Tuesday, September 1, 2015

"Krishna" in a new avatar!

Screaming headlines in today's The New Indian Express, Bengaluru edition..."Krishna enters Chickpet to cheers"..

Half awake and half asleep, this image caught my attention 


What divine intervention ...people of Chickpet seeing a miracle of a gigantic wheel of the chariot of Lord Partha ...I imagined letting loose wild squeals of delight...

Then reality struck me...jolting me from my half sleep to be awake fully..it was the metro tunnel driller named as "krishna" that had successfully dug through to emerge at Chickpet!


Do you see what I saw in the morning ..the giant wheel???


The grand appearance...


Will this new avatar of the Lord save us from traffic woes in Bengaluru???

Friday, August 21, 2015

   The Monsoon Magic- magnificent Jog and mesmerizing Murudeshwar  


                          This Independence day gifted us a freedom to travel to our hearts’ content in the monsoon, for a vacation starved Rams family! I jumped up in joy when my hubby proposed a trip to the western ghats in Uttara Karnataka, to celebrate our wedding anniversary in advance,! Deprived of a well deserved excursion for quite some time, I was indeed looking forward to the short odyssey. Google came to my rescue assisting in the booking of travel, stay and sightseeing and the itinerary was finalized from the cool comforts of my home! Everything seemed to fall in its place and the countdown to the D-day had begun with yours truly, the unskilled packer, stuffing all and sundry into two large suitcases much to the chagrin of the ads whose idea of a vacation was only a backpack! From salt for the leeches, to loosen their vice like grips on our soft bodies to sneakers and jackets to protect us from the rains, the luggage was full and I had the final say!
                         The free ride on the Uber cab was a delight to start our picnic with and we had embarked well ahead of the departure time of the bus. But the snarling peak hour traffic of Bengaluru was driving us insane. The only solace was to think of the sojourn to bliss and be one among nature! I had almost given up on reaching the travels’ office in time but the cabbie  who got the whiff of the situation due to my grumbling and ranting, stepped on the gas and manoeuvred adroitly through the rain filled pot holed by lanes  to reach the terminal on time and we avoided the trauma of seeing the rear of the glistening blue bus!
                               Snugly reclining in the push back seats, heaving a collective sigh of relief, we were off and in less than an hour stopped for dinner at a road side eatery with an ambience that was truly inviting. The “pure veg” tag was the icing on the cake and we enjoyed the steaming hot idis and vadas dunked in sambar and chutney.
                             The onward seven hour journey to Sagar, a lovely district of Shivamogga town in Malnad region of Karnataka was uneventful as darkness had engulfed the picturesque greenery of the country side. As dawn broke the darkness of the silent night, I was overjoyed to see the rain soaked ghat road towards Sagar. Yes, the monsoon magic had begun in full earnest and my heart was beating faster. I turned the clock back 30 years to reminisce the Geography class in school when Sukumari madam was explaining about Gersoppa falls and Linganamakki  dam across the Shravati river. How I had longed then to see India’s second largest segmented plunge and the moment of euphoria had arrived.
                          The hotel Pavithra Residency was decent and the family suite was large, neat and comfortable. Refreshed and raring to go after a warm bath and with a nice breakfast of masala dosai , we embarked on our sightseeing tour in a taxi.

                           The 30 minute drive across lush green carpets of paddy fields with swaying coconut trees fringed at the borders and winding snake roads was captivating. As we neared the gorgeous bluff, the skies opened up and the rain came down in torrents. We could hear the rush and roar of the Jog but the mist and clouds completely covered the falls. Within minutes the rain stopped  lifting the veil of mist and lo and behold, Raja, Rani, Roarer and Rocket thundered down magnificently and I was spell bound by nature’s bounty. A sheer fall of 800 feet of river Shravati into the ravines, the froth and foam pumping up my adrenalin!


The next couple of hours was absolute delight and a great photo op (sans selfies and groupfies) with different combinations and I am privileged to share those moments of bliss with my dear readers. My heart ached to bid goodbye to the opulence of nature  but we had to move on to the next destination, the Ikkeri Aghoreshwara temple built by the Keladi chiefs and has been taken over by the ASI. 

