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2. The original amount of a debt on which interest is calculated. Also, the person having prime responsibility for an obligation
4. A small container used esp. by soldiers and hikers for carrying water or other liquids. Also, a snack bar or small cafeteria, as on a military installation.
8. An ideally perfect place, especially in its social, political, and moral aspects.
9. to clear (someone) of blame or a criminal charge
10. Giving sound when struck; resonant
11. Rice with raw fish wrapped in seaweed
12. Energetic devotion to a task or an endeavour; diligence. Also, the commercial production and sale of goods.
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1. A sea nymph, according to Greek mythology whose singing lured sailors to destruction on the rocks. Also, a device that gives out a loud wailing sound as a warning or signal
3. A word coined by blending two or more words
5. One who spends money extravagantly or wastefully.
6. Government by a single person having unlimited power; despotism.
7. A discordant and meaningless mixture of sounds.
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LOCATION: Standard Towers, Avinashi road,Peelamedu. (barely a km from college)
FOOD: What makes this place different from any other? The manager tells us that they actually combine two completely different cuisines (Chinese base with Indian masala) giving Vevina its unique identity. The authentic “Biryani” is what they are known for. You could also do more than just quench your thirst with their exquisite mocktail bar which has a whole lot of weird combinations starting from coke to fruits to masala and what not-all in your drink!! Lastly for all you “health freaks”, this is THE place, because there aren’t any artificial flavors and ajinomoto added.
AMBIENCE: The first thing you would notice when you enter is the ‘IN YOUR FACE’ orange that’s all over the place. It’s blinding! Vevina gives you a semi-fine dining experience. It also has three different menus-the thunder offer menu, the standard menu and the door delivery menu. For entertainment there’s just a TV which is something to take your eyes of the bling orange.
PRICE: Reasonable.
BOTTOM LINE: It’s a pretty decent, fairly new and reasonable hangout joint. So if you need a ‘not so fancy’ place with good wholesome food and not too far, this is the place you should be in!
RATING: 3.5/5
Musical compositions, it should be remembered, do not inhabit certain countries, certain museums, like paintings and statues. The Mozart Quintet is not shut up in Salzburg: I have it in my pocket. – Henri Ribaud.
______ is a column dedicated to the delight that is music. In this small box on this page, we’ll attempt to explore the various genres there are; numerous artists and their songs, the notes that make your head nod in rhythm or your feet tap involuntarily. Here we go, From the top!
This time round let’s talk about 5 artists who can be called the greatest exponents of their genre.
1. Elvis Presley : “The King” Elvis, the pelvis, Presley immortalized Rock n’ Roll in the years he was active from 1954 – 1977. His music was so iconic that he has the dubious distinction of being the victim of most impersonations by other people.
Writer’s picks: A little less conversation, Jailhouse rock, Suspicious minds.
2. The Beatles : I don’t need to tell you twice about the Beatles, probably the most famous Rock and Pop band from Liverpool, England, whose iconic members were John Lennon , Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Ringo Starr, Lennon, when asked, how he thought he’d die, stated "I'll probably be popped off by some loony.". In 1980, that’s exactly what happened, to the shock millions of fans.
Writer’s picks: Yesterday, I wanna hold your hand, Help!
3. Pink Floyd: They shot to fame with “Another Brick in the wall” a best seller from their very first album. From then, it’s been a one-way street as far as Pink Floyd and progressive rock is concerned.
Writer’s picks: Another Brick in the Wall, Comfortably numb, Hey you.
4. Black Sabbath : A little less popular than the above, but nevertheless brilliant, are Black Sabbath, the pioneers of Metal, the genre of music which first explored the tritone, which was considered as the note of the devil. Metal, which has the most sub-genres now, started off with Black Sabbath.
Writer’s picks: Black Sabbath, Evil Woman, War pigs.
5. Michael Jackson: You didn’t think we’d leave him out did you? Michael Jackson is rightly dubbed “The King of Pop”. The fact that his album “Thriller” still holds the record for most copies sold worldwide bears testimony to this. RIP, MJ.
Writer’s picks: Thriller, Beat it, Heal the world (to name a few)
We leave you with these, for now. And remember what T.S.Elliot once quoted, “You are the music while the music lasts”.
I watched The Pursuit of Happyness for the umpteenth time a few nights ago. It was the first time for dad though. He cried.
