The Course of life
Every time I feel low, a writer starts budding in me. This obviously does not cheer me up but mitigates the feeling and loosens my threads of mental agony. Additionally it gives me a constructive pass time.
Every time I feel low, a writer starts budding in me. This obviously does not cheer me up but mitigates the feeling and loosens my threads of mental agony. Additionally it gives me a constructive pass time.
Onam, Kerala’s rice harvest festival, marks the homecoming of the mythical king, Mahabali. Students of IIM Kozhikode dressed up in golden bordered traditional Kerala sarees and mundus to celebrate Onam on Sunday, 7th September. The beauty of the celebration lay in its secular fabric where students from different parts of the country and also the Foreign Exchange students, united to rejoice with equal joy and verve.
The semifinals got off to a roaring start yesterday with a rollicking debate between IIM Lucknow and IIM Trichy. Read that debate here. It is now time to get the second semifinal underway. This one is a battle between North and East. IIFT Delhi and IIM Ranchi will exchange blows in the second semifinal.
Will Football overtake cricket in India?
The Indian tango with Football
Learnings and insights have a strange way of coming from the most random places and at the most random times. An insight came to me the last week from a sprained ankle. The last week I fell due to a general lack of eye-limb coordination and sprained my ankle rendering myself unable to walk. An X-ray followed to ensure that it is not a fracture-thankfully it wasn’t and I thought that my ordeal is nearly over. But as the next day dawned, I realised that the ordeal hasn’t even begun. Doing almost everything on my own became a challenge, but the biggest one was going to class.
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A word which boasts of a whopping twenty – seven different meanings in Merriam Webster‘s lexicon – a word which science has failed to bind within the geometrical constrains of the English language. The elusive word in context here is ‘TIME’ – an enigma in itself. My objective here is not to add to the existing list of definitions and hence, contribute to the confusion, but to analyse, perhaps visualize and eventually attempt to realize what time actually is. I solemnly confess that my approach is neither inspired by Hawkings’ perspective, nor is it Newtonian in method – but is rather oriented towards the Shakespearan, the Freudian, or maybe even the Kafkaesque. Philosophers & scientists both have understood and believed that time is stretchable – indeed, it stretches from the alpha to the omega. It stretches from the severing of the umbilical cord of a new-born to the time when he has his ‘time’ up in this mortal world – and in between, it encapsulate joy, sorrow, anger, jealously, sacrifice, love, and every other emotion humanly possible.