Rana Pratap on a Bajaj Chetak-part 1

I’ve been in college for exactly 78 hours. I arrived here a day late cos I was on vacation. No, not the 30-60 odd day discontinuity from the college-hostel-college continuum that has become so routine and boring. It was a discontinuity from the beach-sitathome-party every wednesday night-home-beach continuum which I usually have to endure when I’m in the former George town. For the first time in like a million years, I went on a vacation with my family(minus the patriarch cos he’s busy getting poor souls to ram electric poles into fields of poorer farmers in west India). So it was me, the elder imbecile sibling, and the mummy, along with an aunt and a pesky brat cousin.

Rewind.

It all started with my mom suggesting that we go to Sikkim and/or Darjeeling on a holiday. And since for the rest of the country, North-east/”Nepal”= Insurgency/Maoists, relatives urged us to look at other options as they were “concerned about our well being.” I personally wouldn’t have minded kissing the clouds in Gangtok, but you can’t disobey a grandfather’s orders in the hep city of Chennai. So we decided on the closest thing to a Himalayan wonder- the Thar desert.

The next thing to do was to find a good package. Makemytrip seemed like a good place to do it in. So we call and talk to a chick in their call centre who thought it was cool to intersperse words like “theek hai” and “ho jaayega sir” among other words which have been accepted in Indian English, even when fully knowing that she was talking to probably Hindi challenged Madrasis. As her name was ****inder*, I had to resist the urge to use the few words in Pnjabi that I had picked up from Rang De Basanti(think- sister day, followed by the last name of Jackie Chan’s partner in the Rush hour series).

*name changed for security reasons

Anyway, she promised us “3 star hotels or equivalent” for our entire stay. And the entire cost of the package for five people came to ****************_

_ amount changed as my mom tells me not to talk money matters to strangers. And I couldn’t use a * here, hence the _

We also booked our flight tickets with the afore mentioned tuckers, and soon we were being served breakfast@ Rs.150 by not so well endowed plain janes in spice jet, which included a bhej sandwich and a slice of “cake” from Bangalore Iyengar bakery. Anyway the flight arrived ten minutes early in pink city, so I won’t complain too much.

We then proceeded to find our allotted driver, who stood at the arrival lounge with a placard having our names(all wonderfully misspelt), grinning from ear to ear, each of which was predictably pierced in true Rajput style.

Proceed to pick up aforementioned aunt and her offspring. Nothing eventful happened, and we went on to hotel.

Ahh the 3 star or “equivalent.” Not exactly, but it said heritage hotel on the outside, so I guessed they could be excused. Turned out Rajasthani heritage was painted white walls, 2 sofas, a double bed, and a nightstand bought from furniturewala, a 1995 Onida TV, and Oh, a reproduction of a painting of Sawai Jai Singh, which looked like it had been cut out of a calender and framed. That took care of the heritage part I guess.It wasn’t too bad a place and service was decent. But mmt needed some lessons on what exactly was ***.

Anyway, Jaipur was pretty good. The women went to shops and bought nothing, the 2 men(c’est moi und mein brudder- call centre officials aren’t the only ones who have a right to mix up languages) got themselves some “curt-aahs” as the Scripps spelling bee pronouncer would call it.

The Mango beer fort was nothing short of amazing, and the Jaigad fort was very repetitive. The air around Hawa Mahal stinks, and the Birla Mandir was the best I’ve seen anywhere in the country. Maybe that’s cos the illustrous family is from Rajasthan. And oh, if there are any southies out there who think the Birlas have a unique style of building temples(like I did), think again. All temples in Rajasthan are built that way, only these guys go overboard with the marble. but it was the Jantar Mantar which really took my fancy. It’s one of those “India was such a great country with such brilliant people back then. Look at us now” moments. I only wished I had visited the place when I was around 14. Might’ve helped me score a coupla marks more in Science in the boards.

City palace was another “waaw watay wunderpull palace” place, with guides plaguing you till you finally give in, and charge you what a breakfast in Spicejet would cost you, only for walking around and reading the placards placed in front of each exhibit.

We left Jaipur after spending 2 days, 2 nights, as per itenary, and went onward to Jodhpur. Nothing happened unless you count that the slacks my cousin bought at the local bazaar for the price of 1.4*10^2 were “gasp I cant breathe” tight, so she demanded we book a hotel room in the highway so she could change and come out. Kids these days(she’s an 18 yr old neonate), so adorable. Everyone including the driver lauded her brilliance.