Then came Keladi with a temple and a museum developed by Kuvempu university which boasted of age old artefacts. Linganamakki reservoir was next on our agenda but despite the dam being almost full, the sluice gates were not opened denying us the opportunity of seeing a torrent of water gushing out!
                             Honnemaradu, the island atop a hillock overlooking the Linganamakki dam was enchanting. After the whirlwind two day sojourn to Sagar and its surroundings, we boarded the KSRTC to take us to Honnavar, the port city on the Arabian Sea. The Western Ghats was a treat to the eyes with dime a dozen hair pin bends on NH 17 interspersed with water falls en route. Copious rains , exotic scenery and salubrious climate made our 100km journey gratifying and pleasant!
                       World’s second largest statue of Lord Shiva with a towering Raja Gopura  was a sight to behold when we reached the coastal town of Murudeshwar in Bhatkal. 

For the etymology and legend about the temple please visit  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murudeshwara
                       The distinct air of the sea with the colourful fishing boats moored at the shore and the waves crashing into the temple is mesmerizing. The grandeur of the statue is enhanced by the breathtaking view of the Arabian Sea with its long coastline stretching as far as the eyes could see! High speed elevators took us to the 18th floor of the Raja Gopura 

and the view from the top was spectacular. I am bereft of adjectives and the English language seems to be poor to describe the panoramic spectacle where nature blends with perfect harmony with religion and spirituality. The imposing Shiva statue sitting cheek by jowl with the sea is forever etched in my memory! The beaches on the shore were balms for our weary but happy feet and the day culminated with the sunset. A hearty dinner at Kamat’s brought the curtains down on our jaunt.

                            The luxury coach from Honnavar brought us back to our domain , traversing through the Ghats one more time, briefly pausing at Jog and then heading to Bengaluru via Shivamogga . The mirthful, magnetic, marvellous, monsoon magic had come to an end bringing home rejuvenated bodies and souls with lots of memories and a pet leech! (We are yet to name it!)     

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Sweet sensation of swiftness!


                          Sweet sensation of swiftness

Life is rush hour in this modern era of computers and technology and we have become slaves to time. Speed, agility and swiftness matter the most in every field of activity we do or perform.
                         Falling hook, line and sinker to the World Wide Web and being ONLINE 24x7 has become a way of life; the overflowing text messages’ notifications from Whatsapp, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram et al are the wake up calls replacing the obsolete alarm! Till the time we hit the sack, if ever it happens, the internet rules the roost and we are stuck to it like adhesive. Adroitly and skilfully navigating from one app to another, from one program to another or from one site to another is the ultimate testing ground for the user. The master of the universe decides on whether our hectic lives become exciting or mundane, the provider ignites the day right from the time of the morning ablutions when we catch up with all and sundry to make it roaring.
                            Be it ordering of groceries, fruits and veggies, getting navigated in the mad traffic giving us alternative routes on the go, working with clients across the globe from the cosy comforts of our cubicle, purchasing air/bus/train tickets online, shopping for a zillion products from within the cocoons of our home, taking an appointment with the doctor, booking for a movie or a show, a cab or a meal or simply paying the utility bills will all be a nerve racking experience if the service provider is stuck in generations of yore. We live in an app world and everything needs to be done at the blink of an eye with the click of a mouse or a swipe of an app and the caveat is “speed, quickness, swiftness, pace, rapidity with consistency!”It is suffocating and claustrophobic to get stranded mid way of a transaction and the “hour glass” or the “circular rotating symbol” pops up that make our heads swirl akin to being caught in the middle of a bottleneck or in a bumper to bumper traffic en route to catching a flight or a bus!
                          So the key to all our woes lies with the provider, it is he who decides whether we end up staring at a page that says “loading....please wait, do not click the back button or refresh the page... or a request time out or unable to connect to the internet...”these messages have become diktats, tenets, to which we submit ourselves with extreme frustration and anger!
                          Bringing zest, energy, drive, force and velocity to this drab, crawling lifestyle is the 4G service from Airtel which has zoomed into our domains and pepped up our browsing activity; a cracker of a solution which needs to be experienced to believe! With this 4G in our devices, we are assured and guaranteed of an encounter that will simply blow our minds away, an affair which will undoubtedly last a lifetime promising a never before exposure of galloping on the internet! Vrooming from one page to the next, zip zap zooming on the umpteen applications, downloading and uploading of audio and video clips and photos are all accomplished in a flash and the days, hours, minutes of hesitation, lingering, pausing, buffering, tarrying or hanging fire are all gone, forgotten and become things of the past! Heads will turn and faces of envious users will go scarlet as I have the advantage of a 4G and mind you, this speed really thrills but kills others who are in contemplation mode and  yet to jump on to this band wagon.

