My Favorite Product

My Favorite product that I have been using extensively these days would have to be LinkedIn. LinkedIn is a professional networking platform, which helps professionals search for a job, share articles, thoughts, achievements, their profiles among other things.  It is a two-sided platform which serves job seekers as well as recruiters and companies looking to hire talent, which makes it a job searching platform too. I am on the first end of the platform, meaning a professional who is a job seeker. This is my perspective of why LinkedIn is a great product.There are three things in my opinion that make a product a great product:

It solves real customer problems: As a job searching customer, I have 3 needs:

 a. Connecting professionally with the right people: LinkedIn helps me connect with the people I want to through a simple request. For me, the product has helped me find and connect mentors, professionals in my field, and recruiters for my job search.

 b. Searching for jobs that match my profile: The jobs feature of LinkedIn shows me jobs available in the sector I am looking for, in the region I want and based on my experience level through filters provided which narrows down the search to relevant results.  I can easily apply for jobs from the options provided. Search query settings give me results of jobs available based on my search query. This way I get to know about new relevant jobs every day.

c. Be visible to the right people: the LinkedIn profile creator is super helpful for job seekers like me. My profile lists all my achievements, education, experience, certifications as well as volunteer work. This makes it easier for me to stand out to recruiters and companies looking for talent.


 It is intuitive and simple to use:  Right from the sign-up process to the connecting to people through a simple request, with ready to use request format by LinkedIn, the product is easy and intuitive to use. As someone looking for a new job, referrals have a great importance for me. When I search for a job in a particular company, I can see people from my network who work at that company, I can ask for a referral by just a click of a button. The built-in format for referral makes its easy and saves time, all I need to do is add my name and the job ID and send it. The simplicity of LinkedIn is what makes it Intuitive to use. The ease of use by LinkedIn as a product is helping its users achieve their goals effortlessly and with comfort. Making the users feel helped and assisted at every step increases the life-time value of the product for the user.

Stays relevant in long-term, is irreplaceable: LinkedIn is a product that remains relevant at every step in a professional’s career. Right from the first job search to future progression in career. The long-term viability and use of LinkedIn gives it a lifetime value, making the product irreplaceable. The value that LinkedIn has created is due to the investment that customer have made into the product. With the whole professional junta being on LinkedIn, the product has aptly hooked its customers. When a professional has created a network on LinkedIn shifting on to a similar competitor product would be an impossible and heavy investment task. This deters users from moving on to any new entrant that might enter the space of professional networking.

Visit to Shishu Mandir Children's Home

                                                                            

Sitting in the car on a sunday afternoon, I was in a particularly waspish mood. My son had given me the toughest time over his daily afternoon nap.In an attempt to make him have the much required rest after his morning session of summer play I had successfully managed to mess up my afternoon nap. I decided to get done with some pending work instead of sulking over my lost nap. Packets of clothes, shoes, toys and other things had been placed in the car earlier. All these were to be taken to Shishu Mandir. Shishu Mandir is a childrens project in Bangalore which was started by an Indo-German doctor couple. It is an institution of its own consisting of a children’s Home, School and a Community College.

Visits to Shishu Mandir children's home have always brought out mixed feelings in me. I am eager yet hesitant to go there. A two floored building with a terrace, it gives the look of a small but a cozy place.The office is on the ground floor. My husband and myself pay a visit to the childrens home once in every few months. Everytime we go straight to the office which is at the end of the building, hand over a small contribution from our side and return back. Everytime I Walk past the childrens home, my eyes try to peek beyond the windows and the walls just to get a glimpse of whats inside. All I can usually see from outside are a few baby cribs and a few babies in those cribs. I could never gather the courage to actually go inside the home for the fear of what I might get to see inside and what effect that sight might have on me;

Not until that day..
This time like always we handed the items we had brought, the care taker thanked us with gratitude and she turned around to go back. "Can we please have a look at the children's home if its not a problem ?" the words just popped out of my mouth before I knew it. She turned with a sweet smile and said "Of course you can; but the kids have gone to a home for the weekend, there is only a baby and a special girl child ". All I heard was "ofcourse you can-", the rest just faded away. Finally I was going to step inside rather than try to peek though the windows. Thousands of horrifying stories in the news-papers, number of scams unraveled in the past makes one lose faith in such organizations,worse still the fact that its all about innocent children instills an unknown fear of even viewing them closely. I did not wait for the caretaker to show me the way, I knew it, had wanted to walk that way so many times.

