“Oh my God!!” Was the silent fumble from my mouth with my facial expressions hidden underneath as I looked across the screen of my laptop .I was half way through the movie “Schindler’s List ” . One of the most vicious dictatorships carried out by Nazis upon the Jews, I felt a moment of insecurity around me for an instance when the Nazi soldiers were ordered to forcefully vacant the homes of glorified Jews and throw them on streets. They executed them with a bullet in their head, raped women and hurt children at their own will and entertainment. It was a life made hell for them. They were snatched of all riches and were thrown to live into the abandoned room also dwelt by dozens of other Jews at one place. They were enforced slavery and all that they had to do was perspire blood all the day in factory and if they didn’t as per their expectations they were assassinated. The brightest of the bright talented Jews had lost their life ambi...
Shruthi Iyer is the guest blogger today . Its her article . She is studying pharma and loves to sing . She can be reached at shruthi2612@yahoo.co.in It was the night before our management exam . Malavika (my friend) and I were lying on the couch surrounded by a sea of notes, when we started talking. Yeah, yeah we should have been studying, judge all you want people, but at 1a.m. in the morning all those concepts of marketing and finance just seem to fuse into one big blob of nonsense. Anyway, we were discussing about the recent brutal rape of the five year old girl in Delhi and we stumbled upon a few interesting thoughts. Now now, all those people who dismissed this article as yet another preachy write up ten seconds ago, refer back to the title please; it says ‘questions’, and unless ‘questions’ means preaching in Hebrew, you can still read this article with an open mind. In a moment of pure brilliance Malavika said that night, “A part of our population i...
Finally became an engineer today . But if you ask me to write a program I learnt in my first year, I give you a strong guarantee that I will disappoint you. My grandmother dreamt of all her grandsons becoming an engineer because she used to see engineers of her time striding in khaki clothes, eyes covered with gold specs and little boys in underwear running behind their ambassador car whenever they passed along the lane. A bungalow, a car and servants were the assets they possessed. But little did my innocent grandmother know that time changes and folds off everything. The dream passed down and reached us. We were expected to be engineers and we did, under the emotional approach that we can’t let down our parents. The programs, electronic mesh diagrams and the mathematical concepts pushed my brain limits to hell. The day had finally dawned after so many years. Time is a relative concept and you don’t have to learn it. We just feel it when four years seem li...
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