Coming 4 Lunch

After being harassed by our lecturers in the classroom there was another unbearabale round of punishment, our lunch. Believe me one who had ever tasted the foods at ILP will never dislike even the gambafuka meal in an african safari. The honour for this goes to our chettas, who had left no stones unturned to prevent us from eating habits. Perhaps becoz of TCS's secret policy of making its associates adapted to monthend hunger crisis due to lack of salary. The picture depicts the evidence of effortbeing put by chettas in searching for new means of creating unedible food.

Lunch hours! Generally the time to enjoy, relax and gossip. But for us it was the time to be bored, make faces and curse our fate that what the hell are we doing here! Nonetheless to survive we had to eat. While some people did not had much trouble with the south indian dishes, for somebody like me it was a complete nightmare. Whereas people like Monika for whom eating was just a formality, it did not affect much. The end of our stay gave us some respite from south-indian Dosas, Idlis, Pohas and Uttapams as the hostels were totally vacant except for we, the T-01 batch. Here we were served foods of our choice in the absence of the crowd.

We seldom used to have our food together. But the picture here is that of our last lunch at our canteen. Not that all was wrong with the foods there. The hygeinic foods of ILP made Sabu, Dada and Anshu to regain the shape.

Jokes apart our sweet chettas deserve a thank for making us experience a new taste of life.

GOD BLESS CHETTAS.

First Sights

It was 3'o clock at night when we reached our hostels. We were tardy enough to have any interest in the our fellows or place itself. Loaded with huge expectations and hope about the day ahead when we would take our first strides towards our career path. The morning itself was not very pleasant. When we entered the Trivandrum ILP Centre we had no idea what training/recreation we were supposed to undergo here over the next 22 days. Being late on the very first day of training, resulted seven of us landing out of the introductory session. Perhaps the first taste of the things to follow in days ahead!

Next we got our first hand experiences to meet our fellows who were about to become an inseparable part of our memory. Frankly speaking I could never have imagined that over the next few days these guys will become such an important part of my life.

Before sharing the unfolding of events in days ahead a light on some remarkable human beings we came across.

First of all Jay Sir, our Batch Co-ordinator nicely built, handsome, dashing, an all conquering smile, cool as cucumber, motivating (I will add some more adjectives here after taking inputs from girls of our batch). We had disagreements over some points, but I must say Jay Sir left an impact on the minds of all.

Neethi Sir, very sweet, intellect visible on the face, suppotive enough in allowing us to complete our daily quota of sleeping hours in the classes. The funny stories and speeches of Supratik sir, the care and help of Mary Ma'am, the discipline of Col. Sir all of this was all about to be an inseparable part of our memory.