to Raghav…

After 6 months, they married and started living together. Since then it had been a different world for Raghav… It was beautiful and fascinating. They lived a great life in there… sharing and caring for each other. Their kids were bright and lovely. Raghav always made sure that they were happy and satisfied all the time. Later, when they grew up, they moved to UK and settled there with their families.

Raghav and Radha were leading a perfect retired life. They bought a farmhouse in the country side and spend their leisure time there. Occasionally they went to UK to meet their lovely grandchildren.

Everything was going fine and live was fun and beautiful, as always, to Raghav… One day, when they were planting some vegetables in their garden, Radha fainted all of a sudden… Raghav rushed her to the best hospital in the city… but…

His children flew down immediately. They were shocked to find their father in that devastated state… They insisted on taking him with them… but…

“We lived here from the beginning… we were always together here” tears rolled down through his cheeks… “She still lives here. I can’t go anywhere…”

“I always wanted to be with her… always… no matter where she goes… but…” Raghav sobbed like a 5 year old kid

“…may be God wants her more than I do…”

But HE can’t have her always… she is mine… only mine…

That was 5 months ago… Two weeks after her demise Raghav went to Museum again… He knew that she was walking beside him… He no longer needed any companions… His best friend was with him…  Yet, occasionally, the other old people joined him, to which he had no complaints…

Raghav shuddered abruptly. He can’t bear that pain any longer… The rising summer Sun stared straight at Raghav… He knew that it was the last light he would ever see… slowly, his grip on the metal bar loosened…

Suddenly he saw Radha at a distance… She was walking with her dad on that winter morning… She was hardly 20 years old and looked as beautiful and elegant as usual… Raghav stood up and quietly followed her… at a safe distance…

But this time she turned back and smiled at him… Her eyes were beckoning him dearly…

yes… Gods can’t have her for always…

If there is something which is constant in life, then it is the ‘change’. It’s an old saying, but holds truth. Changes are an integral part of life… and of XIME too.

The main topic that was discussed in the college during those days was ‘placements’. Recession was at its peak. Newspapers were loaded with the news on ‘unemployment’ and ‘pink slips’. Most of the companies had already shifted to ‘firing’ mode by then. The remaining ones… did put a sudden halt to their selection process…  

“Sorry we froze our recruitments indefinitely!”….  

“We will get back to you once we have openings!”…

These were the common feedback that we got when we approached the companies for job.  Well, we can’t blame them too. They were struggling for contracts and had hard time taking the business forward. Infact, they were looking for new ways of cost cutting and the concept of ‘hiring’ suddenly seemed to become a taboo everywhere.

Now the second topic that was hot in the campus was about the faculty. Almost everyone was leaving… But that wasn’t a surprise for us as we were used to those kinds of changes…

I still remember the chaos that prevailed during the second trimester when they had difficulty in fixing an economics teacher for us… Three teachers came to teach that subject for us, that too in a span of three months, and nobody stayed for more than a month…

For some reason, they never did stick much with the college. Sometimes I felt that it was a serious drawback as it failed to build a bonding relationship between faculty and student! Usually most of the colleges encourage that… Unfortunately, here the Management, Faculty & Students seemed to walk three different roads!

***

Days passed by… Bangalore was getting ready to welcome the summer season. The days gradually became warmer…

One fine day we came to know that the schedule for final exams was put up. But most of the students were not serious about it that time. One reason was that the most of them had secured a decent CGPA by then and they knew that it wouldn’t go below 5 unless they screw it up big time. The other reason was that they were keen about blasting the last few days of their school life. So that approach of the majority threw an opportunity for the low CGPA scorers to score their maximum… That was their chance to go way up the ladder… that too just by putting a little bit effort.

“Oh man! 4 more nights and we are done with this crap” Inder said irritated, on the night before the first exam….

“True… and then no more exams… wow… final exams of our life…” with that I started dreaming…

I think it is a worldwide phenomenon…  Students eagerly wait for the last exam since the beginning of their exams and a part of their time goes into planning or dreaming on the programs for the ‘last day’. And when the last exam gets over, they are at a complete loss… They suddenly have all the time in the world and… and they simply don’t know what to do with that!!!

