Blunders of the past

Firstly I am so sorry for the last post. I myself find it to be so incoherently written. Some of the lines which had to be explained further was just bluntly written. I never intended to do so. But you do know about my skills with a touch screen mobile. So Red Handed here's the clarification for the blogging lingo. Of course every blogger has his or her own way of writing. But a common thing is that may be because most of us want even a layman to understand it, we keep it simple. Or so to say there's a certain tone to how a blog is written. Certainly not a "professional" way. That's what I intended when I wrote the word lingo. And yes television, in the past it was either entirely conversational or entirely narrative. Taking a midway seemed so synchronous with the blogs.


Phew. . So what's making news these days. Well of course AAP is there. Their u-turn is certainly hitting the headlines. Thanks to FB, I am reasonably well informed of the current affairs if not all. Particularly since I have distanced myself from TV and newspaper. Well of course like many others I was also all in for AAP in the beginning but these days ahem ...

But of course we are not here to talk about AAP's blunders. Instead its all about me. For the past few days I have been trying to recollect and sort out incidents from the past. After chotti communi grew up.

There was a certain period in my life where in I was really dumb. Schooling marks the beginning of that era. I was not that academically weak. But I never wanted to understand why we were studying what we were supposed to.

1. Our principal once came in to our school to fill in our SUPW hour. He considered himself to be a math-genius or was he? Whatever. So he started explaining about REAL NUMBERS. "so what's the real purpose of these real numbers? Why do we use them? " he asked. A very valid question... Being a shorty I was always placed in the front row. And because of that insecurity I always used to be heads down, a very successful way of escaping teachers questions. But this time I was being poked by Vinod. And when I lifted my head, I saw our principal's fingers pointing me. Damn it. " To completely represent the number line" , I said. Ha ha ha.... He laughed," that's so similar to saying that you buy potatoes to put them in your pocket". The whole class laughed. To this day I don't know the answer to the question because at that moment I was just thinking about how my classmates would tease me after the class.

2. The principal was so pathetically addicted to maths. So when our 10th classes began, we were sorted into three sections, purely on the basis of maths scores, for a maths class during the assembly time. Now of all the people, I got into the first batch where our princi thought were our future IITians. So one day we were given a test paper IIT standard wala. One problem was solved stepwise and our question was to write whether the steps were correct or incorrect. We were supposed to explain why those "steps" were taken and yours truly wrote

Step 1:__________ correct
Step 2: __________ correct
Step 3:__________ correct
Step 4:__________ the final answer is correct.

3. KV has its summer vacation during May and June. Eventhough June was not "summer" in kerala, it meant that I was never able to celebrate my bday at school. I could never wear a new bday dress to school or distribute chocolates to my classmates. Even in the college june was exam time. But S8 we had classes in June and I wanted to celebrate my bday elaborately. But cash was limited. So I just bought munch for the girls alone. Somehow the boys also came to know about it. Next day morning I saw "is this the way to celebrate a bday" on the blackboard. Lesson learned if you can't do smething secretly don't do it.

4. Farewell party. I was never a famous girl. So I was highly surprised when the guy compering called upon me to emote actor Suresh Gopi. His famous dialogue pa pulle... Ormayundo ee mugham. Two other girls did it decently well and left the stage. My first phrase pa pulle was heavily applauded. I got excited. But then I always had this stage fright which made me say ormayundo ee megham.....*pore pooram*

5. Eventhough I know that I am not a bad singer, I don't even hum in public. The problem is that I have lyricsforgottophobia. Simply I forget them. But during one lazy afternoon at office, "emotional atyachar" stung my tongue. I just couldn't get it off. Things went off guard when I was walking to other end of the hall and I was singing literally loudly. Almost everyone in the hall stood up.

 Well I see that its already a long post.*yawns* . Blunders haven't ended but I am winding up for now.

P.S. :- What I have learned is I can only ask Ananya to understand what she studies in future not force her. If she can't who else to blame for the rotten DNA passed on.

P.S.S.:- The principal in the stories above is no more. He passed away few years back but not before he got his share of irutadi (literally he was beaten up in the dark)from his students' parents. Even after his death, I still cannot sympathise over him. He was such a terror back then. Ironically his was a punishment transfer to our school.

P.S.S.:- Mallus....please watch Drishyam. I haven't recommended a film in a long time. But this one's awesome.