                            Now, I am abuzz here, there and everywhere fluttering in the breeze and titillating in the sweet sensation of swiftness, stimulating me to say “wow”!!!      http://www.airtel.in/4g/

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Wednesday, July 8, 2015

A browser that bowls us over!

Enjoy this post as it unfolds before you on UC browser!

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                             A browser to bowl us over!

April 2, 2011....Wankhede stadium frenzy was brought alive on the big screen, all of us glued to it, leaving behind our chores, schedules, meetings, study and work. Nothing in the world could be traded with the enthusiasm and exuberance happening at this moment, an Indian win in the final of the world cup played between India and Sri Lanka was fervently prayed by the cricket crazy nation and I was very much part and parcel of this mania! Chanting slokas to appease every God to make it happen.. And then it happened...no...not the win but in the penultimate over, the power conked out and the backup generator just would not start, playing spoil sport in our delirium which had now reached a crescendo! A smart guy took his phone out and tried to get the live action on it but the browser did not match his smartness and refused to co-operate and we were left high and dry! If only UC browser was there....sigh...It taught me a lesson the hard way - switch to UC browser and never to miss the action anytime, anywhere!UC browser is a super fast browser that is available for a variety of platforms to do wonders in search and play! It is the next gen application giving instant live updates on games, scores, statistics and all what we look forward to in a game that is watched in the stadium and mind you, all these come absolutely free and uninterrupted. No lags, no pauses, no buffering, all smooth and seamless that redefines surfing! A sure and faster way of browsing that helps you to be in the thick of cricketing action while doing the regular work at the same time. Now I can eat, drink, study, cook, work, romance and party but also be in the gallery to watch the beauty of the game, a grand stand view indeed!   Cricket is always around us in the form of test cricket, limited overs match or the latest trend of the shortest format, the 20-20 and we must be ever ready to be stumped or bowled over! A game that glorifies batting, bowling and fielding, all rolled in one! The grace and poise of a cover dive, the ruthlessness of a pull shot, the cheeky edge past the wicket keeper leave us enthralled. The fiery run of the bowler sending shivers down the spine of the batsmen and the googlies that trick them is an eclectic mix that one can ill afford to miss. A single ball may turn the tide, a wonderful catch can save a match and a sixer off the last delivery can seal the win and the cup! The players set many a milestone and records that are shattered by the minute; this 22 yarder is a treat to the statistics minded too! For all those who think that it is 11 fools playing and 11000 fools watching think twice; see a game of cricket with an unmatched browser and let the euphoria engulf you and I am sure you will surrender to the religion called cricket!

“Patriotism is, fundamentally, a conviction that a particular country is the best in the world because you were born in it....”George Bernard Shaw

And the game of Cricket in India is a pseudonym for patriotism, a game invented for eternity. We breathe and live by it and the rules are ingrained in the minds every of Tom Dick and Harry or should I say Meera, Tanzil and Antony!

The nourishing nectar

Stay fit and feel young with Dabur Honey!

                            The nourishing nectar!