I love this movie. It's one of the most honest films I've seen. Will Smith has portrayed the character with such conviction that it seems like he IS Chris Gardner. You feel for him throughout. You laugh with him. You cry with him. This movie really makes you want to get out there and do something worthwhile. The life lessons that Gardner teaches his son (Will Smith's own son, Jaden Smith, is unbelievable as Christopher) should really be put into practice in all of our own.
” Don't ever let somebody tell you you can't do something. You got a dream, you gotta protect it. People can't do something themselves, they wanna tell you you can't do it. If you want something, go get it. Period. “
The story of how a guy who sells bone density scanners for a living gets an internship at a stock brokerage and emerges top of his class to become a broker, setting up his own firm in 6 years and selling it in a multimillion dollar deal 25 years later is something that everybody should wonder at. This was a guy who loses his wife who moves on to something better because she does not believe in him; gets evicted because he can't pay rent; moves into a motel and gets kicked out because he can't pay the bill; spends a night in the bathroom in the subway; spends a night in jail and attends his interview for the internship without a shirt; which leads to my most favorite dialogue in the movie -
Mr. Frohm: What would you say Chris, if a guy walks into the interviewer's office without a shirt? What would you say if the interviewer gave the guy the job?
Chris Gardner: I got to say sir, he must have been wearing some really nice pants.
It's a perfect father-son movie, let me tell you. The relationship Chris shares with his son Christopher is something to be admired and lauded. The part where Christopher touches his dad's face and says, "You're a good papa" underlines this point. The last scene, where they say knock-knock jokes to each other, is especially touching.
This movie is about determination. It's about the will to succeed . It's about the underdog. It's about how a guy can overcome all odds and go on to be somebody, just because he knew he had it in himself. It's about belief - belief that you can do something with your life; belief that you can prove your detractors wrong; belief that you can make it on your own.
Chris Gardner says “Thomas Jefferson mentions the pursuit of happiness in the Declaration of Independence. Jefferson was right. Happiness is something which one can only pursue, and can never acquire. “ Happiness isn't meant to be got. It's like you reach out to grab something and yet it's not there anymore. People have their own goals, their own definitions of happiness. But once you get there, what then? Does that mean you can never be happy again? Does that mean you can stay happy forever? Happiness is a myth. There's nobody in the world who can ever be truly happy, unless you achieve what you want
Which is why, in my opinion, you should set short term goals. Once you reach them, you are one step closer to becoming happy. You move on to your next goal. And so on and so forth. After which, once you reach your long-term goal, there you have it. THAT's when you are truly happy.
I love this movie and I love cinema. The beauty of it is that you get to think things over and come to conclusions after the movie's done. I decided upon a few from this one, and you?
Let me start off by saying that it took me an age to figure out what book I should critique for this magazine. I finally managed to hit upon the right one. The One, I should say. (Credit to my friend who helped me choose the book)
So, what's this book all about you ask? Well, it's basically a chronicle of life lessons, a dying sociologist Morrie Schwartz gives his students, one of them in particular, the author Mitch Albom, who wrote this book in 1997.
Why is this book so good? There's no one or two reasons. It just is. It's one of the few books that can give you an immensely feel-good sensation right after you put it down. [Not to take anything away from the fact that Morrie is dying (no, this is not a spoiler, the author mentions it head-on)]. It teaches you valuable life lessons, and you really have to sit back and appreciate the thought process that has gone into writing such a book. It doesn't use impossible-to-understand words, no, rather it's a book about stuff which most of us would have known but not thought about. It welcomes the reader with arms wide open and coerces him into a period of introspection, which he will ultimately benefit a great deal from.
There are quite a few themes dealt with in this book. Acceptance, communication, love, values, openness, and happiness. Morrie describes to the author the importance of forging your own culture. "Be your own man", he says, which, frankly speaking, most of us don't want to be. As the DoCoMo advertisement goes, why follow the herd when you can "do the new". Unfortunately, that just doesn't happen. He also describes how he detaches himself from experience, which allows him to experience life more fully. He says that he fears death, yes, but once you know that you are dying, acceptance becomes inevitable.
Morrie Schwartz was a man to admire. He makes you think about various aspects, the various stages of life. Birth, school, college, university, work, marriage, children, and the end. It's a routine which most of us follow, and very few of us want to break away from. Why would you break away from something which has been already set in stone, right? Morrie teaches us to accept life as it comes, with a pinch of salt, and be what you want to be. Because at the end of it all, it's the happiness quotient that matters. If you aren't happy doing what you're doing, don't do it.