Watch out for part 2. The real story of Sallu in the forests near Jodhpur will soon be revealed by yours truly muhahahahaha.

Drive like a dick-you’ll drop down like one too

A guy I know but am not too close to thinks he’s the next Rossi.And he’s slightly on the retarded(sorry if that’s politically incorrect) side as well.
I heard from a friend that he met with an accident a couple of days back.I wasn’t too surprised, considering the way he drives.Seems he was drop-dead-anytime-drunk and driving his bike in the outskirts of Manipal.
Obviously a person’s judgement is impaired when in the influence of alcohol, but you’ll be surprised…
He saw a stationary truck, and thought he’d do a Mission Impossible(drop sideways and slide down from underneath it!) and show off to his girl in Delhi the next day.
Well,he partially managed to slide it.Only he wasn’t on it when it did.He fell off and the bike got stuck under there.One mad truck driver,a face which now has skin between bruises and umpteen number of stitches later,he’s now in Delhi to show his girlfriend his booboos cos he isn’t in a position to attend classes.
When I heard this, I wasn’t like “is he ok?” I was more like “what a SOB! he got what he deserved.” Call me a bad person if you like. Like the Chennai Police’s campaign against drunken driving says- Devdas never drove.

A random post about nearly everything

This post is about nothing in particular, and yet it’s about everything I’m thinking about currently.I’m gonna try to tag people and get them to do the same thing.Let the words just flow.Random shit, totally incoherent, and yet, has to be fun to read.Here goes…

I hate BSNL’s caller tune concept.You pay to let your callers listen to a song you like when they call you, and in all probability, a normal person who isn’t busy picks his phone up in 2 or 3 rings, so you aren’t going to hear much of it anyway.My mom has a BSNL connection.Everytime I call her, I get this “Tring Tring(rings twice first) indha paatu ungalukkku pudichurindha unga BSNL tune aaka star buttona press pannunga kattanangallukku uthpattadhu.”

Translation: Tring tring(sorry can’t translate) if you like this song, press star to make this your BSNL tune.Charges apply.

Damn that Japanese sequence in “lost in translation” makes so much sense now

I’ve got to hearing the first few syllables of the song exactly four times so far in the past 2 months.

Karthik Kumar aka Evam Karthik is a decent actor but even Vijay chooses better roles in films.I’m saying this because I saw a play by his theatre troupe and though “The importance of being earnest” was a flabby show, I could see this guy has something in him.His role in Tamil movies is a template.There’s a main character, Karthik is his friend or some stranger whose parents are trying to get the female lead to marry him(Karthik).Our man i sitting in the US or is a US return(he was way more versatile in “poi solla porom.” He played someone who was leaving for the US!Multitalented personality!) He swaggers in everywhere with a fake and irritating US accent.Towards the end of the movie he’s stuck in India,no girl in hand(no bottle in hand either) and is celebrating the “louw” between the lead pair.

Mokka time (been a while.I’m rusty)

What do people do in the beach?

Kadala eating, kadala putting, kadalla swimming

(not worth translating)

Funny conversations or monologues I’ve heard in the past N years

1. I’m talking to a friend of mine.My tamil sucks.She’s trying to humiliate me(and did) cos she isn’t a Tamilian and her Tamil is even better.

She: What do you call Saturn in Tamil?

Me: Uhh…Shaniyan?

She: No that’s you.Saturn is Shani

2. Two friends of mine in Manipal. One’s hobby is to beat up the other.One fine day the beater walks into the beated’s room

Beater: I’m in a particularly violent mood today. I saw the movie “Salo” yesterday so you have to let me beat you up.

Beated:  On the contrary, I saw “Gandhi, my father” last night so you better respect ahimsa.

3. In the engine’s lab, we were performing a test on an ancient 2 stroke Bajaj Chetak engine;

Stupidguy: How many strokes does a Pulsar engine have?

Wiseguy: 1 and a half. When you kick it’s half a stroke.This triggers the engine and it performs another stroke by itself.

(this was more situational.Can’t blame you if you didn’t find it funny).

4.  In my first semester, there was a guy from Ramagundam in my hostel.His english wasn’t too great but he made up for it with his wit and attitude.In English speech class, his prof. told him to come forward and speak. Our man goes up to the podium…

“I talk, teacher FLATS! Teacher having small small bachches.I talk, teacher flats, bachches get anyayam.So I no talk.” And walks back calmly.