32, 34, 36, 38, 40...even numbers you think?...hold your horses, dear readers, these are my waist sizes growing by the day. Slim waist, toned body, flat tummy are now things of the past. My stomach is literally six pack or more with bulges of fat and no muscle! Binge eating has become the order of the day with scant regard for health and fitness. Who can give deep fried crispy samosas or vadas a miss? Not me, never...a foodie that I am! Outgrowing the clothes in the closet like a bubbly teenager is not at all forthcoming for a 45 year old middle aged woman with umpteen health issues to boot! 
The alarm bells are ringing...take control before fat takes you over! And then I decided enough was enough; sneakers were searched and dusted, the brisk morning walks were back, breakfast replaced by cereals and lunch by salads, yoga, which has taken India by storm, was introduced to my stubborn and unyielding body but the icing on the cake of good health was Dabur Honey, the nourishing nectar! 
The golden liquid manna is a bonanza for looking and staying young. The calories are taken care of by the vitamins and antioxidants present in honey and it aids digestion easily. The age old grandma's therapy of honey for fighting coughs and cold is an astounding remedy in today's polluted environs. It also tones the skin and nourishes it to a glow that will make people around you go green with envy!
The scientific process for testing the quality of real honey by aficionados and beekeepers has been adopted by Dabur which makes it really a jackpot towards health. Honey aids are subsistence and sustenance of good life. It has become a prerequisite for avoiding diseases and ailments caused due to over eating, abusive eating and binging. 
Honey is a complete food as it contains nutrients, minerals, vitamins, proteins and amino acids and these are the building blocks for a healthy body. One can replace sugar with honey in our beverages, can use as spreads on bread, and many of our favourite sweets can be made with honey! So if you are on the lookout for an healthier alternative then switch to honey, it will do a world of wonder to your body and soul! I would love to post pictures of me prior to having honey in my diet and post the switch; but that will be too much of blowing one’s own trumpet and I leave it to the readers to try the magic potion themselves to see the results! You will be gloating with pride on the all new looks that will kill!
All it takes is two spoonfuls of the golden syrup to stay young, healthy and well nourished; after all, a healthy mind is in a healthy body! Take care and say yes to honey!

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Kelloggs Chocos Khuljaye Bachpan TVC (Hindi)


                                         Sidekicks to our children

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe said, “There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other wings!”

“Children learn more from what you are than what you teach”...how very true this quote is for the essence of good parenting is to be a role model and the children follow by example. Children more often do not listen but they copy, imitate and reproduce what the parents do!
Good parents from time immemorial have always been great friends, guide and philosophers and the first phrase “friends” is the prime deciding factor to establish a bonding and relationship with kids! Building trust and involvement in the processes of various elements make up a beautiful dimension of parenting.  Allowing them to be the way they actually are and making them to do things on their own rather than having a hawk eye approach does wonders to the upbringing of a child. This does not mean being a confidante or a partnership with mutual benefit as this causes lot of burden and hardship on the child that he or she becomes weighed down more by our problems than theirs.
I recount here the delicate role my parents played in my upbringing which I try hard to emulate and follow but the bitter truth is, I have failed many a time. I was named “Sunita” which meant “well brought up” and I can stand up and take a bow for the belief, trust and confidence they vouched in me that helped me to become strong, determined and independent in thought and action, to judge what is right and wrong and where to draw the line. My father was indeed a buddy, a pal, a sidekick who was my first teacher in everything, a perfect role model ; be it a game of scrabble or building a crane from a mechanix set or a board of carrom or a game of badminton, he was a perfect comrade and companion, an alter ego to be precise. Not only the rudiments of the game taught but also inculcating the watch word of sportsmanship! It is just that the games today are substituted with gadgets and gizmos!
There was never a repeated chorus of “go and study” by my parents as there was a schedule in place which was carefully drafted with sufficient breaks to ward off monotony and boredom – the prime reason ought to have been “simply putting themselves in my shoes” and that did the trick. A monotonous lecture of “in those days, when I was young I used to study 6-7 hours and my dad would never let me play or watch TV” unless I finished my work” will obviously not go down well with present age kids who do not want to be tutored but to be taken along. This was already in place and a maxim with my parents and they excelled in being “a distant authority” and I fell in line automatically without being forced to!  Raising children is fuelled by giving their diligent due and importance. Being a tyrant or a dictator is NOT going to help but rather opening the doors of the unknown for them to explore and react to situations will go a long way in making them to emerge as survivors to be fit and correct the mistakes by encountering them. Believe me it does take a lot of courage to raise children and being a referee or a whistle blower makes parenting bizarre. If we as parents control our emotions and behaviour, then automatically we set up an environment of understanding, patience and believing in solutions. Success of good parenting depends on positive involvement of parents with children as they close their ears to advice but open their eyes to example that is; we have to be what we want our kids to be! My parents did not push me beyond the limits but at the same time never did what I was capable of doing and so I learnt simple chores at an early age such as to iron my own clothes, polish the shoes, and pack my lunch and so on.
Extreme degrees of buddy parenting sets a bad precedence as we tend to share our sorrows and burden them with our difficulties; it may assume the form of incompatibility with spouse, financial difficulties, office stress and pressures and the like. The children who take their parents as ONLY friends will over react and try to solve these issues in addition to their own woes and end up confused and depressed. It is a two way process wherein we become confidantes and mutual sharing of secrecy happens leading to confusion and chaos! On the other end of the spectrum, is the autocratic big boss who sets the rules of the game and the child has to abide by them in letter and spirit; in this relationship the bonhomie and trust is lost and rebellion starts to occur and everything goes awry.
Essentially it means that parenting is a tactful and strategic art that requires guerrilla warfare mixed with righteous leadership by example, a cocktail of guile (not giving in to their whims and fancies) and innocence( after all childhood is a short season but parenthood is long!) . However, the cornerstone or building blocks for fine upbringing is friendship, trust, guidance, attention, right attitude, ability to listen, lending a shoulder to cry on and not being judgemental. Playing the different roles to perfection is easier said than done and no handbook can teach us to become good parents, it comes with experience!