Tuesdays with Morrie was an amazing read for me. I dare say it will be the same for you.
R.I.P., Prof. Morrie Schwartz.
I remember sitting in the ELS interview, scratching my head and trying to find the answer to the question that this quizzer-senior-ex-ELS member (who subsequently became a good friend) had asked me – How did Coimbatore get its name? There was a smug expression on his face and being the interviewer, he had the power to utter those golden words – ‘YOU will get into the club, only if you answer this question’ (Trust me, many such questions will be tagged with the golden sentence, during the course of these interviews, that at the end of the interview, one ends up getting too used to gold, that one wants to listen to the platinum sentence). Being the hard-core-Coimbatore-lover that I am, I rebuked myself severely for having scratched my head a little too much that evening and for grinning wide to admit that I did not know the answer (And I got into the club, without answering this question, yes).
Coimbatore (a.k.a Kovai) was once a dense forest and amidst all those trees, it managed to house a small tribal group called the Irulas, who gradually started refurbishing the land. The Irula tribe was led by King Kovan and he christened his land ‘Kovanpudur’ (no, not Kovaipudur). The Kovan and the Pudur elements of the word became diluted and due to the British influence, the land came to be known as ‘Coimbatore’. During the period of the Cheras, Coimbatore was known as ‘Veera Kerala Nallur’ and it was also known as ‘Koniamanpudur’, because of the presence of the Koniamman temple. Doesn’t this make you want to go “What’s in a name?”
Coimbatore has been gracious enough to put up with me for 20 odd years and during this period of time, I have managed to befriend the city and lead a symbiotic relationship with it. This city has never been ‘the third largest city in South India’ or ‘the Manchester of South India’ for me. It has been the unfussy and simple city that lets you lead a much uncomplicated life (According to me, a city is very VERY important in determining the life that you lead). Coimbatore has faces to it, unlike a couple of cities that wear masks. While many metropolitan cities pant vehemently, this city takes some time out to breathe meditatively.
The tree laden curvaceous roads of Race course, the crowded bus stand in Ukkadam, the lustrous cross cut road, throbbing with the dynamic pulse that can so rarely be found in other parts of this city, the amiable Saibaba colony, the parallel silver-tongued Avinashi and Trichy roads, the harmonious lanes of Vadavalli furnish the city with naiveté, that can seldom be found in any other metropolitan city.
Through this column, I will attempt to capture scents (like that of Annapoorna’s mouthwatering sambar), sights (like that of neatly cut Krishna Sweets’ Mysore Pak, arranged homogeneously in a tray) and sounds (like that of the noisy crowd in Kannan departmental store, on a Saturday or a Sunday evening) of Coimbatore. Because they make me want to Celebrate Coimbatore !
“Earth is a clean and green planet!” say all our EVS
books. Unless we are talking about another planet named EARTH we are
just being ignorant of the condition our planet is currently in.
People! Wake up! We just have one planet and one life and we are
wasting both! The first 18 years of our life we take to “grow up”, the
next ten or so, to serve our needs and the rest to bring more money into our
pockets. Ultimately, we end up damaging our planet throughout our life time!
We take our planet and everything in it (including things which don’t
belong to us) for granted! Please do yourself a favour, come out of
your precious bubble and look around you. Then you will be able to see
how we have treated earth like one big dustbin. How many people
take it up as their duty to clean up our mess?
I am not going to list out the environmental issues and ways to solve
them! We get that everyday, be it the newspaper or television. Everyday
we get warnings about the bad state the world is in. Yet we choose to ignore it.
Look around you… Do you see the Earth of your dreams? Don’t you feel
like somebody punched you in the stomach when you see some responsible
citizens treat our roads their public restrooms? Well, let’s try and bring
back the earth our ancestors left us with. I am talking about the ages
before the war and nuclear weapons.
Thanks to us, Homo sapiens, we have a very huge hole in the ozone layer,
we reproduce too much too often that we are currently looking for
another planet to reproduce in and pollute.