Another 10th December

December 10, 2010

I try and try
Not to cry
Not today atleast

Think it was yesterday
I enjoyed every bit of everyday

There's no rush at 8
To catch the bus that was never late
Nobody to pull my blanket
Nobody asking me for treat to clear my wallet
I try and try
Not to cry
Not today atleast

I may have more birthdays to come
Myself drenched in soap and lather, will I have seldom
I might have all the cakes I ask for
But not the one we friends used to fight for
I try and try
Not to cry
Not today atleast

We might plan lots of trips
Would it be any good as the late night walk in the campus under the lamps
I might be wearing new dresses everyday
Will it make it up to the t-shirt of a friend on every friday
I try and try
Not to cry
Not today atleast

There won't be any deadlines for codes
Wearing the dupatta masks, I wouldn't be crossing those roads
I won't have a hostel room to go to
Where I'll have a bunch of friends to talk to
I try and try
Not to cry
Not today atleast

I don't have to go to ATMs
To take out the last of hundreds
To recharge my mobile
Because we had to finish our fight on who will call who for a while
I try and try
Not to cry
Not today atleast

There won't be anymore holi
Or playing daandiya just for jolly
We won't be dancing with our RM
Just because the DJ was playing songs awesome
I try and try
Not to cry
Not today atleast

We won't be fighting anymore over the tour to Wonderla
Who says we didn't have a gala
We won't be running anymore marathons
To get the certificates and pose for the mobile phones
I try and try
Not to cry
Not today atleast

Good times are past me
Realisation dawns only later on me
If my thoughts are all right
I die only as a Satyamite

P.S. :- Again a 10th Dec. 3yrs have past after the first day at job. Today maybe Satyam doesn't exist. May be I don't belong to its new form. But each of us still have the same sense of belonging to Satyam. I don't remember any of my friends from other companies updating about their service anniversary. We do it even when most of us don't belong to Satyam

"Another Dec 10th. One more day to remember those golden days we spent with satyam. Happy Service Anniversary to all satyam Pals.Still when i remember those smiles, tears keep rolling down my face.Miss u all.." - Jibu

"Today is a very memorable day in my life since it was dis day 3 yrs ago whn wid dreams and hopes in my eyes tht I startd my journey wid Satyam,it still continues wid Mahindra Satyam :) :) :)" - Vishu

"My 3rd Service Anniversary today....Satyam sivam sundaram.." - SK

"Congrats to all ELTP 865 - 867
Today we all completed 3 yrs of experience..
Was the most memorable journey so far..." - Sanket

 And yours truly wrote

"Another 10th Dec... A day associated with hopes, aspirations, friendship, love, joy, tension, dreams, tragedies, tears, fun...Thanks to all. Missing all you guys!!! Terribly!!!"

 P.S.S. :- Why is that I can't control my tears.

P.S.S.S :- Its my first take on poems and rhyming is the last of the skills I have.

Must reads and some thank-yous

I am not sure why it happens everytime. This starting trouble. Everytime when I start a new post, I have this difficulty in how to start the post. Many a times, I come up with so much irrelevant things to cover up my starting trouble. And only if you could sit with me while I am typing, would you understand how much I have typed-and-retyped this first portion of my post. I am a firm believer of "Practice makes perfect" and hope someday I would write like Pattar or Sid. To the point. But more than anything else, I would love to have Obamamol's head. I have already told you about her creativity, her innovation in spinning stories from a simple and irrelevant incident. You could read that and more over here. You must read her poem also, that she wrote while we were all attending a session on DotNet 3.5. It was a desparate move to get rid of the boredom in the class. Actually, you won't find anything related to software interesting when it is being taught. And poem reminds me, a few days back I saw this movie of Drew Barrymoore, Never Been Kissed, and in that, the word "Poem" was pronounced as if it were "Pome". Is it the actual way of pronouncing it ? or is it just another American accent, which we usually dont care. The only thing I adapted from the American English is the usage of 's' instead of 'z' in words like civilis(z)ation. That was one correction I was totally used to at school, since we are asked to follow the British English.


Anyways this discussion of accent isn't going anywhere. So, what I intend to do here is to have a thanks giving post. A post dedicated to all my friends, who are the air and soul of my blog. First the title credits. Its Pattar who suggested me the title of the blog. Then, I wasn't even aware that such a word existed (As if I know everything now). But it suites. If I had been at any point of my life a little focussed, I would have reached somewhere. Next to Ammini, Obamamol for naming us, hostelmates. If not for these names, I couldn't have written a word about them. The only problem was the frequency with which we were being renamed. I couldn't cope up with this, so i sticked to the names in my first post. Ammini, Blore and me were the one who started with the Trimurthy mails. Those mails are a real inspiration for this blog. Obamamol. I need her brains, man.