My children see me as superhero!
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Wednesday, June 10, 2015

                        The” Egoistick” maniac

          Something nudged me from behind; I ignored it as I my gaze was transfixed at the work of art before me, then again, this time at the neck. My charitable instincts told me to turn around and help the old man with the walking stick (for there is never an old lady in the stories; they are created to be forever young!) and I did turn but to my utter dismay, there was no old man but a young couple hand in hand with a protruding rod and a Goddamn device at the end of it, facing them. They were pouting, smiling, kissing at the gadget and of course poking and provoking all around them! The pedagogical mind coerced me to action and in a jiffy, I yanked the rod and whacked the self obsessed deuce black and blue – well all the Jackie Chan action was in the mind only. Getting back to senses, for better or for worse, I know not, I shooed them away like a crow that has just splashed white excrement on my newly laundered shirt! But they rambled on at their own sweet pace oblivious of the surroundings – the place, the purpose and the plight of people around them!
                     The ruling passion of the day, for ignoramuses like me, was taught the hard way by the brood as it seemed to be omnipresent....in malls, in multiplexes, in stadiums, in places of interest, in food courts, in schools and colleges, well literally everywhere and soon it was implanted in my bird brain that this “rod” was called the selfie stick and the device attached to the end of it was a device with camera, it could be a mobile, a tablet or a pad. I soon realized that after the creation of Adam and Eve and the discovery that Earth was round, the third most important invention of man had to be the mobile with all the paraphernalia! The compulsive disorder to click, click and click and then to share, share and share and be liked, liked and liked is the most popular activity of this “narcissistic era”! And the mobile makers too made hay while the sun shone by adding xxxx megapixel into the front camera. The days of autographs are long gone, now it is the dictum of selfies and groupfies that governs – from Prime ministers to celebrities in any field to the “aam aadmi”, the stamp of remembrance or sharing space takes the form of getting into the frame.  Zooming in, one admires every contour and admonishes the flaws -  hair ruffled, lips too full, or a pimple peeping out of the cheek, or yellow teeth  and then begins the untiring effort to rediscover and enhance the picture with all sorts of “tools “that are available which crops, cuts, brightens and adds special effects to the portrait! God save his never satisfied creations, who are turning out to be self centred, obsessed and gloating with their selves! The extreme infatuation with one’s physiognomy shows no partiality or discrimination and covers everyone, like in seven stages of man, from the thumb sucking infant to the kid who spends his first day at school ready to let his tear glands work, the bubbly teenager, the starry eyed lover , the newlywed and the person ready to kick the bucket!

                     Welcome the new age self loving, egocentric narcissistic maniac for whom the thing of beauty lies within the photo frame in the stick-held. Man, in his quest for monomania, invented the stick and substituted it for the long, tired and pained outstretched arms to simplify the self glorification process! This frenzy of vain glory drives nincompoops like me into fits of fury and all I can do is cast a sardonic glance at the avant-garde fools behind the outlandish stick! 