For the people who loved Michael Jackson, did you know he was an active
member in more than 50 charity and environmental organizations? For
the people who don’t like him, “even he did so much”. I know in our busy schedule of endless tearjerkers and drama, of fighting for the silliest issues, our planet is the least of our
worries. Are we even doing anything about it? Veiled by indifference, are we even trying to look beyond the veil? We know our long list of problems
from racism to greed and sexual permissiveness and what not but how aware are we, about the planet that nourishes us? We leave it to the government and the other
dependable people to perform our duties. Why do we have to rely on the government to solve our
problems, when WE, yes WE are the government? Do we take pride over our nation?
Why can we not save our planet and bequeath a cleaner, greener Earth to the next generation? We have a beautiful planet and we ought to look after and take care of it.
What have I done you ask? I’ve tried to open your eyes to what’s out there. This is not something a single person can achieve, but humankind as a whole.
The doors slid open. An old woman hobbled out on a cane with a handle shaped like a vulture's beak, very similar to the one he'd wanted to buy at Hobbs' place. It cost quite a fortune for a little wooden stick. Anyway it's not as though he can't walk. At least now, it is not that bad as it used to be. He managed to get in just as the doors slid shut, thanks to the fat jerk with the hotdog with extra mustard in his hand. He raised a brow in frustration. That is all he did. Fate takes its toll on men. And apparently train travels too.
He went in and took the seat by the executive, who read the business magazine all the time. He never got what fascinated him so much. And he never tried to get it. He looked out the window. The grim walls of the tunnel passed by fast, in the opposite direction as fast as him. Had it been a little sign, he'd forgotten to interpret?
The train stops. He looks out expectantly, and there they were; the red-haired woman, with her equally red haired little girl. He couldn't help but smile. For a moment he forgot about his three missing teeth and grinned. The woman sat opposite to him with her girl. He had been waiting for the day he'd see them again. The day he'd hear the kid's surprised laugh whenever he pulled the penny trick on her (worked like a charm every single time), the day he'd have a peaceful chat with her again. He called out to the little girl.
"Hey kid. Remember me? "
The kid stared at him. She then turned to her mom
"Mommy I'm scared..."
She picked up her kid, cast him a look which wiped the grin off him, took her girl and went to the next bogey. She got down at Springfield Avenue, as she'd always done. She walked left after getting down as she always had done. He looked at them till the train started off again.
He sat there, head bent down, with a tear waiting to breach its boundaries. He looked up. There was the lady with the kid, sitting there opposite to him. The kid was looking misty eyed at the young man who pulled a penny out of her ear. They looked happy. The kid kept asking "Tell me how uncle J tell me tell me please pretty please?". "I'll tell you when you get older kid."
The young man vanished into mist along with the lady and the girl too. He was left staring into the window pane opposite him. A worn out face, scars right across the right cheek, a plastic cone where there should have been a nose, 3 teeth missing, a hat drawn low over the forehead to hide the scars that were there. But the eyes, they were still the same, the very same blue eyes which twinkled while pulling the penny out of the ear. He tore his eyes away from the pan and put his hand inside his pocket and pulled out a grimy penny. A wry smile was all he could manage.
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Four months earlier.
"See you tomorrow kid! "
"Bye uncle J!"
The woman smiled at him. He smiled back. They got off the train. He took his newspaper out and turned it to the comic section. Then it happened.
The train derailed. The first two compartments were badly damaged. Ten dead and 15 more injured. Jake Summers was one of them. With two metal rods through his face, missing the brain by an inch and half a compartment crushing his legs, he wished for death. It eluded him.
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"I thought you wanted to know. Uncle J would have told you now that you're older," He thought to himself. He placed the penny in seat no 14 the same seat he'd taken on that fateful day. His stop had come. He stepped out gingerly, adjusting his weight on the better foot. He walked away with his hat low over his face against the breeze. The train pulled away. He took the bus to work from the next day on.
Without doubt, the most essential ingredient for a perfect life is 'happiness'.
With a little bit of thought, any one who can understand the fancies of one's heart can conclude that happiness, whether you admit it or not, does come from possessions.
Regardless of what the self-proclaimed 'elite' few say, happiness doesn't come from helping others or charity or social good. Those deeds bring us satisfaction; and satisfaction is definitely not pure unadulterated happiness.
So, what are the possessions that can bring a person happiness?
Good food - Food is something that many of us can easily conjure an image of. Good food must be tasty, healthy, must not leave you gasping on your dining chair and definitely not on your toilet seat.
