A Rush of Randomness

Final year is encouraging me to be myself; the lazy lad that I am. Procrastinating has come to be become a lifestyle to me. My own lifestyle, I believe I have/had one, appears alien to me. I can’t let that take over me, can I?

So here I am.

Here is a poem I found on the internet. It is beautiful.


The notion of love amongst most of my peers is pretty flawed. The flaw is not very pretty though. Love isn’t romance, lust is not love. To love is to like. I look cool breezes, I love the sunny of a chilly day. I love chicken, chocolate and coffee. I love shoes! (About an hour back, I bought myself a multi coloured pair of flip flops for Rs. 100/- flat. Yaay me!) I love warm smiles and verbal ‘Good mornings’. I love my family, I love my friends. Many a times I like that I see in the mirror and I love that I am not scared when I don’t. Love is a feeling and feelings just are. I love what I do and I always try to do what I love.

In other news:

  • Tech Nidarshan’13, the annual national level technical festival was a couple of weeks back and it felt great to be a part of it on a whole another level; the student rep of my department. B-) . The fest was a lot of fun, though by the end of it I felt like a grilled piece of meat.
  • My sessionals were last week and the feeling of being a pea head took over again. I can just pray for miracles to happen so that my marks prove me wrong.
  • Final year is running by quickly and I love the fast pace. But it also reminds me that I want, sorry, NEED to be placed in a good core mechanical company, soon! I want to do something that I love for good, you know? Get me a good job that I want, will ya? Please? (Too many question marks? Ouch!)
  • I have a tan. A bad one. It seems to love me. I just high fived sun. That’s how it appears.
  • I just got two toys inside one Peppy Cheese Balls packet. Boo! 😛

Oh, and here is my little love letter to the Throttlerz, an amazing professional bike stunts group from Coimbatore who performed at TN’13, they owned the audience! Sure the letter wasn’t handed to them under my name, none the less, for me, it was like my silly fan mail being handed to them. They uploaded it on their Facebook page; A personal extra girly Eee! moment for me!


That was some randomness for you.

Till Next Time,

Keep Smiling.



My First Interview

Precisely a week back, I gave my first interview for a very reputed firm. I am not going to reveal the name of the firm, neither am I going to tell if I got placed, or I didn’t. Here is what I typed that evening upon someone’s request to share my intervoew experience. 🙂


“6th October, 2013. 1.00 PM


The young man from the consultancy who had been making small talk with me while I was waiting outside the room where my interview was to be held told me that it was my turn to head in. He quickly wished me luck and I went towards the door. Yesterday, we had had our online tests, which comprised of two sections; analytical reasoning and verbal. The former was easy and the latter was challenging, even more so for people who do not have a habit of reading as the passages (2) were quite long.

The door of LH002 was kept open and a man sat behind a desk piled with papers. I asked him if I could enter and he immediately asked me to come in and occupy the chair opposite to him. I greeted him as I settled down and he greeted back warmly.

He inquired about my name and stream of engineering. He questioned why I had chosen mechanical engineering stream. I answered honestly that the production line has always fascinated me and that studying the course of mechanical engineering had only opened my eyes to lot many things I was unaware of, technologically.

He asked me about how long I had been waiting for and about the responses we were getting from students who were already interviewed. I said people were surprised at the technical questions being asked, because that wasn’t very expected. But that everyone said that the HR personnel were very friendly. He corrected me that they were all technical people and none of the interviewers were HR personnel. He asked for names of people whose reviews I had asked. I said that one would ask someone and the news just kept spreading. I didn’t feel it was appropriate to take names. He asked me if we had created a Whatsapp group to keep ourselves updated about what was happening in the interviews inside. We hadn’t and I said just that.

He asked me to introduce myself. I did that briefly.

He asked me a very simple question to start with, ‘Why our firm?’. I explained that their firm is a household name from where I hail and people refer to it’s founder  is the same lines as Dr. Abdul Kalam, so it certainly is a inspiration by itself. I further said him that I had heard from my seniors working in their firm that the training provided there was the best one could get, specially if I am from a non- IT stream. He questioned me if I was opting this form just for the excellent training. I told him it wasn’t so and that if I am willing to change my stream, I would like to begin with them.