Thursday, May 28, 2015

                                           Version 2.0  Upgraded ...

         Loosen the shackles, unfasten and do a factory reset of life
         Born again on Mother India subset planet Earth to the same humble souls,
                        bound hard do not want to disengage, but untie the miseries, 
                        a fresh lease with no agony and anguish,Never to expire,
         unravel the journey all over again, no melancholy
         To fix the wrongs and actions that made me guilty 
                        Reboot and reload the friends and family, its love and affection
                        Not in any time to lose the snuggle of warmth, 
         to expunge the defective part, retain the virtues
         The same magical charm albeit with alterations to make it flawless
                        Impeccable surroundings beyond compare 
                       Turned around in reverse gear to contemplate and change
         A mobile format to make it ingratiating, 
         expel the motley mix of joys and sorrows
                        holding on to the worthy flashes of ecstasy
                        To make brio unblemished, culminating 
         In  new version upgraded format
         That is unparalleled and utopian! 

This is a post written by my father Mr.N. Krishnan, some months ago and I deem it a proud privilege to re blog it here.

Comprehending and negotiating Gen Y learners

Before going into my observations on the experience with the new generation students, let me introduce myself as a ‘Johnny who came in late’ to this profession.  I took up full-time coaching assignment only in the year 2006 even though I was a faculty for the commercial trainees way back in the 1970’s and also a part time trainer of executives on the subject of ‘Finance for non- finance executives’ in the Management Development Centre of FACT     For the past 7 years  I am now  in the midst of  youngsters who are pursuing the ACCA ( UK) course after their Plus two/Commerce degree,  as a Senior faculty ( Finance)

Our students , the archetypal conservative brood of the GEN Y where ‘Y’ heralds the tech savvy , hands on, interactive and collaborative  set , hail  mainly from affluent background     ( most of them sons/daughters of expatriate Indians) The calibre of the students, who have enrolled for the programme range from ‘average’ to ‘good’. The challenge before us is to mould them as professionals in the finance discipline and this indeed is an onerous task.
The “WHY” and “Young” pupils are  well  disciplined and their behaviour is quite good and we have not encountered any problem with them all these years on that front.
The positive attributes of my disciples are that they are very friendly and submissive  There is no rebelliousness on the part of the students  Many of them (not all )are hardworking and focussed, with the full realisation of the demands of a professional course  They come to the class in their uniform, usually well turned out. These achievers live up to the image of gen y in attitude and they are natives of the digital world, are very computer savvy and conversant with the gadgets and gizmos. The greater number submit their assignments on time and attend classes regularly and take the monthly tests and model exams without fail Quite a few of them  have a penchant for the arts and are well versed in music, dance and other cultural activities. The Onam festival was a grandiose affair put up by the aspiring financial wizards   ( dance, music and drama etc.) which was appreciated by everyone Their inherent and latent talents are out in the open, once they set their heart, for which lot of coaxing is required  and this miniscule population do get involved in extra-curricular activities  A bunch of students had their   formative education in foreign lands with a good background in English medium schools. Others woefully lack communication skills- verbal and/or written
 A section of the student prodigies are completely new to the field of commerce and finance (with +2 qualification in the science stream) and surprisingly they out- perform the BCom students One of the factors responsible for this phenomenon, is that they have undergone four more fundamental papers conducted by ACCA, before being put at par with  B Com The curriculum for these papers are intense and undiluted, more focussed and in tune with other higher level ACCA papers. Perhaps they are also more determined than the B Com students
In the midst of mediocre students , from among the crumbling ruins, rising like a phoenix are  ‘fliers’ like Ms Rinchu Paul (Who completed the ACCA course creditably and was awarded a gold medal- Ms Janani, who went through the course in the shortest possible time - Shri Ashutosh Kumar ( hailing from Bihar and the son of a Navy officer, at Cochin Naval base), who won the Rs100,000 prize instituted by us for the best student. There were other shining gems, who won accolades and shared honours in the top on the world stage having been  placed among the top scorers in the ACCA papers globally.     
Having enumerated  the plus points, let me turn my attention to the flip side  As mentioned  earlier, the students, a vast majority, are very submissive This has a corollary in that the students are too timid/tongue-tied  to respond to any questions nor do they seek any clarifications, clearly defying the essence of GEN Y ,who are the decisive questioning individuals. So the two-way communication which is the sine qua non of any meaningful learning process is totally absent .One is left guessing as to whether they have assimilated and absorbed what has been taught .Even non-academic informal   questions like ‘where do you belong to’ what is your father’ etc. do not elicit proper or audible response ( sometimes ‘a shake of the shoulders’ or in extreme cases ‘batting of the eyelids-! a trademark insignia so typical of even grown up people in this part of the country!)- The purport of which leaves you clueless! ) It is again a Herculean task to draw them out of their shells and make them more communicative.   
Some of the students are very lethargic and do not exhibit any enthusiasm. They seem to lack energy and that is why, perhaps, they are not aggressive in pursuit of knowledge Many of them are woefully wanting in health and frequent absence is the bane of such students Punctuality is another casualty- with the usual excuses -that the bus in which they travel from their residence to the institute was caught in a traffic jam and was delayed ( which is an integral part of chaos in traffic, often witnessed in Kochi!)- That there was delay in getting breakfast in their hostels- over slept!- had medical check-up Etc.) The reasons given for absenteeism   also include attending to sick parents and attending social functions( in our student days – may be, because of the larger family set up- we were not required to do this duty or perform social responsibilities like representing the family for marriages, deaths etc.- the focus and responsibility were entirely on pursuing studies to the exclusion of all other distractions )
Lack of interest in reading English newspapers, particularly those on economics and finance is another drawback of the students The teachers are trying to get over this problem by prescribing a ‘10 minute’ time capsule, at the start of every day, for reading out the important economic/financial news of the day by each one of the students by turn  Efforts are also taken to persuade the students to give presentation on economic/ financial issues  and participate in group discussions.