It must be tasty enough to put a smile on your face without the slightest of interference from your brain. It must be healthy enough to enable you to live for several years over which, you can consume more of the delightful mass. And last but not least, good food must be sentimentally pleasing.
Wealth, money and all that jazz - There are many ways in which people interpret wealth. Some call it their family, others think that wealth is their mental sanity and many think that wealth is anything that is worth money. To me, wealth is mostly the money you possess and a bit of everything else. At this point, you may raise your eyebrows with doubt or even contempt and might go to the extent of declaring me, a shameless narcissist. But, for a minute, think of how convoluted wealth would become if one confuses it with happiness. Family, generosity and everything else that one might choose to add to that list is far more than wealth. Wealth is quiet simply, happiness from abundance of richness. Nothing more and nothing less. However, happiness is something beyond. Though many affirm and reaffirm that 'money is not everything', it almost is everything.
Good looks ? - A happy person must look happy.
One's clothing must resonate the sense of happiness and joy that prevails in one's mind. The attire must feel comfortable and at the same time, must not immerse one's senses entirely in its vanity. To the onlookers, the attire must not scream of your happiness. It must rather melodiously sing it to their eyes. It must not make the onlookers jealous. But must make them appreciate it. It must make them smile.
One can have a potbelly or can be excessively puny and still be the happiest person in the world. It is not one's personal physical appearance that matters but the fact that the person is happy the way they are. Come to think of it, a lean Santa Clause wouldn't have been as much fun as the one with rosy cheeks and a big belly.
In short, one must know that given the way they look, they can go where they want, talk to who they want to and get what they want.
Professional life - Relaxation is meaning less without stress or strain. In fact, an over relaxing life can be rather cloy and boring. A person with the perfect life would be the one who has a high paying job as the technical or financial consultant of several multinational large-scale enterprises. Obviously, one must also have the intellectual and technical expertise and should be of impressive intelligence so as to sustain such a high paying job without the tensions of the job taking its toll on the person's mental and physical health.
Travelling - We must understand and accept that we see the world when we travel and it is this world that shapes our thoughts.
One's means of travel must be of the kind that shows a wholesome picture of the world; the good, the bad, the bitter truth and the comforting reality.
A perfect journey back home after a day's hard work would begin 40 stories high, above the towers of the city, in a lift that is walled by transparent glass and descends to a busy yet uncrowned street. From there, a short taxi ride to a private airport from where one is flown to a private island in a private jet. In the island, must be a fair distance between the landing strip and the mansion which must be covered in a fancy car with a thunderous engine and princely luxuries.
Lifestyle - Much unlike popular belief, the best house is not the biggest one. The best house is one that is filled with so many memories that to the one it belongs to, the house is alive; in other words, the house must be alive with memories. It must enjoy your happiness in times of prosperity and must give you the sense of comfort that there exists a place where one cannot be disturbed by the world. It must never be too small for one's dear and loved ones and must never be so big that one feels lonely in it.
It should have a private coastline (indeed a private island would) with lots of sun shine, clear blue skies and cool breeze.
Etc - The sense of satisfaction that comes from helping the needy is sublime. A person cannot be truly happy without knowing for sure that he or she makes others happy.
The feeling of having played an important role in the stage, is like the final brush strokes to a master piece.
'Happiness is real only when it is shared'.
The happy person must have happy friends and a happy family to share the joys of life with.
A family is a huge responsibility; but it is also the key to greater happiness that one can attain by living up to the responsibility.
These are the few things that are essential for a happy life. It might seem like it is a lot to ask for; however, no one is asking. These are more like a set of goals to live for.
After all, we only get one life.
Streaks of light split open a grey sky as the morning sun emerged from its hinterland hibernation. The monsoons were finally receding. The atmosphere was heavy and moisture hung in the air beclouding as much was possible of the garden. A young girl, with a little straw basket held slackly under her arms, was standing alone in the fog and was waiting patiently and eagerly for it to clear. The sight that she had been waiting for the past couple of weeks was about to unveil itself in front of her.
More clouds dispersed as the sun slowly rose over the horizon. When its rays finally reached the garden, the girl was found gaping in awe. Translucent, lissome, dew drops fell from a bright red and pink fusion of ripe litchis, that were hanging in enormous bunches crowned by dark green leaves. These lined both sides of the muddy lane that stretched out before her. It was a magnificent sight and the smell of the soil added the subtle spice to complete the experience.