I can’t forget the last exam. It was ‘cross cultural management’. The paper was short and easy too. So I completed it in less than an hour. Soon I tied the paper and kept it along with the pen on the desk. The professor who was in charge of invigilation was the same one who helped me with the tour program…

“If u have finished, you can leave the hall, Amal” he suggested…

But I just smiled back…

I didn’t want to leave the hall that early. I knew that it was, most probably, the last school exam of my life. I wasn’t sure whether I was happy or sad at that time… I guess, a mix of both. I looked around. Everyone was busy writing… For most of them, that was the last school exam of their life…

I sat there thinking for another 15 more minutes. Many thoughts flashed through my mind. I thought about my engineering exams… then about the first year exams at XIME and even the previous mid-term exams… It looked as if all those had happened just a few days or hours ago… It was weird…

‘Enough’… finally I said to myself… breaking the chain of thoughts…

I handed over the paper to our professor and thanked him.

“This is my last exam. I just wanted to ensure that I remember this all throughout my life. That’s why I stayed back even after finishing the exam.”

He didn’t say anything, but just gave a smile back and nodded pensively… I was sure that he understood me.

That was on on April 11th 2009…

***

The management extended our hostel stay for another 20 more days as our placements had not reached anywhere. That was a great move from their part even though they didn’t do much about the placements except giving ‘empty’ promises…

Those who were not placed stayed back… But, those who were already placed by then had started leaving…  

“Are you going home this week?” Vijayanand asked me…

“Ya, may be this weekend… but just for a couple of days…”

“I guess Inder is leaving on 14th morning… seems Pulusan too is leaving soon…”

“Ya, I know…” I looked outside through the window… The clouds were thick and dark…

We always had dreamt about a great farewell… All leaving together, happily …to a new bright world… but…

But things were different… It wasn’t the way we wanted…

“Keep in touch buddy. I’ll meet you on the convocation day… Also, Good luck with your job hunt” said Inder, before leaving to his hometown on 14th morning…

His cab was waiting outside and it was chilling cold at 4.30 in the morning… We helped him with his luggage…

“Take care… okay… and be cool” he was sad. He tried to cover it with a smile but it failed to deceive his close friends…

Vijayanand and I bid farewell to him… Even though we knew that we would meet him again on the convocation day, we were very sad when he left…

We walked back to our room, room no.13, the room where we spend some of the happiest days of our student life…, but spoke nothing on the way… We knew that it would never be the same again… That wonderful life no longer belonged to us anymore… and never would again…

The corridors we walked, the courts where we played, the rooms where we lived together, the classes where we learned, the mess where we ate, the auditorium where we assembled, the 120 ‘seater’ where we gathered for guest lectures, the basket ball court where we got together during birthday celebrations, the quadrangle where we partied, the garden where we relaxed, the steps where we sat in the evenings and all there in XIME would soon belong to someone else… to the new generation… Nothing could have been done about it then or later…

That’s how the world works… Nothing is permanent here…

As I reached our room, I switched on my laptop to see some movie, even though I had no mood to do so…

 

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The winter vacation was, again, fun filled… Like last time, we three met up and discussed the plan. It was a one day trip last time and we felt that it was too short. So we decided to organize a two day trip…

“How about Ooty or Kodaikanal?” Irvin asked…

That was a great suggestion but we opted that out as we felt that it would take a long ride to reach there. We listed out some of the places where we wished to go… I guess almost every place were there in that list! However we did strike one by one out from that long list and finally it left us with the place we wanted…

On 26th December 2008, my friends and I headed towards Munnar, a hill station in Kerala… and one of the heavenly places in ‘God’s own country’. We knew that it required a long drive to reach there… probably somewhere around 7 or 8 hours drive… So we hired a car this time. We booked a Black Boleno, a Maruthi product and fortunately that car had a fancy number too…

I was thinking about a nice and relaxed journey. But once Irvin started the car, I felt that the term ‘relaxed’ never existed… Many times I felt that I would crash through the roof and make it to outer space!!! Seatbelts, of course, had limits!!!

“Hey, somebody take the photo of this dashboard. It again crossed 160km/hr…” Irvin shouted.  I was sure that it was great fun to him and he was thrilled and excited beyond words… but, the others…!!!

Lloyd was busy giving instructions to Irvin about the directions and side roads and also the other vehicles following us… Alex was trying hard to take a photo of the dashboard, but it was damn difficult to balance or steady oneself inside that car then…

Finally he slowed down when we reached the base of the hill. From there it was another 2 hours journey to the top…

It was around 11pm and the roads looked very deserted… Dead silence prevailed all over. The ride was not easy as the roads were steep and curved… The sign boards planted at various spots were the solitary guiding souls…

The Boleno sped through the curvy road ripping the darkness apart. The only sounds I heard were those of engine and of the wild owls… The mysterious woods shot back a threatening look as the car’s headlights struck them… making it clear to us that they didn’t like our intrusion at that hour of darkness … I couldn’t prevent myself from imagining how bizarre or dreadful that place would have looked some centuries before…

We reached there by around mid night to be received by the most chilling time of the night. It was freezing cold there. Later we realized that the temperature went far below 4 degree Celsius during that night…

We made a mistake by not reserving the hotels or rooms and we had to pay massively for that blunder. We thought it would be easy to find rooms there. But it was Christmas vacation and the rush was unbelievable… No matter where we knocked, the reply was the same… ‘Sorry, no vacancy!’…

Finally we gave up as the cold was unbearable and we decided to go ahead with the last option…

We spend the rest of the night in our car!!!