Teacher flats.

5. This one takes the cake.  Me and another guy in the hostel discussing politics;

Me: What do you think of those rumours of Sonia Gandhi being a bar-maid in Italy?

Sonia hater: Seems very possible. He sodomised her with a Rum bottle he found lying around. Reason enough for her.

6. Happened last night (18/4/09).

Naan: Dei nee yaaruku vote poda pora indha vaati?

Nanban(bodhaila): Advani paradesi nai da. Pota Soniave poturunum. Ava ponnum super. Mudinja avalayum poturven.

Translation:

Me: Which party are you going to vote for this time?

Friend(speaking from his heart): Advani bears resemblance to canines. Sonia is in her prime. Her daughter too, is right there. If she stood for the elections, my hand(in the polling booth) will go for her button.

That’s all for now.I’ll keep adding stuff to this post whenever I feel like it.Keep checking.

Wall post

My campus has this roundabout turning with the usual circular thing in the middle and a flagpost at its centre. It’s the most favoured hangout in our side of Manipal and goes by the name “Kamath Circle” or “KC”.It is around this place that loser guys show off to stupid girls,jocks play basketball,dudes hang with their chicks, dawgs pig out with their bitches…well you get the idea. Manipal has two types of places; circles, and points. Its like a weird obsession with geometry. The town is filled with places like Tiger circle(T.C),end point, peacock point, sutta point, rave point, RAPE point(I’m not kidding). The only place oddly juxtaposed with these is “KMC greens”. You life taking docs better change its name to make it sound more like something to do with math.

Nerd: Actually there is a Green’s theorem

• bottle breaks over his head*

In its old glory

Some history: Tiger circle is the centre of Manipal. The reason why it’s called so is because, fifty odd years back, when T.A Pai bought the place, there were more tigers here than humans. We don’t anymore, that’s why project tiger exists.

Recently(if you can count six months as recent), the brainy administration decided to build a wall coming from one side of this circle, going up to another parapet wall labeled “no squating“, where people do just that… squat. What surprised me the most about this is the speed with which they managed to put it up!

10 AM, I walked past the place, and there was no sign of any construction.

12 30 PM, lunch break, the wall stands there, fully constructed!

Now this wall became a huge nuisance, for now, autos couldn’t go around it, pedestrians had to walk all the way around it(or climb over it, for it’s three feet tall), and the “no bikes on campus” rule actually seemed to be working.

MIT, having its college spirit, wouldn’t stay quiet at this insult to the student populous. One fine night, a couple of hundred students rammed the wall with metal barricades and broke it to bits and pieces, screaming slogans which Bhagat Singh and other freedom fighters used during the freedom struggle.*rolls eyes*

But this did prove one thing, as a fellow blogger put it; “Singh is not King”

Singh is not king

The wall was back again the next day(pic will be put up soon), now painted red and having a granite paving over it so people could sit on it!I tell you these guys in the admin are shrewd, for now the same students who broke the wall were sitting on it with their “girls”, smoking, chilling with the guys. No wonder T.M.A Pai made this place what it is now!

I sometimes feel the Manipal University slogan has to be changed from “Inspired by life” to “Nice doing business with you”, because they do just that, but I digress.

Now the wall is THE place to hang, and students have been inspired by facebook and found new uses for it. Yes, you guessed it right, they write on it.

“Happy b’day mahima” it read one day.

“Happy birthday Rohan and Shanky ” it read another day.

I was even surprised when there were no “Happy Valentine’s day” greetings last month.

The director gave an interview to a student council a few weeks later, and when asked the purpose of the wall, he said:

“The wall was erected to keep the locals out of our campus. It was definitely not made to restrict our own students”

Now I ask you, How much good does a 3 foot wall do? They can walk around it! Just as we do!

Or wait, maybe the locals bodies are made up of different chemical constituents from our own. The wall has certain substances which attract them. They run towards it, and the moment they come close, they get “zapped”! Innovative guys, they better patent their  “localite-o-flash”.

Captain of Kollywood

“Earth!”

“Fire!”

“Wind!”

“Water!”

“Tamizh!”

“When your powers combine, I am captain Planet Vijaykanth! AOOON!”

Captain constipated

-Interlude.

In flies a ponderous man wearing a snow white veshti and a casatta coloured shirt.