Thanks. Blore for her rendezvous with RB which made it to my blog. One info that I haven't ever shared about her is that Blore is a walking and talking film encyclopedia.And if you are playing dumsharat with her, better be in her team. Koratty for her wit. You can expect her step to fame "Laigayude kathakaari" in this space soon. Aanakutty and Appimol for giving me the idea to write about us in my blog which would otherwise have been so stale. Tudy for her special fun moments. For Tudy's manjurani and reetha episode, please do read Obamamol's blog. AN, Donimol, Binu, Sharath and Tuttudu for being my victims. And Sharath, sorry. For writing your real name. I am not an expert at naming you know. Or rather, you can take this as a credit da, the only person to have been referred with his real name my blog. AM, Lallu, Ramettan, Colonel also. For giving memories of a lifetime. I also thank others like our thief, SS and RB who had made active contribution to my blog eventhough they are unaware of this. And they better be. For more than 1 reason.


There aren't enough words to thank you guys for making my life so eventful and special. Anyways, I will miss you all guys.

What I do these days

These days I am more or like Lallu. I take leave from my house to come to office. Its been almost two months that I spent a weekend in Bangalore. The person to suffer is ofcourse Blore. She spent the weekends alone in our room. While I spent my days under the hot sun in Palakkad. Palakkad, by the way is my hometown. A very beautiful district in Kerala, although its famous for its hot climate and dry winds. The advantage I found having grown up there is that I can survive in most of the hot and humid places in India.

The reason why I go to Pkd often is my PSC tests. For those who don't even know the full form of PSC, it is Public Service Commission, which helps you get Govt. jobs. By the year end, or before I am sacked my job, I have been asked to earn a Govt. job by my father. I have been writing quite a few exams of late. Right from those post which needs Graduation as qualification to those which just need 7th standard qualification. Hmmm. I have no other go but to write them. Atleast that is what I can do for my father's wishes. Coming back. All my weekends are spent there at Palakkad only. The place I was born and brought up. I have a lot to write about the place and the way I fight with my fellow batchmates. Things I have to do as a true Palakkadian. But as of now, my agenda is to write about two stories (facts, whichever way you want to take it). I have a time constraint for these stories. One story is about AN aka Chalu Raja, which has become dated. So before anyone questions about the validity of the story let me unfurl the event which happened long in May 2008 when AN and Sharath travelled with Binu and Donymol.

How AN got biriyani from Donymol mother???

It was the first time we were going home after training. So we, ordinary employees, decided to travel through train and bus. Since AN and Sharath were not ordinary, they decided to reach home by FLIGHT. (OMG!). But what is there in travelling without some glamour. But all their effort went in vain when none of our girl batchmates were convinced by them. Atlast, Binu and Donymol came to their rescue. They showed some sympathy over AN and Sharath. Like they had planned, they travelled in style in cabs to the airport and then boarded the flight. But when they got the tickets, AN and Sharath had a huge dilemma. The flight was a 3 seater and one of them would have to sit in another row. Since it was inappropriate to make any of the girls to sit alone, AN decided to sacrifice. (AN would have never ever dreamt of this situation or never ever want such a thing to happen to him again). So Sharath became the king of the hour, seated in between the two young and beautiful girls(Any smoking stomachs over there?). An hour later when AN decided to have a check on these friends of his, he was shocked to see the sight. All three of them had opened some packets of snacks and had ate them, totally neglecting a friend who was seated just a row away. Well, I guess, AN will never forgive Sharath, Binu and Donymol for that. And when they landed in the great Nedumbassery Airport, everyone's parents except for AN's had come to recieve them. Binu and Sharath didn't even bother to bid bye to AN. After all the efforts taken by AN to arrange this trip, AN never expected Sharath to leave him halfway. Atleast he could have said bye. Or atleast a sorry for AN not getting seated together. Nothing. You really dont want this to happen to you. But for AN, it was Donymol's mother who was the angel. She pomptuously asked AN to travel along with them in the car to the Ernakulam Town.
While in the car, AN was going on and on with what happened in the flight. Particularly about the snacks they had brought along. What he actually was trying to was to hint Donymol's mother that he actually was hungry and needed food. So Donymol's mother drove the car to a hotel. And that is where AN finally had some food.
(P.S. :- After all these days, almost 7-8 months after this incident, AN still remembers the exact sequence of events and that was the point of inspiration for me to write the story here. Anyways atleast now you could imagine the sad status of AN when he was deprived of both food and enjoyment. After this incident, AN start getting glimpses of Asin in Donymol, courtesy the biriyani given by Donymol's mother).