He asked me the names of my seniors whom I had spoken to about their firm and took down their names too. Throughout the interview, he kept noting down every little thing that I answered.

The interviewer asked me to tell him a little about my family. I told him that my parents stay abroad and that my sister lives in Bangalore. He asked me if my sister is married and about how often my parents visit India. He also inquired about if I had no plans to settle abroad. I said him that I wouldn’t mind working abroad, but at the end of the day I would want to live India because I enjoy my freedom here. He asked me if I do not want the facilities and luxuries available elsewhere. I answered that I believe all such luxuries can be made available in our country if we work in the right direction.

He asked about how it felt to stay on my own, away from family. I said that I enjoyed the freedom, but family is family and that I do miss them at times.

He asked me if I could write a C program. I answered that I had learnt C in my PUC and first year of engineering and that if I would brush those skills, maybe I would be able to. Write now I would be able to write only very basic programs. He asked me to write a C program for performing simple arithmetic operations and I did that.

He asked me about the phone I use. I said him that it’s a Galaxy Mini. He asked me about the OS.I said it’s Android. He asked for the version. I was certainly nervous, so instead of Gingerbread I ended up saying Jelly Bean. I realised it only after a few minutes. He asked me about the apps I use, to which I named a few applications installed on my phone.

He began scanning through my resume.

He asked me about the various events I has participated in and organised. I explained them in brief. He then asked me about my blog, because I had mentioned blogging as a hobby of mine. He also took the url of my blog and said that he would be looking forward to a post about the interview. He questioned me about my other hobbies that I had mentioned in the resume; music and reading. He asked me the latest book that I had read and my favourite music director. I answered for the book promptly but favourite music director and song weren’t flashing to me at that instant. I said that I listen to music for the joy of it and do not pay much attention to the technicality of it.

He asked me if Tulu is my mother tongue and if I were a Bunt. He also asked me how many girls are there in mechanical in  my batch and how hard the labs are. I told him that there were a couple of labs that were challenging, but most of them were easy. He also asked me about Ansys, one of the analysis softwares I had mentioned about in my list of Analysis softwares known.

He asked me if I would leave this opportunity to join an IT company if I get an offer from a mechanical firm. I said him that it would depend on the company. That all companies aren’t worth giving up something as good as this firm for but that my main interest lies in core mechanical domain.

He finally asked me if I had anything to ask him. I asked him about how I, being a mechanical student, would have to be prepared to face the IT sector. He asked me to be thorough with C, C++, Java and DBMS. He said that in their firm the training is designed in such a way that irrespective of branch, we all get an equal opportunity to improve our skills.


I thanked him and left the room.”


You are free to make your assumptions. 😀


Till Next Time,

Keep Smiling.



Many a times, I experience feelings that I cannot define. I am not sad, but I find no reason to be happy. I am extremely happy, but there is something holding me back from celebrating it. I am depressed and yet I do not find it important enough to shed tears upon. Mixed emotions, maybe that’s what it is. I wouldn’t say that I am indecisive, probably, I do not want to know what exactly I am feeling. I have always been a strong believer of the notion that it is very easy to be happy. Over 80% of the people I meet daily are not happy, in fact show absolutely no signs of being content either. I do not claim to be an always cheerful and happy person, I do grumble, I do crib. It is moments of absolute emotional chaos that leave me bewildered. Not knowing how I feel. Not wanting to know how I feel.

And then I wonder; Am I the only one who feels this way? This isn’t nihilism. There does exist some mental substance. What if there are many other poeple around me who feel the same way and choose not to say? It would be a huge disappoinment if I am the only one who expreinces mixed emotions


Yes, this is pretty much a meaningless post.


Till Next Time,

Keep Smiling.



Let Me Try

Lat evening, I sat by the busy roads of Nitte, on the stairs of the temple and allowed my mind wander. I wanted to let it get lost by not all those who wander are lost and my friends who constantly kept chattering around me weren’t being of great help. Of all the things I could think of, the thought of gratefulness, rather lack of it, took over my senses and it did take me by surprise.