“Go Captain!”

Captain: Tamizhla ennaku pudikatha ore vartha, mannippu.AOOON!

Audience in theatre:(scratching head) Now why did he say that?

A score of hapless men standing in a quiet corner get pulled into centrescreen.

Next comes a  fight sequence involving one man beating up half of China, somersaulting wearing a Veshti.

After post production editing, he bicycle kicks like Jackie, spins and kick with the grace of a ballet dancer, even though in real life he can’t lift his leg above knee height.

Excerpt from actual interview:

Journo: Captain, how is it that you continue to act in action movies at this age?

Captain:I try my best to keep fit through exercise. That is how I’m able to perform my own stunts.

Journo was admitted in Ramachandra medical college hospital. He gave up his career after this incident.He now owns a book binding shop in Vadapalani and lives a simple life with his wife and 2 children.

These are some of the reasons why I love our captain.Ajith-Vijay wars go on, but no one dares insult the DMDK president. The reason for this is:

In every movie, the hero goes after the dame.

In our leader’s movies, the girl not only comes after him, but begs him to marry her, else she’ll commit suicide.

Now who can even think of tarnishing the image of such a noble man?

Below are some of his evergreen videos.

Devi Shetty, you have competition!

Join Veta spoken English classes. If we could train Captain, we can train you too!

When Colt meets Captain, the winner is…

I even voted for him in the last election, thinking he’d give up acting if he became an MLA, but he continued to do so. Now the public of Tamil Nadu is in a very pitiable state.So much so that many of them migrated to Sri Lanka.

After all, arasiyalukku oru fire venum.namma thalaivarukku panchaboothamum irukku.

Slumdog Millionaire

BEATING A DEAD HORSE

GENRE(S): Comedy  |  Drama  |  Romance

WRITTEN BY: Simon Beaufoy

DIRECTED BY: Danny Boyle

RUNNING TIME: 120 minutes

ORIGIN: UK | USA

LANGUAGE(S): English | Hindi

Starring Dev Patel, Madhur Mittal, Freida Pinto, Anil Kapoor, and Irrfan Khan

No point writing about it now that it’s the biggest hit of the year, been put on a pedestal and named “feel good film of the decade”, and won four Golden Globes beating “The dark Knight” in various categories, and will probably win an Oscar or two.But, I have to vent my feelings out somewhere after looking at all this injustice!

SM was a mere formulaic film. It had all the elements of a B grade Bollywood flick or a Vijay film save the “punch dialog.” Right from the start till the end, it moved in either a predictable, or downright absurd fashion.

In my view, had any director from the west made a movie about or in India, he would have made it in the same manner, because that’s how the world looks at India. They believe India is a country filled with villages, slums, call centres, beggars, crooks, and the Taj mahal. All these elements have to be shown; else it is not the “real” India. He just showed it to you all the way you thought we were. It explains why none of you have been able to understand our culture when you watched movies made by our own directors, and why much better films such as “Lagaan”, never made it beyond nomination in the Oscars.

The film relies heavily on flashbacks, and though it was mediocre, it could have been more entertaining if it lacked this pace slowing element. After a point I was just irritated. The narrative worked only during the first half.

Newcomer Dev Patel (the guy who played the adult Jamal) was nominated for his performance . For what joy? I don’t understand. The kid role was much better performed and more natural by a mile. DP is very obviously a chump who was brought up in the west who can’t speak Hindi fluently if his life depended on it. This coming from a south Indian, he can beat himself to death with that very globe he missed.

Danny Boyle has made a sincere effort to learn about Indian culture and I shall give praise where it is due. But, he could have gone about making the movie in a much better way, such as by not making the love element so cheesy, making the film in Hindi (guess that’s asking for too much but at least get a cast from India which has a believable Indian accent. They’re “slumdogs” as he’s put it.) From what I hear, Train spotting is a must watch(but so is SM, or so they say.)

Anil Kapoor very rightly didn’t try to imitate Big B, and saved himself from embarrassment. But, I ask you, which game show host repeatedly insults a contestant? Apart from this glitch, he suited the role fine.

Dev’s brother Salim (sounds funny huh ) was a poor show. No more comments.

Freida Pinto has exactly what a typical Bollywood(or any other Indian language film) female lead of yore is supposed to have;

1. Shouldn’t know how to act.

2. Act dumb

3. Dance like a pro…no wait she can’t do that. My bad I apologise

1.