When I woke up with the sun in the morning, I had a sneaking suspicion that I was in some eternal world as I couldn’t feel my body… I thought I was frozen to dead last night itself… Numbness had seized me, completely… It took me a long time before I could sense my body again…

With the help of some locals we managed to find a dormitory soon enough… And I was so happy to see a bed!

I don’t think we let pass anything Munnar offered… The hills, the wild life, fresh strawberries, sweet carrots, homemade chocolates, tea estates, cashews, fruits, beautiful hill stations and everything… It was a marvelous banquet for both eyes and soul…

The ride back was dreadful as it was Lloyd’s turn on the steering wheels… his turn to display his driving skills… Unfortunately, he was not that keen on displaying his skills on the dashboard but on the ‘drifting’ skills… that too on those dangerous hair pin roads… Alex and I, together, would have cursed the EA Sports a thousand times for making that stupid ‘NFS’ game…

I must say that a considerable part of that journey was filled with excitement and uncertainty… The ‘excitement’ part lingered only for few minutes and soon it became a nuisance as I was thrown up and down or left and right according to the ‘drifting’ of car… But this apart, the trip was fabulous… We all enjoyed to the core.

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The 6th term classes had commenced on the 3rd week of January and unlike other terms, it had a dull start! May be because it was the last term … anyway students were relaxed and chilled out. Most of them were set to enjoy their last few months in XIME. Even I thought I should take a break… I started going to gym again…

It was during the last week of January, that XIME organized the BRICS (Brazil, Russia, India, China, and South Africa) International Conference… It was held at our XIME campus, Bangalore. That conference was one of the supreme laurels that XIME had added to its name during that academic year. It was also considered as our president’s greatest initiatives, for the welfare of XIME, of all time…

Another event, but the most significant one, everyone looked forward to was the placement week. Surprisingly, our placement week was scheduled on 22nd February 2009. Yes, very late when compared to most other colleges in our country! It was delayed just because of one man’s persistence. He insisted on that date and also boasted to everyone, including the media, on that. He was confident that it would bring in companies to the campus… but!

As a matter of fact, our placement week was a complete flop. Not even 20 students were placed during that week. Most of the companies declined our invitation to visit our campus for placements…

“we started hiring long back. You should have let us come there months before!!!” that was their response…

Now in July, the total number of students placed is 78 out of 113. Also the average salary plummeted to a different level, far less than last year’s figure! Recession, also, played its part well here.  

However, I am not saying that we all would have been placed in case we had started our placements long back in September or October like most other colleges.  Recession took its full form only after September. Some of the students who got selected at that time received apology letters from the company, later, when the recession hit them with full might. Then again such unfortunate incidents happened only to a few. In my personal opinion, it should have been lot better if we had started our placements long back. All my batch mates too share the same opinion…

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We had lot of time in the last trimester as there was less number of core subjects. More over everyone gave importance to the placements. So the classes were fun and short too.

Like most others, I spend my extra time sleeping or watching movies or reading books. I started visiting gym regularly and I was so happy about it… I was enjoying my life there. One evening, when I was sleeping peacefully in my bed, my mobile rang… It was Neethu, my classmate.

“Will you treat me if I pass a grand news to you?”

Well, Neethu is a different person… I don’t think there is any word like ‘rest’ or ‘relax’ in her dictionary. She would be working 24/7, but for others… Many times I felt that she would, someday, become someone like ‘Mother Teresa’…

Yet she always had time for her friends… a nice and reliable friend, she is… and one of my good friends…

“Alright, you got it kido… Now tell me the news…”

I said… But the news she passed to me was something which I would never forget. It changed my life in XIME…

“U scored a GPA of 6+… And your CGPA shot well above 5!”

I didn’t speak for some time. I was so happy. I felt I was floating among the white clouds…

I got up and walked to college to see the result myself.

GPA of 6.18 …

That was something great… And my CGPA has moved to 5.16… Yes, the dark clouds hovering above my head had disappeared completely.

‘I can relax….  Also I can enjoy the rest of my days…’ I knew…  

Yes, it was a royal feat…

 

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