AAMIR following the footsteps of Tuttudu

This is an awe-inspiring story, a moral which every Indian should follow. And when the great Indian Actor, Aamir Khan, heard this story, he decided to promote it and made an AD over it. Tuttudu is feeling so grateful. He, who had been a simple but ardent fan of Aamir Khan had never thought that Aamir would follow his footsteps. Things began when Tuttudu decided that it was enough of with staying in Bangalore and he desperately needed a vacation. So he went to his hometown and stayed there for a week. While returning, he thought "since it is not a long journey, let me take the day train- Intercity Express". Since Intercity doesn't go through Pathanamthitta, he came to Ernakulam to board the train. (Oops. None of the train, in my knowledge, goes through Pathanamthitta. It is such a big city, you know. Trains and stations don't fit in there).
Even though Tuttudu was not so excited about coming back to Bangalore, to the boredom in office, he had no other go. He had reserved for a berth ( In these cost-cutting times, I only reserve for seat. But so great of him to only travel in Berths). The journey was going on uneventful, when suddenly a Parippuvada seller came. Tuttudu was seated in the window seat. When the P.seller passed him to next coup, he heard some American accented English asking about this Parippuvada. Excited Tuttudu peeped into the next coup, to find an American women sitting there. The P.seller told the lady that Parippuvada costs some Rs. 30, while it doesnt even, in actual, costs Rs. 10. Tuttudu thought,"How dare he do this to a valuable Tourist of India. If it continues what will happen to their impression of our country? What will happen to future tourism in India?" . All the queries stormed in his brain. So he decided to step into the situation. He went on to question the P.seller. But the Tuttudu arguments went in vain and was not able to win over the P.seller. As a saying goes in Malayalam, Tuttudu tied his tail and went to his seat.

When Koratty heard this incident, she spread rumours about Tuttudu. She wrote mails to Chechi and Chetan, that this was an act , or rather a show-off, to get into an Onsite project.(Well, for those software illiterate people, onsite is the software jargon for Abroad). And that his first attempt of learning Japanese had failed miserably and this was yet another attempt from his side. The reactions from Chechi and Chetan were mixed. While one was supporting, the other went on to tease him. But there was one person who really understood the emotional trauma that Tuttudu had gone through. It was none other than our beloved Aamir Khan. He decided to act in this regard. He made an Ad in which some roadside romeos tease Tourists and Aamir Khan comes and rescue them and also spread the message to protect the tourists across the nation. Wow! Isnt it great? Of Tuttudu too?

P.S. :- I started writing this post long back, but couldn't finish because of the terrible work I have here. Coding, Stored procedures, etc. etc. Anyways days passed, even A R R and Resul Pookutty got Oscars. Its only a few, just about 53K people who are still wondering what will happen in our future. Lets hope good thing happens to us too.

While I Pen Down My Year- Habsiguda Dreams (Dedicated To Lallu And AM)

I have been slow on blogging for a few days, bcoz I found no topics around me that much interesting. While my problem was finding good topics, but our Obamamol had no problem in creating new and baseless stories. You can read more of such stories in kelly's life. One thing that makes me awe her is her creativity, the pace at which she creates stories and link-ups. If only I were her, my blog wouldn't have been so stale.

Its the year end and I am going home for christmas and so here are the few days I get to bid bye officially (in my blog) to 2008. Even though I will back on 30th, but party-sharty karne ka time hai... blogging ka nahi. And this is a year and not just a day or a week to bid bye in just one blog. This is the year when I had transformed totally from a student to a professional, when I earned money and gave my first salary to my parents with great pride, when I was benched with my talent, when I started blogging, when I made friends for a lifetime and a year when my dreams became sky-high.

I travelled through the limits of Hyderabad. Stayed in atleast 3 places there. Hanged out in most of the possible places in Hyd. And then ofcourse, we came to Bangalore and doing shopping every weekend(ofcourse it is a credit card shopping, who got the money to shop in debit). I think I am in the making of a shopaholic.