Rahman was his usual best for this movie and deserved the accolade he got every bit, not just for this but for all the work he’s done in his lifetime. But as a friend put it,”If SM, which was just one of his decent works, merits a GG, what’s he going to get for his best works such as “Roja” and Duet”?”

Coming to the song which played during credits, please tell me who the choreographer was so I can shoot him between the eyebrows. Or maybe the material he was given was so devoid of talent, he couldn’t mould them one bit. It was pathetic. I could have done a better job choreographing or dancing, and I’m not exactly petite and graceful on my feet. Worst part is that critics danced along to that song during the premiere. They also wrote that they’re going to request other directors of the west to end their films in the same manner. Puhleese! Imagine Batman and Joker dancing together and you’ll see why that’s such a bad idea! Also, do not have the notion that all Indian films end this way even these days, though a few do.

Now let me just say if this movie had released any other year, it probably would have deserved (pushing it a bit) all the rave reviews, back thumping, and crowd cheering. But this was the year of “Dark Knight”, and “Benjamin Button”! One had brilliant everything, and the other was one of the few movies which had the entire audience choking with emotion. I just don’t understand how the world prefers this trash to that.

I’ll end with the most positive outcome of this film. It has brought Indian movies to the fore. A friend told me that a lot of people in the west are watching Indian classics such as “Salaam Bombay” and “Lagaan”. If that really is true, and gets the top 1000 IMDB voters to rate Indian movies, maybe get a few to top 250 status. Well, I guess I can forgive Boyle and the critics then.

Overall rating: 7.3

Back with a…err I’m back

Well I have to say that was a long break I took from blogging. What with exams, reconstructive surgery, and sheer lack of content to write about combined with laziness. Anyway the break ends now, and hopefully I won’t abandon wordpress for such a long time at a stretch.

Screwed by a volley ball-part 1

This was something which happened 16 months ago. It was a swelteringly hot afternoon in “singara” Chennai. But the vettis and I were as always not studying and loafing around bessi. It was time for our daily stint at the beach and we were all sitting at 1 bum’s place. This bum wanted to learn how to drive my 1991 LML Vespa when he couldn’t tell a clutch from a brake! I obliged and sat him in the front. I expected him to do the usual:

1. Make me kick start cos he’s too weak to do it himself.

2. Complain about the lousy positioning of the brake and asymmetric heaviness of the vehicle due to the one sided engine.

3. Put vehicle in 1^st gear, rev up more than necessary, release clutch and swear as the scooter lurches him forward before turning off.

1 and 2 happened as usual. But when he came to 3, he somehow managed to take the clutch wire as a casualty…I swore at him and we went inside after parking dear old Vespa.

The small hand of the clock was almost at 5. We were getting restless. It was time for our daily dosage of beach so we could get high and stay put on our backsides till one of our moms called and screamed telling us to come home pronto. So we tell bum to stay at home while I drop the other vetti K off on his(bum’s) bike and come back.

We’re cruising along the beach road at 40 Kmph, when a volley ball comes into our sight. K screamed his lungs out at me to slow down. Being the self assured driver that I am, I pay no heed and go on.

Half a second is a very short period of time. But its Long enough to realize that I was a fool and should’ve braked earlier. I saw my life flash past me(kidding ) as I ran over the ball and fell on my hand. My thumb took a large amount of the pressure and was twisted back. I got up and sat on the sidewalk groaning with pain. Most passersby were disinterested. After all, it was an accident involving 2 GUYS. Why would they care?! A few minutes later a couple of joggers came and asked if I was ok. I said I had to be taken to a hospital and get my hand checked out. One of them moved it around a bit and said “you’re fine get going”. But I knew my pain. I told K to get me to the Asian hospital 2 streets away. He obliged and took me there. X ray reports were made and a doc was consulted. He told me it was a Benet’s fracture and I’d have to put a cast on for 6 weeks.

You can imagine the reaction I got back at home. What with the entrance exams in less than a week! I was pretty depressed myself. But this part has a happy ending and I’m currently sitting in a pretty good college. But the incident was a major blow to my confidence as it was my first accident, and it happened to be on a sissy scooterette. This after boasting to anyone and everyone who listened to my exploits driving at 150 kmph(readers from abroad, that speed is pretty high in India). Every time I try to show off now, I’m made to shut up by being reminded about this one incident! Darn you dingbats!

