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Happy Days October 13, 2007

Filed under: Movies — freakville @ 1:43 am
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jill jill jiga
bus stop lo waiting…
last bench lo seating…
cell fone lo chatting…
interval kai waiting…
jill jill jiga

This is how a song goes in happy days

Shekar has covered every element of 4 years of engineering life @ CBIT. Right from the orientation on the first day to ragging in the first year to the placement process in the final year and the farewell party, packing all the assignments, internals, engineering drawing classes and SHRUTHI in between. phew!!

Showed CBIT, just next to MIT,Stanford,Harvard…keeping aside all the IIT’s and NIT’s. That life is all colorful in the campus of CBIT and it is a bed of roses.

Impressed by the characters of Chandu, Rajesh and Tyson (in particular).It is just a mediocre love story in the second half and falls short of our expectations after seeing the strong screenplay first half . The jolly going bunch of friends in the 1 st year…fall in love with each other by final year. But, why did he promote this idea that every boy – gal friendship in college ends up in love and eventually leads to marriage or you are betrayed in love at the end of college days.

hmm….he must have just left them as good friends for life….friends forever…instead of complicating the relations and life. Whatever it is, the freshers of 2007 are gonna have a tough time with all the ragging.

Verdict: I think it is a must watch for every Engineering Student. Worth your money.

And No, I m not being paid by Shekhar for this and I don t own him anything by promoting it.

Started missing college like hell after watching it 😦

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Is this how an Organization built? October 11, 2007

Filed under: Oraganization Dynamics — freakville @ 11:38 am
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No fewer that 70,000 workers would have been needed to lug limestone blocks from desert miles away to the building sites of the pyramids. Yet, there is little evidence that the pharaohs had to coerce their subject to leave their fields and families in order to build a monument whose completion any single worker would certainly never see. All people apparently willingly participated in the pageant of immortality-made-real. With no hope of berth for themselves in the tomb, the workers nonetheless must have taken comfort from knowing that their king, their earthly representative, would live on for them in perpetuity. Here was a culture that would persist, just as its pharaohs would live on in their silent places.