The golden era of our Hyderabad life started of at Habsiguda. Even though most of our batchmates were staying at Paigah Colony, we five of us found this hostel which was very close to our training centre. Me, Blore, Aanakutty, Lallu and AM. AM was our collegemate (whom I had never seen at college) and Lallu belongs to my hometown. Lallu was in her post wedding days and was a lady "devdas" of being separate from her husband. But nonetheless, she was not a married girl who would always be in phone and won't enjoy with us. We never had the feeling that she was married and not "free " as we are. Most of the boys in batch including Paachu fell in love with her at first sight , they were so dissappointed when they came to know about her marriage.

I won't ever believe that AM is a grown up girl. Everyone in her batch compares her with the character of Revathy in Kilukkam. She fells flat when she sees chicken (Poricha kozhide manam!!!!!!!!!). The best part of our stay at Habsiguda was that we never had any problem in adjusting with anyone. We just blended with each other like coffee powder in hot water(Sorry Guys, I didn't get any other anomaly). The Secuderabad city was atleast half an hour from Habsiguda, but we managed to go there most of the weekends. Thats where I learned the abcd of shopping, General bazaar being our usual destiny.

Even movies were something everyone loved. Me and Lallu used to watch movies in her lappy. She has a good collection of dvds with her. We loved to dine at Suruchi, have snacks from Baker's Chariot. Last year we celebrated Christmas and New Year by buying cake from Bakers. It will be one of the most remembered New Year parties in my life. We threw cake over each other and danced all night with other hostelmates. Really a golden day of my life. :-)

When we moved from Habsiguda to Dorms,we five were in five different rooms, but still we were inseparable. We used to get together very evening to have dinner and then sit in front of the reception discussing different things. More than we knew about our batch, we knew what happened that day in Java batch(Lallu and AM were trained in Java, we 3 in dotnet), what all PJs were told that day and so on. We used to have a round table conference. Colonel, Tuttu and Ramettan also used to be there. I remember when one day Colonel had 3 rounds of meal in dinner during that conference, 1.when he came alone, 2. when we 3 came and 3. when Lallu and AM came to cafeteria.

I still remember the day when we made Deeps tease Colonel by making her sing "Pavizhamalli Poothulanja..."(Deeps is from N.India, so doesn't know Malayalam). Also we assigned more than two boys to a girl or its better to say, more than two boys were interested in the same girl. Colonel was after a girl who looked too gud, but for her smile. And then he again got hooked up with someone in Gym. Thats how he also became known as "Gymman".

:-) Those used to be the "THE DAYS". All I wish is to live those days once more. There are so many things to write about the year and the life in hyderabad. Watch out for more.

Anniversary Thoughts

Finally we made it. Its been one year in the company. How we managed it is a different story all together. But nonetheless, it is an occasion to remember, to have fun and also to lookback and relish the memories created so far. Here, I am going to tell a story of a girl, story of her dreams and aspirations, a story of transformation.

She was very happy, on 1st Dec, when she boarded the train with her parents and families of two of her friends at college. It was quite unclear to her, not even the station where she had to get down. She just had a slight clue that that day atleast 30 of her to-be-batchmates had boarded the train. But she didn't know anyone, nor did her friends. Although there were communities in Orkut through which she could have known others in the train, she hadn't cared much for that. As a bunch of boys passed her, she remembered a face from whom she had got a friend request at the last moment. It was AN(Now better to call him Chalu Raja). She walked upto him and talked to him. She was introduced to others in the gang. That was the first day.

The following days were filled with more excitment, as she and her friends and their families went for a tour of Hyderabad and Secunderabad. She found the place to be homely one and was able to relate to the city very easily. Eventhough she had been once to city, things now where quite different. She was destined to stay here for sometime, atleast for some months. A little tension of leaving her parents for the first time was also haunting her. But she consoled herself, for it was this life that she always dreamt of.

On 6 Dec, she was asked to report to an office in the city, where she came to know that they will be taken to the HQ of the company which 20 kms away from the city. It was no less like a "Bidaai", when all the parents, particularly mothers, (of girls) shed their tears (well, that is a little exaggeration) when all of them boarded different buses. After a long hour, they finally reached the HQ. She stood with her mouth wide open at the first glance of the conference hall. She was really skeptical about walking over the neatly polished marble floor, lest she should slip.