So kids, a word of advice; you may drive fast and recklessly, but watch out for stray volley balls when you drive near the beach.Not cos they might screw up your exams but cos you can never brag abt your driving skills again

The IT bubble bursts

It just had to happen some time didn’t it…sooner or later. Well, it happened sooner than I thought it would (before I sit for my campus placement that is )Yes, I would very much prefer a core job but think about it…not everyone is assured a job in a core company. You need to pass written exams and get through multiple interviews, and oh, have something like a 9 point GPA. For most college students, the only thing which is likely to touch 9 is their blood alcohol level during weekends , and that’s not gonna get them a job in a brewery let alone a core company.

I might be wrong about the exact statistics in this particular piece of information, but this year, IBM recruited 106 students from a particular city, and a couple of months after being handed the offer letter, they were called for yet another set of interviews, where 60 were eliminated and only 46 survived with job in hand! Now that really sucks for those poor guys. And from my college placement list, the number getting placed in MCRs (Mass Recruiting Companies) has come down visibly, and I’m told the case is the same everywhere. Anna university vice chancellor actually advised students at the time of counseling not to take computer science this year because the sector seems unstable.

I was at the RTO waiting for my driving license last month, and a pleasant man next to me who introduced himself as an income tax advisor got chatty with me. We exchanged pleasantries and when he learned I’m an engineering student (sigh…isn’t everyone these days?), he clicked his tongue in a sympathetic manner and said something which sounded like this.”Last year, numerous students who received jobs in a major company (read IT), were given a joining date which was sometime in August 2007. A couple of months later, they received another letter from the company which said their joining date has been postponed to January 2008! Come January, and another letter makes its way home saying their date has been further postponed and they will be intimated about the same when the company sees fit. So obviously, many of these boys have either found other jobs in the past year, or they’re sitting through every course offered by NIIT, or worse still, they’re rotting at home in the hope that they will be called by the company soon.”

I don’t know how much of his story is true but he seemed to know his stuff and looked respectable enough.

We’re not yet there but I guess we’re all soon going to say “Gone are the days when you can bank on SWITCH (Satyam, Wipro, Infosys, TCS, CTS, HCL) to give you a job when you pass out”.

But wait, seems there’s a good side to this story too. Core companies have started increasing their intake (or so I heard).It might not be proportional to IT but its something to hope for right? And I’m not talking through my hat either…it seems true.90 guys out of 150 from my branch (mech) in final year in coll have been placed in core so far, the remaining either have software jobs or are not planning to sit for placements, or are not eligible for placement as they don’t have the minimum 6.0 GPA required for placement application, and companies are still coming.

So now you might ask yourself, why is this guy bummed out about it then? Ill tell you why. New rule enforced here cos of the sudden reduction I the number of jobs. Only 1 job allowed per head! That’s right, you get placed in one company, even if that company is a dhaba on the roadside, you’re done. It might not sound like a very bad thing but it can seriously screw your life up. Because earlier, when you were allowed 2 jobs, you could get placed in an MCR and at least ease the tension a bit, cos you have something in hand. And after, you can sit through core and hope for something good.

The crux of the problem lies in the time of arrival of the companies. Software comes towards the wee end of your 6^th sem, whereas core arrives in the beginning of your 7^th.Get the picture?

Hypothetical situation: Mr. X is a student of, say chemical engineering, in his 6^th semester. He really loves his branch and wouldn’t dream of working in any other line. His grades aren’t that great but he has hopes of getting into core. SWITCH and others comes and recruit, X leaves all of it cos he doesn’t wanna get stuck with them without an option. He goes home, chills during his vacation, gets bored like he always does, and comes back for his last stretch in coll. Cometh the ppl he has been so eagerly waiting for. He applies for the biggest of them, doesn’t get in, no problem he applies for the smaller ones too with less attractive packages. Bad news, he doesn’t make it through any of them, he’s now extremely low on confidence, has to face his parents who shelled out for his not so cheap college education.And to add insult to injury, his classmates with grades lower than his own probably have a job in hand.Nice soup hes in

Whatever it is, the road ahead seems dark for students of CSc and IT. We can only but hope that the situation improves before our time comes, so keep your fingers crossed and hope for the best,or SWITCH to a line which holds better prospects.

P.S: Comments welcome. Please give me your opinions, more info, and point out factual errors, if any, in my post.