What do you want to see in there? I kept asking myself as I opened the main gate. The door was a bit ajar, I could see a cartoon movie playing on a small TV. My eyes kept peeking through the half open door trying to see more than what it showed me, as I took off my footwear in a hurry. As I opened the door the picture in front of me was that of a bright green colored room with minimalistic wood work of a few cupboards and a TV cabinet. The room had two baby beds, nicely made with clean fresh sheets laid on them. There was a girl sitting on the floor in black punjabi suit with short hair about the age of 12 or 13. She gave me a bright smile with a glint in her eyes-I smiled back at her. I noticed a movement about from the corner of my eye. As I turned my attention that way I saw a small baby lying on a mat right next to me.Curly hair, big eyes, cute little hands and feet, he was adorable like most babies are. He had a rattle in his hand and his eyes were on the movie playing on the TV. I wanted to play with him but I had to do something more first. I walked past the girl towards the inner room- it was smaller than the first. A bunker bed was placed touching the wall. Attached to the room were two bathrooms. I had to see them. I have this weird notion that bathroom is the litmus test for the cleanliness of a place. To my surprise and immense contentment it was spotlessly clean.

I returned to indulge myself in the cuteness of the innocent baby. He now graced me with a few uninterested glances in between the movie. Upon asking his name the care taker answered "His name is Monish and he is 11 months". Looking at my interest in the baby she went on to tell me that he could not sit, walk or even crawl because of a condition called glass bones a rare inherited disease that involves fragile bones. When he rolls over he tries to pull himself ahead with the help of his forehead. One more look at those big beautiful eyes and my heart broke into a million pieces, my smile faded away. I asked if the condition was curable to which she replied that it can be cured to some extent but not completely.They had been taking him to the hospital for regular check-ups and treatments. "The physical disability due to the disease is not the real problem" said the care taker," Because of this conditon of Monish there are negligible chances of him getting adopted". My stomach was crunching, and I could feel my eyes go moist. I knew it was time for me to leave. Thanking the care taker for her kindness we retraced our steps back to the main gate.While I was closing the main gate I saw Monish again, to my surprise this time he was actually trying to look at us with his head turned up, then he rolled over on his tummy still looking at us - I stood there looking at him for a moment then walked away.

Once in the car I blabbered too much too fast about how I found the home to be cozy, clean and totally conducive for the developement of underprivileged and orphan kids, how the transparency of all these things was evident from the readiness of the staff to show us around the home on a random visit. All this talk lasted merely five minutes, suddenly I had nothing more to say. My husband was talking but somehow his words were not reaching my ear. A few minutes later I realised why, when I felt the first warm tear trickled down my cheek. I was trying so hard to supress that tear that I couldnt hear him. Though I tried to hide it, he saw me wipe that tear. He pulled me close with his arm around me and tried to comfort me as I cried my heart out. I felt a slight tremble in his voice as he spoke. As I raised my head to look at him I saw a tear in the corner of his right eye. Neither of us knew the exact reason for the tears, but at that time we both realised being emotional or heavy hearted about this was not going to make a difference. but doing something can.

I saw everything I wanted to, got all the questions in my mind answered when I visited shishu mandir this time.The place was children's home in true sense and not just a set of walls and windows arranged haphazardly.
　
Foundations like shishu mandir need every possible help from the society. Help to these organizations can be in many ways- from devoting time being volunteers for the various programs they organize for kids, to financial help, to donating necessary items, and also adopting. Its not necessary to be a Gandhi or a Mother Teresssa and give up all your other ambitions and desires in life to devote your entire life to this cause. All you need to do is spare a little time from your life. The smallest contributions can make a huge difference to them.

If you live in Bangalore please visit Shishu Mandir atleast once.
www.shishumandir.com is the official website on the foundation. It has all the information about the organisation also regarding donations, volunteer work and more.



100 years of International Women's Day, are we there yet?

