Return of the Carrom Board

When things don’t go too well, you know its time to bring back the Carrom Board.

I am 22 years old and I live with my parents. This is expected to be a shocker for all my non-Indian readers. But, yeah I do! Anyway its been just me and my parents at home for the last six months owing to the fact that my brother is out of station.

Given that my parents are in their late fifties and still working, I am sure you will be able to imagine what things are like at home. Since I am finishing Post Grad this year, it is crucial for me to land myself in a good career. Its the typical middle class scenario sans the drama (except for every now and then). 🙂

We all stay away from home for a good 10 hours a day atleast – me in college and my parents at work. The only time we sit and talk is during late tea and dinner. The conversations usually vary from what happened during the day to any current social issue or any impromptu matters that any of us may want to discuss.

But if this goes on for six months, it sure can get to you. Which it did of course. It was only a matter of time before we started snapping and tempers started raging.

“Keep Calm and Love Your Family” is easy to preach. However, it is very hard to practice. I mean lets face it. No matter how much you love your family differences in opinion never fail to spark a fight. Especially when you’re Indian!

As a result, in order to avoid fighting we started cutting down on the speech. Bad idea I realized in a matter of days. Because that only made things worse. I understood that we needed something to rekindle the love in our family.

I thought about various ways to make it work. We don’t really go out on weekdays. Basically because my parents don’t have the energy to stay out late after ten hours of work a day. There’s nothing fun about TV and entertainment. I mean who wants to stare a screen for hours together anyway?!

Things went on like this for a while. Yesterday morning, I went into my dad’s office upstairs to get a novel. And that’s when I found it.

It was sitting there in a corner, peacefully resting against the wall. Our Carrom Board. 🙂

Just looking at it made me smile. All of us used to sit together and play carroms when my brother and I were little kids. Everyday after my parents came home from work and we had our late tea, we would call the shots on seats and play.

We would play in teams and against each other. The atmosphere in the room would change as the game progressed. It would go from a quiet game to a scenario where the winning team would be taunting and grinning at the losing team. All in good spirit. 🙂

And so, I immediately brought the board downstairs. As my parents were not at home, I dusted it and set it up on the stand we had brought years ago. I called up my dad and asked him to buy some boric powder for the game. He was surprised and he asked me “Are we having guests over??”

“Nah appa.. Just the three of us..” I said.

“Oh okay..” he said though I could sense his amused smile.

And so yesterday evening we played again. Just the three of us. God knows after how many years! We did miss Gopu Anna without a doubt.

But what I had set out to accomplish was done. We are one happy little family once again (waiting for Anna to come back)! 🙂

That’s all for now. More to say later. Time for our next Carrom game!


Homecoming of the Champions

Before you start judging or reading, let me warn you. You are going to come across some objectionable statements and opinions I have written. You may disagree. But keep your thoughts to yourself because this is my space.

I have been meaning to write for over two weeks now. But I haven’t had the time or patience to do it owing to our semester end chaos. However, it all makes sense now and I am glad I did not write it then. Because this is a better story altogether! 🙂

As I write today, I believe I voice not just my personal opinion. Rather I express what has been haunting a batch of 120 students for over a year. Did I say haunting? Sorry. I meant to say eating into the heads of 120 students.


If you wish to know how difficult it is to earn respect on campus, you should ask an MBA student from SCMS. Because we have literally lived through discrimination over and over again. We don’t hate PGDM students or their faculty. But unfortunately the feeling has not been reciprocated. And this scenario is LEGENDARY.

From DAY 1, we have encountered hostility and contemptuousness on numerous occasions. I can understand the contempt part – we opted for a university degree over an autonomous course. Yes, we learn the age old syllabus prescribed by MGU. Yes, we have an eight hour class compared to PGDM’s 24×7 life chart. But why do you not understand we made that choice and we are happy about it. If we can live it, why can’t you??

I shall agree on somethings though. So far our hashtags have been:

  • Loud
  • Undisciplined
  • Rebellious
  • Good Marks
  • Hooligans
  • Lazy
  • Vain
  • Disobedient
  • Degree-Student Behavior
  • Poor Subject Knowledge
  • No Talents
  • Casual/Negative Attitude

The list is endless. We are a mix of all of this. Agreed. We accept it. We  have heard it over and over again infinite number of times. But isn’t it time someone actually revised the list and took note of the present day scenario? Maybe if someone did, he/she would find how the tables have turned.

  • Was CAM 2K15 not the first of its kind on campus? Was it not a success?
  • Have we not organized literally every Kerala Government conference and meet (except the ones at SCMS) at par and sometimes even better than PGDMs?
  • Did we not go on a final year tour this year? Something which doesn’t happen with PGDM or they don’t bother with.
  • What about the Fresher’s Day welcome this year? I think I heard someone say it was ‘historic’.

And now the most important accomplishment ever. From a batch that worked hard and prayed harder for a moment to prove ourselves. God’s been kind to us. We got three such moments.


We did it. All in two weeks. Months of frustration finally turned meaningful when we WON. No, we did not plan or strategize to win. In fact, we were quite hopeless – till the first win. TIll RCBS Inflore 2015 happened. That was where our batch came together to work as a unified team to win the damned fest!! That shiny trophy now rests peacefully on the shelf of our esteemed Director.

A week later, we bagged two more. One from MES and one from Alberts.

Whatever happened to PGDM? Either they came second or they went home.


Well this might sound very anti-PGDM in every sense. I would like to clarify that that is not the point I am trying to make.

I do not wish to slander anyone. All I mean is that its about time people (especially some) around here accepted the fact that MBA Batch 12 is as good as or even better than PGDM Batch 23 any given day! And not just our batch but every other batch. We don’t want to be appreciated on a daily or monthly basis (which won’t happen anyway). All we want is the comparison and derogatory talk to stop. Seriously, its annoying and now it just got boring.

funIf winning three championships fair and square after competing with whom you call the best and accomplishing everything we have so far doesn’t prove it, then I don’t know what will. But we won’t stop here. We did not win to make a point. We won because we CAN and we will continue to kick ass no matter what the rest of the world thinks or says.

Till the next victory, we shall NOT keep calm and remain just the way we are – with no regrets and nobody to impress! 😀



It’s that special day of the year when people (even those who don’t know you 😉 ) call you and text you to let you know you are on their mind and how much you mean to them. It’s your BIRTHDAY Bee!! 😀

This is your first b’day since we became friends.Even though we are not together on this day, your b’day is just as special as you are to me.  🙂

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