How many things on a daily basis do we take for granted and hence fail to appreciate?

The air that we breathe. Try to breathe in really deep, letting the walls of your wind pipe sense every molecule of it. Waking up on a rainy morning and letting the cool breeze envelope you to only tempt you to hug your blanket more tight. To let wind in your hair create a maze out of your already distorted mane. Fragments of pure peace. 

To observe, admire and savor every bit of what you eat. Licking ice cream from the cap of it till the chocolate bits at the end of the cone. Eating because you have to and can. Not all can eat when they have to, that’s definitely something worth being grateful about. 

Understanding while you read. May it be boards outside a shop or the newspaper, when you truly interpret and understand what your eyes stimulated your mind to read, there is a beautiful kind of joy that hops on.

Facial expressions. We deliver a receive a million of them every day. How many of those expressions do we register in our minds? It maybe the watchman who smiles at you every morning when you are leaving or the grumpy look by your neighbor. Every expression is unique and what goes behind it is precious. Treasure that.

Laugh out loud! Laugh only when you have to. You are not obligated to laugh at anything that doesn’t please you. Laugh at what makes you want to laugh. When you do laugh, you know it’s a lovely thing.

Happiness often sneaks through a door that you didn’t know you had left open. Let nothing that belong to you get past you without your consent. Try looking beyond what you can see and listening more than what you can hear.



Till Next Time,

Keep Smiling.


 I haven’t been the most not-busy person lately, but I have to get this off my chest and my little virtual space is something I am very grateful to.  Fair warning, this isn’t going to be something more intellectual than a crib fest.

People are certainly not my favorite kind of beings on this planet. I do not generalize, but I wish I found more people who made me like people, in general, better. I am indebted to forces of nature for having gifted me with gems of people, whom I will be treasuring with me for good. I just do not see that number rising and it is very disheartening. In fact, the number did stumble and roll down a couple of stairs, all the more disappointing. By good people, I am not being judgmental or terming them so by the fact that they abide by my opinions or not. Your opinions could be an antonym of my views and you shall still be viewed as a great human, provided you do your part right. I do not claim to be Miss. Perfect either. I am flawed. And so are you. I maybe flawed by a greater magnitude. I do know that being flawed doesn’t make me a bad person.

There used to be a time, not too long back, when any debate about the scenario of the nation or a political issue would provoke me to put forward my own views. I do not any more. At this point of time, anyone could stand in front of me and go on for hours together about the state of the poor in our country or the dominance of corruption on the leaders. I could listen to them and pretend to not have heard a word. 

This isn’t an epiphany out of the blue or a very recent realisation. This is something I and I am sure, even you have been observing from ages. Preaching and not practicing. We are all loud speakers and news papers when we have to bad mouth our politicians, but how many of us are a 100% corruption free? At least 1%? You can do things the right way, but you obviously won’t. You know, it’s not fun. And hey, do not forget, doing things the wrong way is cool! Whoever may you be, tell me you abide by the rules and do not consider mending ends to meet your own profit, you will earn my utmost respect. You speak about wanting to get all corrupt politicians and rapists behind bars, have you never ‘made money’ or ‘scammed’ someone or something, or at least have planned to do the same? Have you never seen a girl passing by you inappropriately? Have you always paid your bus ticket? Have you always corrected your teacher if by mistake he would have awarded a couple of marks extra in the exam, where you didn’t deserve it? Have you ever considered being truthful and honest, for one whole day at least? 

I might sound outright naive as I say this, but why oh why are we giving into exactly what we all claim to avoid? Whatever happened to principles and values. The world may not be a piece of cake, but I still do so not see how that should stop you from making it a pastry!

I guess I have come to a stage where it is becoming very easy to give up on people. I simply do not care any more. PS: Not that I did previously. Earlier, similar acts would enrage me, now they do not. Maybe they make me giggle, mentally, as a matter of fact.

But there is something I still do not want to give up on; Karma.