This wasn’t new for Chutki. It was just the same as it had been for the past eight years, yet her initial enthusiasm remained ever as high.
Chutki lived next to a litchi garden. Her mother worked for the landlord of the area and she hadn’t seen her father in quite sometime. It was her morning job that made the eye of envy for the other children in the village; Chutki picked litchis.
Every single morning during the harvest season, Chutki woke up early and rushed to the garden and at stood at the very same spot to watch the mist clear. She ran along picking the ripe fruits from the trees. She happily went about through the hard, tiring routine. Most of the time she sang, and the other times she relished the ecstasy from a stolen litchi. She loved the garden. She’d spend entire afternoons, and even evenings at the garden, intoxicated by the fruits.
She would just sit there and smile and she would dream. She would dream of land beyond and life away from the garden. Many of her friends at school had moved to the city. She heard so many stories one day wished that she could go there. She wanted to learn about science and economics and about the rest of the world and she sang about that all day long.
(to be continued)
Winners do not do different things, they do
thing differently. This line is so often repeated that while saying it
has become the norm, the doing hasn’t yet taken form.
In our world of media savvy socio-political
hypocrisy, a little honesty is a far cry from reality. News is 90%
horsehide, 10% entertainment. No news reported is truly true, the
purpose is as our masters would want, no one would have a clue.
Imagine how the world would be if everyone spoke the truth? Not a
single lie told, just the truth, hard and cold.
Man claims to be the greatest of all animals
but in the world of money he is a natural born cannibal. Are we all no
more than cows (no offense to cows) to be told what to do by men with
less in their heads and moneybags for beds.
I refuse to be a conformer. I also refuse to be a role model.
Do it how you want to.
Think out of your own bottle. Man insults himself by making so many
rules but while laws are not obsolete man insists on living like
mules. Does no one have the courage to break free and live or will
anyone ever see beyond - more take than give?
Cynics among you will give me a catalogue
of people who took the path less travelled. They are the exceptions
who prove the rule: Take new paths and new glories will be unravelled.
Then there are “Wannabes” who really try to do
their own thing. That’s like David Beckham saying he’s Eric The King
(For the ignorant Eric ‘The King’ Cantona was the most arrogant and
gifted footballer to step on to the field. He was the best since
George Best, put defenders to the test and had the gall to say it all
and still be loved by the rest)
So here is my appeal to our future youth: ‘FICTION IN
TERMS OF STRANGENESS IS FAR ECLIPSED BY TRUTH’. Learn to be yourself.
Its vital to live as you. Someone has to break the eternal fear from
anything that’s new.
To those of you who haven’t noticed this is an article in
rhyme. Just shows that no genius is appreciated in his time.
During one of those meetings (brainstorming sessions, I would like to call them) that we ELS members huddle around for, there was a naissance (or rather a renaissance, because every single year, this idea keeps popping up in our heads, but it just wouldn’t materialize); the brainchild being the concept of a magazine/newspaper/someplace that can house our thoughts. All this happened about ten days back. We put our thinking caps on and began scribbling down whatever cropped up in our heads – short stories, reviews, articles and what not? Thoughts and e-mails were exchanged, sentences composed, words bombarded at anything clean and white, words slashed, characters conjured, pictures illustrated, colors splashed and everything was compressed into a 10 page long tabloid.
All this would not have been possible without a few people and I would like to thank them, for having nurtured the idea and for having nourished it. Our Principal Dr. R. Rudramoorthy, the Management and trustees of PSG College of Technology, our faculty advisors Mrs Chandrakanthi and Mrs Sasikalamani, the teaching staff of the English department and our dearest friends in ELS have been very encouraging and supportive during the process of compiling this tabloid.
If given an opportunity (and if I’m given space), I would write about every single individual in the editing team of the English Literary Society (ELS) and his/her contribution to this tabloid. But as I am typing this out under the watchful eyes of Ousepachn, who is responsible for formatting, I have to just mention the names of those who have bunked classes in order to ensure that we get this tabloid adorned and embellished. *drum rolls* Ousepachn, AKG, Hy Nitro, Adi G, Al, Ryan and Vasu (living beings) AND Ikru, Yoda and Orion (inanimate beings – our laptops), Thank you!
And this is the story of how What Else was born. What started off as a question has now become an answer. So.. What Else?
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