On the morning of 8th march 2011, I was awakened by the buzzing of the mobile. Looking at the mobile screen with half open eyes I saw a text message. The message was from my cousin- it read 'Wish all you lovely women a very happy womens day'. I smiled and nudged my hubby who was in his morning 'sugar sleep' and i murmured "you need to get me another gift, its womens day today". He did not open his eyes, smiled and said "yes maam" in a groggy voice and slept off again. Later that morning I received more messages from my friends and relatives wishing me on Women’s day. The sheer volume of arriving messages set my mind into a cartwheel. So I talked to my best friend "Google"and found some interesting facts about this day. This year 8th march 2011 marks 100 years of the declaration and observation of the first International Women's day. The first official celebration of Women's Day happened on March 19 in 1911 in Austria, Denmark, Germany and Switzerland. That was a day to press for various demands made by women: protesting against the oppressive working conditions, poor pay and inequality also demands for voting rights.
　
After looking at a brief history of the International Women’s Day(IWD), the next thing that I googled out was International Mens Day (didn’t even know if there was a day like that!) and surprisingly there is a International Men’s Day that falls on Nov 19 every year. International Mens Day (IMD) is an annual international day Inaugurated in 1999 in Trinidad and Tabago. The IMD is celebrated for a number of reasons like promoting positive male role models, celebrate men’s positive contributions to society, family, child care and environment, to focus on healthy wellbeing of men, provide gender equality, make world a safer place.What strikes me most is that the reason for the celebration of the two days is completely different - one reminds women of the fact that they have been fighting for their rights since 1911 and the other is a celebration by men of the rights that they always had. Women all over the world have been fighting for their basic rights since 1911 and continue to celebrate this day in the hope of getting them completely someday. But has the fight gotten over? have they attained what they intended to?

With these questions in my mind I closed the laptop and went over to my easel to complete my painting. Colors didn’t seem too friendly to me at that moment so I decided to leave the painting alone instead of spoiling it. The doorbell rang and I found my neighbor standing with a bowl in her hand. Told me that she had tried a new dish, some cabbage rice and wanted me to taste it. I took it and said thank you. My neighbor is excellent at cooking and she loves to make me the guinea pig which I very willingly accept because I am an excellent foodie. I tasted the cabbage rice, it was really nice. My neighbour is considered to be the best cook in the neighborhood and consequently the ideal or the perfect woman due to her culinary skills. My mind again started throwing questions at me as i savored the cabbage rice. Is my neighbor an ideal woman? To most men and surprisingly even to most women she would be- purely based on her culinary skills. She definitely is an ideal woman in my opinion, except that her ideality as a woman to me would not be just because she is good at cooking. She is also a good dancer, a genuine person, someone who you can rely on, a perfect mother of two daughters. There is so much more that goes into making her the ideal woman that she is, then why restrict her to mere cooking skills?

India is one place where women have mostly been judged based on their culinary skills no matter how well they fare in any other aspect of life. A working woman really good at her job would be asked some or the other time in her career by someone in a casual conversation "So what is your specialty in cooking? and when do I get invited to taste it?". A girl being scrutinized for marriage by the boy and his parents (also a dozen of other relatives) is sure to get this question "So what all can you cook? My son like brinjal sabzi a lot, can you make it?". Imagine the reverse happening: a woman asking her male colleague "So what all do you cook? and when am I invited to taste it?". The girl asking the boy or his mom about the cooking skills "I like palak paneer and that too non spicy and not too oily.. hope you an make it that way". Why are women expected to be excellent cooks? Not just are they expected to be excellent cooks but they are also expected to have an inherent interest in cooking.

The saddest part of it all is that this judgment of a woman purely on her culinary skills is not just restricted to men, women too judge other women based on their knowledge of spices. Why has there been a single track criteria of judging a woman as opposed to men who are judged by their achievements in any field of work they are good at. Men are never judged by their cooking skills, that is the last thing expected from a man. Having finished the rice I again turned to my painting trying to gauge my colors friendly intentions. At that moment I had a thought: I am an artist, I can make beautiful paintings, bring alive pictures through my colors every day, I am a writer, I can put my thoughts in a well-organized form on paper which is interesting for people to read everyday, I am a mother, I can love my son unconditionally and take care of him every day, I am a wife, I can be there for my hubby when he needs me, my parents and in laws say i am a lovely daughter, i am a good dancer.I also cook but that comes at the end of my list describing who I am. I am a woman - more than just a woman with culinary skills. Appreciate me for who I am and not what I cook!