Guys and Gals from all parts of India were going to be her batchmates. She had never thought of this before. Nor she was aware of the vastness of the company she was going to join. But much to her astonishment, there was only a small welcome message said and they were bestowed a big flat file with loads of papers to be filled in. Thanks to all those papers, at the end of the day when all the formalities were finished, she could'nt even recognise her signature anymore.

That was not the end. 2 days later, they had an exam over the topics they would be taught during the training. It was like latin and american for our young girl, who was not from a CS background. All that she knew about the machine called Computer was that she can operate it on a fine day.

Along came the Induction Day of 10 Dec, They were made to play games, do requirement gathering, logo making. It was a quite different affair from what she had thought initially. By the end of the day she had made some new friends. She was also introduced to some friends-of-friends and so on. And she knew it was just a beginning.

Hyderabad was very similar to any north Indian city. It had its own rich culture. And anyone could survive in Hyderabad if she or he knows Hindi. Thus, our girl was able to improve her long-forgotten Hindi. Hyderabad became even more enjoyable because of her roommates. It was like, they were always meant to be friends. Each one of them enjoyed food and our girl even got a company in seeing movies, of her favourite genre, in her roommate. A few days into training, she found herself in easy conversation with every of her batchmate. Eventhough the initial OLAs and tests had made her nervous, later she got used to it. And she started to enjoy the training. One little fact, once told by her school friend, that "training period is going to be one wonderful period of your career life, never miss chance in it, enjoy it to the max". She always remembered that.

They were given enough chances to enjoyment also. Outbound brought the childishness and sportmanship in everyone, and they were also asked to explore their other talents in Spotlight like singing, dancing and acting.

During the course, her language changed from English to C#(read as C Sharp). To her the word "foreign" doesn't exist anymore, it is onsite. And MCP was no longer Male Chauvinist Pig but Microsoft Certified Professional. She Frequently used the terms OLA, KT etc eventhough she never thought about asking anyone about the expansion.

When the training was completed, she thought it was the end of the great friendship that she shared with every of her batchmate. But it was not to be. She was "benched" and that too for more than 9 months. She completed 1 year, not doing any project, actually not doing anything. It really sucks. But for the friends she is always surrounded with, it was really sucking. For a change, she shifted from Hyderabad to Bangalore, only to find that it is the same there also.

Guys, this is the story with a colorful start and not-so-colorful ending. I mean, this story is not ending at all. This is a continuing story. This is what happens to every girl in this field. You are "TRAINED AND BENCHED" (Courtesy : A friend of mine whose name in Orkut read the same).

Recession Ahead

When I first heard the word "LAY OFF", I didn't think that as a subsitute word of sacking. Similarly I learned a few more new words like Pink Slip (a cool phrase for the letter you get when you are thrown out of job), PIP (an abbreviation for performance improvement program....which means "U R DONE....u get, may be, a weeks time!") and the best word so far...RECESSION(that means the market is down, u gonna loose your job, high inflation etc etc).


It is said that India will be one country which will be slightly protected from recession (whatever the reason may be), with half the working population under a lay off threat, I hardly can believe that statement.

What Recession means to me??

I won't be doing any credit card shopping, i won't be taking any bank loans....Not because I have been advised by so many fwdd mails, but am not sure of repaying them...incase I no longer have a job. For me, it doesn't really matter as to how the economy is going up or down, all I can understand is my job is at stake. But the problem with me is that I have no other option but for this job.

I never aspired to be a Software Engineer except for one situation (infact a game..) when I was asked to think of 5 professions where I could be possible in. Regardless of whatever I thought in the past, I am what I am now. Getting into the industry is one of the easiest thing in the world, but to be in the field with the same vigour and enthu is something like Mission Impossible. Particularly, in the time of recession, everyone is regretting their decision of choosing software instead of what they studied in Engineering.


But not me...Apart from the big reason that I had no other option(I wasn't offered any other job after graduation). It was really a hardship to get through engineering. Actually I am so thankful to my University and all those teachers(Gods and Godesses) who evaluated my test sheets for making me pass everytime. I used to have atleast 2 papers each semester where I would get 40 percent which actually means that they have moderated marks to make me pass those papers :-)

And that is how I managed to attend almost all the campus interviews and finally I got through to my Company. Whatever it is I am happy for whatever I am earning now and also for the work I am not doing here everyday. And if I do loose the job that would mean that my Company gonna miss some real "coding talent".