To conclude, the Gen Y learners are a mixed bag of ‘good’, ‘bad’ and the ‘ugly’ and it is our endeavour to bring them all up to the ‘good’ category level -not only in academics but also in soft skills (which will stand them in good stead in their careers) It is an uphill and daunting task and whether we triumph  in this earnest attempt, is a moot point and only posterity can judge us !   

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Oh....to travel and to write to the heart's content!

Back pack...and off you go..to the favourite destination to be one with nature. Adore the mountains with rain filled clouds kissing their tops, the gurgling streams with soft white pebbles glowing in the sun, the cascading waterfalls that roars and thunders its way in the ravines, the golden sandy beaches beckoning with open arms or an exotic ride in the snake boats in the breathtaking waters of the sea...nothing matches the beauty of the creator, away from the mundane of daily life with all its madness such as traffic, hectic working schedules, garbage everywhere, drains overflowing, black smoke billowing, the barren concrete city bereft of the green trees with myriad flowers, greedy mortals trying to earn a fast buck hook or by crook...oh...the list is endless..

Feelings pouring out, carefully recorded in the diary to read and re read and enjoy the serene surroundings to the heart's content...record the beautiful birds, the fulsome flowers, the caressing carpet of green, the beckoning blue of the sky and the sea and the spectacular show coming to an end with the rainbow in all its hues and the golden sunset!

I am already living in the world of utopia...please read them down here!



Sunday, May 17, 2015

            Avarice for unsatiated love and affection
                    with a begging bowl, always asking for more
                    Solitary, wandering here and there
             Deserting inner, outer circles fashion

              Burden of expectations weighing down
                      Spectre of desires, needs and wants
                       Rat race, peer pressure and family taunts
              Education in a dazzling convocation gown

              Chagrin only, as eagerly anticipate
                         Disillusioned and doleful with regret
                           Never to bargain for, nothing to fret
               Churning out our destiny and fate

                Dipping esteem, reality bites, face fact
                           Twisted and awry, euphoria amiss
                          Yearning relinquished, diving into an abyss
                Bonding disconnected, no more sacrosanct

                Excursion, jaunt, journey and picnic
                            Dwindling by the day, a life cocooned
                            Lost in oneself, uncaring and marooned
                 Self centered, in an island, agonizing sick

                Fervently praying, morrow a better day                                 
                              No more exodus to depths of despondency
                               Believe, long for and the flight to ascendancy

                 And the hope train chugs in making gay