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Food Inc: A Review

– Aasim Pasha, III B.Com This post was originally published in The TV Ratings Guide, a blog run by Aasim Pasha of III B.Com. Visit the blog to read more such reviews. Ever since I was a child, I was fascinated with food, but only for its consumption. Regardless of any situation, the desire for…

A Message from Afghanistan

 – Saghar Ada Naturally people wish for things they don’t have. For example, during the daylight when one sees others wearing sunglasses, she wishes for having like those sunglasses so that she could protect her eyes from the sun rays. But exactly unlike her, those already wearing the sunglasses don’t enjoy from wearing what another…

Ellipsis 2015

Ellipsis is the intra-collegiate literary festival of St. Joseph’s College of Commerce to be held on 11 August 2015. Ellipsis, a sequence of three dots, can express what a lot of words can’t. It is the silence after speech. It communicates more than words. This festival is an attempt to explore the interstice between speech…

Helping Hands

– Shreya N Chopda The meaning of life is to give meaning to life. It isn’t unusual for people to say that they want to give back to the society that cradled them. But how many actually take the detour out of their routine to serve? This query of mine was answered not by words but by…

A chat with Chetta

– Anjana Narayan Have you ever wondered how the Josephite hangout place came into being? I recently had a chat with the Chettas owner. He went on to tell me the story. It was established 15 years back by Mr. Thamban. He is a malayali and  is the owner of  ‘SK Bakery and Juice centre’…

First Bell

– Pratima Prakash As I grumpily shut my alarm clock, the sunlight streaming through the curtains jolted me to reality. Today was the day I graduate from being a “school student” to a “college girl”. Today was my first day in college.  On my way to college, a zillion anxious thoughts about my first day…

Pink

She glanced at herself, and winced. Trailing her fingers across the mauve smudge of battered dreams, right above her cheekbone. She reached out for her second skin, lying packaged in a pale pink tube. It’s concealed. – Vijetha Jessica