learnings

Clothes matter...Wearing the right clothes to the right place at the right time matters most!!1

Being short has its advantages.After all Alexander, Ashoka and Akbar were short!!

A bunch of us have begun a series of activities after class hours. Today we had an informal music session- Music unplugged.. I was amazed at the talented youngsters. They compose their own tunes and lyrics!! Music indeed surpasses all barriers. Students from the east and north east of India were singing a famous Tamil song!! Good cheer and laughter rained through. I am all geared to unearth more gems in the University!

As I walked hurriedly down the green path at my workplace I stooped to pick up a chocolate wrapper. As I bent down I chanced upon crushed coffee cups and Pepsi bottles thrust beneath the shrubs. I was pained. The University has staff that maintains the gardens and lawns regularly and they do a pretty neat job. There are visible dustbins every nook and corner. Yet after the breaks there is litter. These are  students who belong to the elite class and to think that they would be the future engineers!!!  So why is this happening. It is appalling. We are given buildings, we litter them. We have the second longest beach yet we deface it. We have two rivers which run like sewage.  If we cannot maintain what is given to us then how do we create? How do we invent? How do....  Well the answer is we are not' doers' . we are a nation of talkers- we talk and talk and talk and forget that there is a dustbin, a beach, a garden, ...

What is said is not as important as how it is said!!

When a female says we need to talk, be prepared for a verbal war!!

I got acquainted to Kandaswamy on the very first day I joined my new job. Kandaswamy is a boy of  maybe 18 years who serves tea/coffee to all the staff. First day- K ( that's how I shall refer him as) serves tea at 10.30am and coffee at 2.30 pm. He does not bother to look at me. He serves the much needed hot beverage in a routine manner. Second day- K arrives. I make it a point to talk to him. He is shocked. I ask him his name and he is rather abrupt in his answers. Third day- Once again I begin getting to know him. He has done schooling up to 9th ! So i asked him why he did not continue with his education. He said he did not like school. Fourth day- K arrives and in spite of me offering a beaming smile he hardly returns one back.. But to my surprise he offers me an extra cup of coffee!! Fifth day- K tells me that he left school. because his teachers were bad! He didn't give much explanation but I gathered that he had not been treated kindly....