This is probably the smallest, most minuscule of the problems which according to me women even today have to fight for but putting it forth is an attempt on my part to change people’s outlook towards a woman. Let’s free the woman from this age old way of judging her. There is so much more to a woman than just her culinary skills. this Women's day, let’s appreciate and admire the woman in entirety than just a part of her..Wish "Happy Womens Day" to every woman who believes in what she is with a hope that the society accepts her beyond her culinary skills: a woman of substance.


I know its a long article ...but i think we women are worth the long read...today and always:)

Top ten reasons why women shop



Shopping

 The shopping capacity of a woman comes as a shock, almost a heart attack to a bachelor who has just set his foot into wedlock. A man who has had a woman in his life earlier in the form of a sibling or girlfriend would be at a lesser risk to this shock. It could be hard for men to understand the shopping bug in a woman and they are not to be blamed for this lack of understanding, after all 'men are from mars'. Despite all the allegations made by the non resident Martians (men) about how women shop for no reason, there are a few basic reasons why women and shopping are inseparable all over the world:

• Women like pretty things, and they believe that thing be with them rather than some other woman even if the other woman happens to be her friend.This is a complex relationship that exists between women. Do they love their best friend? sure they do, but when it comes to owning a pretty thing it goes "love thy self".
• Nature's harmony: Skies are blue, grass is green, everything in nature is in perfect harmony - the same should be true about our dress and accessories. A nice dress is not nice enough without a pair of earrings that go along with it. Repeating an earring on more than one dress is an unforgivable offence. That makes us legally eligible to have uncountable pairs of earrings to match the number of dresses we have.
• Hand Bags and Shoes could have been covered in the above point but being a lady I can not possibly make the ghastly sin of combining them with rest of the accessories. Hand bags and shoes play one of the most important role in a woman's life. There are few simple thumb rules when it comes to Hand bags and shoes:
• "There are never enough of them"  - even if there isn't place left for them in the closet.
• A woman should never be denied the purchase of Hand Bags and Shoes. This denial will have drastic repercussions like getting burnt food or sudden increase in the amount of red chillies in the food.
•  The unequal division of closet or shoe rack space should not be questioned or argued upon -90% is reserved for our footwear. The man who abides by these simple thumb rules is sure to be happy and with guaranteed to have edible food all his life.
• Shopping to health - We sincerely believe in 'walking our way towards health'. We can walk distances to find the thing that we are looking for. When I was pregnant my hubby used to leave me at malls for hours and I would get  the much needed exercise - of course buying anything was out of question as I was too big to fit into anything.
• Fine art of Bargaining - We love human interaction and think that talking is the best way to say one's heart out even if its in the form of an argument. And so, we bargain. There is a million dollar smile and satisfaction on a woman's face even if she manages to bargain and reduce the price by one buck. The triumph and kick obtained by that victory cannot be attained even if she gets a million dollar mansion for free.
• Economy boost - We believe in the upliftment of the economy that we are part of. "A small hole in one's pocket is a huge contribution to the economy" is our motto. So we don't hesitate to spend even if we end up buying things that we actually don't need or would never use.
• 'SALE': the mere sight of this sign sends our heart racing like the full moon effect on tides. The shopping spree is on an all time high during the sale season.We can track down a SALE sign from a distance. The idea is to get everything on sale into the shopping basket. The end result being too many shopping bags to carry.
• Give everybody a chance We are generous and always give a chance to everyone to prove themselves, this generosity extends to new brands of products that are introduced in the market too. A new product launched in the market gets our unbiased support demonstrated by its purchase by every woman. And if really good continues to get our support but only until a new product is launched.
• Beauty is life - They say one is as young and beautiful as one feels at heart. We do accept it but that doesn't really hold true for us completely.We want it all, young and beautiful inside, at heart and also on the outside. That's what we are trying to attain when you see the long bills from a salon or a beauty products store.
• Friends beyond facebook - We like having a number of friends,and not just friends but best friends and once we have them we cherish them forever. So, we buy diamonds, for, as the saying goes 'diamonds are a girls best friend' and also 'Diamonds are forever'.

I have made an attempt to justify the much tarnished shopping gene innate in women. Hope these reasons help men understand this special bond that exists between women and shopping. That doesn't mean that they don't have the right to complain because even if we give a million reasons to defend our shopping sprees we know that most of the times we overdo it and without your nagging would probably end up being excessively spendthrift. That's the reason men from mars and women from Venus are just meant to be.
　
　

Valentines Day means.....

