Quintessence

From morning alarms till late night calls  , from fight at bathroom door till missing the room keys... everything reminds me of infosys , mysore... the real place to be.... where sophisticated rooms and facilities , provided to trainees , makes them forget -they are just yet another color tag roaming in that beautiful campus. the word color tag , stayed a big pang inside our heart .... for every color tag had regular bag checks while entering GEC's while moving to multiplexes.. while leaving classes and while .... no that 's enough.... more  than enough.... Color tags.... red , dark blue , grey , white , orange , for the first time I hated colors in my life... We were all straining..., toiling & moiling day and night to get that ONE BLACK TAG !! That was the first time  , we worked for black...... something dark black always reminds me of dark, sorrow, and every other negative feel That was the day that taught us the re...

The newly bought salwar kameez , was as white as that dress that comes in tide advertisement. I appeared in front of mirror , and checked if it’s neat for the 8 th time . It was just 7 o clock, everyone in home was quite amazed on seeing me , get ready that early that day I took the scooty that I had washed for the first time , outside my house ,and carefully closed the compound gates with one hand . As I pressed the kick start button , it flied to the nearby bus stop and there , my college bus , painted in yellow color with one liner written on its top “ THINK BIG ” stood waiting . as I went towards it , I took me along with fellow mates ….  Like a vacuum cleaner sucking dust… For first time , I kept myself away from window seat for some specific reasons . The bus had a mélange of ppl . First years  , sophomores  and final year students like me… The latter alone kept themselves busy , dumping their heads onto some aptitude books , and glancing up on the GRE barro...

 Global Education Centre,Infosys, Mysore It has been days since I had written something , that’s  my real experience, May be I should write about something , I had faced here , experienced ,,,here …or adulated ……here May be About  the gurukul interview I attended @infosys ….. Or about the cute couples I admire in my class…… Or may be about the mother tongue influence I see  “Often“  here  J Something that makes me feel guilty , even if my pronounciation is right….. especially when it comes to say letters like “h”.. in html Ppl wonder whether they should call it  “etch ti  em yel “ ,,, like  calcutta guys Or “Hutch ti em el “ like a few southis over here  …. Whatever , there were days where we get clashed in this topic and had lots of fun….in this context…. Thanks to my cpy ,  for  bringing a few souls I never thought I’d meet..in my life … I must mention about a few friends I’ve met here …. More fr...

This poem got published in Infosys Magazine - " Anukriti " An empty lane An empty game.. I just walk like -another sane. Even stars are missing out at night escaping every moment from my sight.. Flowers are mesmerizing but not more than you... Trees are mollycoddling .... But not as you do..... 24X7 Food courts , Serving me with, -Delicious dosas -Mouth-watering melon juices..& -Sumptuous Salads.... Yet , I miss those Spicy foods, and hot egg curries, you made and spoon fed me... ”Once” I tap my head and cough like hell when I pour out extreme hot coffees straight to my mouth.. &get  myself hurt.. Yet, I walk with a smile towards my bay, reminding myself of those sweet days where, you made hot idlies , with your feathery hand,& and fed me, after carefully pooh pooh-ing them. And when I asked ,  ”Mom, Why you are pooh pooh ing  it???” You smiled back and said ,  ”Else the heat will hurt you d...