'Valentines day', a day marked for celebration of love. Now non believers of valentines day could argue, saying everyday is a celebration of love. I am in complete agreement with them on this thought.Yes everyday is a celebration of love, and hell it should be. When two lovers meet, the glint in their eyes is a celebration of love, so is it when a wife and hubby wave each other bye when either or both are going off to work knowing that at the end of a weary day they would be returning back to each other; similarly, when a mother cuddles her child. Even the smallest things in life are celebrations of love. Then why celebrate Valentines day? Here is where I and the non believers of Valentines day part ways. Valentines day has a special meaning in my life and like millions of believers in this day who have their own reasons to believe in this day of love I too have a few excuses to consider this day special.



Roses and love age old bond

 Around 7 years back when I met my husband for the first time he was head over heels in love with me (thats what he says). Though i took quite some time to reach that stage with him. Oncei did reach there it was the most wonderful feeling. I was staying in a PG at Pune during those days studying for a small course. Away from home, this was my first hand experience at the new found freedom. My hubby, then my boyfriend, stayed in Bangalore. Destiny brought us together, a common friend being the catalyst. The initial days - the days when you have just expressed your feelings and the other person has accepted and reciprocated the same feelings - are magical. Expressing ones feelings with the help of the three words merely is not sufficient. One wants to say some more, do some more just to see that smile on the face, hear that chirp in the voice of the one he/she loves. The same smile used to light up my face, when I would receive the delivery of the most beautiful flowers sent by my hubby at my PG doorstep once every week. My roommates used to tease me making me blush and call my hubby 'deewana' meaning crazy. Distance did not matter when it came to expressing our love for each other. He used to surprise me by saying he wont be able to come to Pune and show up at my door with flowers and chocolates in his hands and then we used to spend the day together walking around hand in hand, lovely dinner in the evening. Everyday we met was a valentines day.

Today after 7 years things have changed. I dont receive flowers from my hubby every week and I dont get surprised when he returns home everyday after work. We hardly have time to walk around hand in hand since we have had our son because he would be the one holding our hands as we walk . Though we do squeeze out time for that every evening when my son is playing with his friends, some things can never be completely given up or changed no matter how influential 'change' is. The above mentioned changes would be a part of every married couples lives plus/minus a few variations and these changes happen gradually and are accepted. I dont expect my hubby to present me with flowers every week and I love it when my son runs towards us and breaks our hand lock in order to hold his moms and dads hand and I still have a smile on my face and a glint in my eyes when I see my hubby back from work every evening. Everything is perfect. But I would still like us to be the way we were 7 years back, someday, and that day is Valentines day. I find lovely flowers, as lovely as the ones I used to 7 years back, by my bedside when I open my eyes on that day, get surprised by the cards hidden at various places in the house which all say how much he loves me, wearing the dress he picks out for me, going out for dinner. And its not just us, there's love in the air all over that day, love songs on the radio, red heart shaped balloons everywhere, red roses prices on an all time high. Why not think of it as a day to feel and make someone u love feel special. After all in this busy, mundane, everyday life one should not miss an opportunity to express love to their loved ones.

So heres wishing everyone in love a Happy Valentines Day...let your love know how much you love him/her in a special, your kind of way :)

Reminiscence of the past

I always avoid going to Solapur. Especially if it is for a stay of more than 5 days.Because there is nothing in Solapur that cannot be covered in a span of 5 days. But this time when we planned on going to Solapur i had decided to visit all my old haunts. Had a faint idea as to what all i wanted to revisit. Felt like reminiscing the past, eating my heart out at all my favourite food joints, basically doing all that i used to 10 years back when i lived there. And so when we actually landed at Solapur i went into the execution mode of my plan. Being a hereditary foodie first paid a visit to my favourite paani puri joints. Unlike me, my hubby's a total non foodie (if there is a term like that) and while i kept on having paani puris till the count actually went up to 35 (bloody unbelievable right?...i know) he was done in around 6 puris. The thela wala kept asking him 'would you like to have some more sir' after every plate i had. Poor guy, was shocked to see a lady eat like a guy. And ya he remembered me when I went to him the last day of my stay at solapur, the reason being i had been to his thela every evening for 4 days. The second item on my list after paani puri was pav bhaji. And i know u would again say 'bloody unbelievable' but, i had a plate of pav bhaji at the worlds yummiest pav bhaji center 'Supraja' right after  i had 35 paani puris. Next, I took my son to the park which me and my cousins used to play in as kids. Looking at him play there felt like living my childhood yet again.

Taking the nostalgic journey at solapur a little further i went to 'Walchand Institute Of Technology' a place where i spent the four most unforgettable years of my life. As the auto stopped in front of the main gate, well it was closed for some construction work, so had to take the side gate. As i entered i saw the board over the main porch that read 'Walchand college of science'. Wasn't it supposed to be Walchand Institute Of Technology? was the question in my mind and also to the guard standing at the gate. He tells me the engineering college has been shifted to a new building across the road and this, now, madam is the science college. A sudden pang of anger swept over me, like someone had cheated me with my memories, changing their title. Overcoming that sense of anger and slight disappointment i crossed the parking lot. I walked ahead closing in on to the main porch and with every step i took the name board over the porch kept on diminishing. And as i stepped right on the porch the board was completely out of sight and then it was the same porch where we used to stand in groups talking for hours laughing,giggling. A soft winter breeze grazed my cheeks as i stood there under the shade of the main porch of Walchand Institute Of technology making me feel like the adolescent girl that i once was. The notice board which used to host the paper version of colorful events to come was still there, but now was practically blank. Stepping into the main premise kind of further blurred my memories. The trees were now fenced with tiles and the mud covered ground was now completely tiled. The place where there used to be a mechanical workshop was an open space where some women with huge vessels were making preparations for what looked like a feast. As i was trying to search familiarity in the now unfamiliar surrounding i saw some girls in uniforms running down the stairs reminding me yet again that this was no longer WIT. I raised my head to take a look at the classrooms and the lab. Somehow i couldn't bring myself up to go to the classrooms. Maybe to avoid further disappointment in case things had changed even there. I had come looking for WIT and a girl who spent four years of her life in WIT. But despite my best efforts could not completely find both there. Deciding to leave i retraced my steps with a heavy heart.

As i Passed the main porch and stepped out into the winter sun walking across the parking lot, yet again, my hubby suddenly says "why don't we have a picture of u in front of your college". As i stood there ready to be photographed i felt something missing ...what was it?...and that's when i realised the missing part were my batch mates to my left and right hand side with their fingers in a 'V' on each others head ready for the picture.


in front of WIT



 The reason i could not see WIT or find the girl i had come looking for was that both were incomplete as memories without the 30 faces associated with them. Those faces are an integral part of WIT and the memories of that girl. Suddenly the feeling of anger and disappointment turned into calmness because i knew that WIT would never be the same to me unless its with the Computer Science Batch 2001.And so i smiled for the picture knowing that someday i will visit this place again if not with all my batch mates but at least a few friends and would definitely find WIT and with it the girl who was hiding somewhere in there.



Bun samosa at arvinds

 Out of the main gate and once on the road my hubby asked me if we should hire an auto and go back home. "Lets walk" i said. He did not ask me much but i knew he saw me walk forward with a purpose in my mind. As we walked on i saw a lot of the shops and eating places had gone and new shops had taken their place. Finally we reached the place i was walking towards  "Arvind General Stores". Never in the four years that i was at WIT as a student did i once actually go to the front counter of the store to order or buy anything.Arvind had a small side opening meant especially for girls to place their orders or buy anything.And to my surprise it still had that side entry for girls. But this time i went straight to the main counter. I knew what i wanted and that's what i ordered "12 Bun Samosas and 12 Bun Kachoris please". We decided to get the Bun Samosas and Kachoris parceled to eat later at home with my cousins and  family. But how could i stop myself from feeling like myself 10 years back and having one right there? I couldn't possibly resist that temptation. So ordered a bun Samosa and a flavoured milk there. My hubby and my cousin kept laughing looking at me gorge over the Bun Samosa standing there. The Samosa was probably from the previous day and the bun wasn't fresh either but no five star food could compare the satisfaction that the bun samosa gave me at that moment. Taking the parcel and heading towards an auto i left the premises of WIT with a smile and a hope in my heart that someday i will return with my friends and reminisce the good old days of WIT in a true sense....
　

This is my first attempt at writing and publishing something. And it would be worth it to me if it helps in bringing back some memories of WIT in all my batch mates. Please comment on the article.

P.S.---Please help me picture WIT better by writing any of ur fondest memories no matter how small or big associated with it.