1970 RELOADED…OLD IS GOLD…

I AM SURE THAT THE FOLLOWING HAPPENINGS IN OUR LIFE AT ONE POINT OF TIME WILL TAKE YOU BACK TO THOSE DAYS AGAIN…I USED TO THINK THAT WHATEVER WE ENJOYED AS CHILDREN IN THOSE DAYS , OUR CHILDREN MISS IT TODAY…. IT IS REALLY A PITY.

Natarajan..chennai

Fond memories

This will make sense only to Indians above 40 and having visited or lived in INDIA.
1. Though you may not publicly own up to this, at the age of 12-17 years, you were very proud of your first “Bell bottom” or your first “Maxi”or your first “Apache” jeans.

2. Phantom & Mandrake were your only true heroes. The brainy ones read “Competition Success Review”. (Absolutely true!)

3. Your “Camlin” geometry box & Natraj/Flora pencil was your prized possession.

4. The only “Holidays” you took were to go to your grandparents’ or your cousins’ houses.

5. Ice-cream meant only – either an orange stick, a vanilla stick – or a Choco Bar if you were better off than most.

6. You gave your neighbour’s phone number to others with a ‘c/o’ written against it because you had booked yours only 7 years ago and were still waiting for your number to come.

7. Your first family car (and the only one) was a Fiat or an Ambassador. This often had to be pushed by the entire family to get going.

8. The glass windows in the back seats used to get stuck at the two-thirds down level and used to irk you greatly! The window went down only if your puny arm could manage the tacky rotary handle to pull it down. Locking the door was easy. You just whacked the other tacky, non-rotary handle downwards.

9. Your mom had stitched the weirdest lace curtains for all the windows of the car. They were tied in the middle and if your dad was the comfort-oriented kinds, you had a magnificent small fan upfront.

10. Your parents were proud owners of HMT watches. You “earned” yours after SSC exams.

11. You have been to “Jumbo Circus”; have held your breath while the pretty young thing in the glittery skirt did acrobatics, quite enjoyed the elephants hitting football, the motorcyclist vrooming in the “Maut ka Gola” and it was politically okay to laugh your guts out at dwarfs hitting each other’s bottoms!

12. You at least once heard “Hawa Mahal” on the radio.

13. If you had a TV, it was normal to expect the neighborhood to gather around to watch the Chitrahaar or the Sunday movie. If you didn’t have a TV, you just went to a house that did. It mattered little if you knew the owners or not.

14. Sometimes the owners of these TVs got very creative and got a bi or even a tri-coloured anti-glare screen which they attached with two side clips onto their Weston TVs. That confused the hell out of you!

15. Black & White TVs weren’t so bad after all because cricket was played in whites.

16. You thought your Dad rocked because you got your own (the family’s; not your own own!) colour TV when the Asian Games started. Everyone else got the same idea as well and ever since, no one came over to your house and you didn’t go to anyone else’s.

17. You dreaded the death of any political leader because of the mourning they would announce on the TV. After all how much “Shastriya Sangeet” can a kid take? Salma Sultana also didn’t smile during the mourning.

18. You knew that “Indira Gandhi” was somebody really powerful and terribly important. And that’s all you needed to know.

19. The only “Gadgets” in the house were the TV, the Fridge and possibly a mixer.

20. All the gadgets had to be duly covered with a crochet cover and sometimes even with ingenious, custom-fit plastic covers.

21. Movies meant Rajesh Khanna or Amitabh Bachchan. Before the start of the movie you always had to watch the obligatory “Newsreel”.

22. You thought you were so rocking because you knew almost all the songs of Abba and Boney M.

23. Your hormones went crazy when you heard “Disco Deewane” by Naziya Hassan & Zoheb Hassan.

24. School teachers, your parents and even your neighbours could whack you and it was all okay.

25. Photograph taking was a big thing. You were lucky if your family owned a camera. A reel of 36 exposures was valuable hence it justified the half hour preparation & “setting” & the “posing” for each picture. Therefore, you have atleast one family picture where everyone is holding their breath and standing at attention!

26. During Diwali celebaration it was family clothes tailored from our favourite tailor down the road.

27. We walked to school or took a bus… the ones who got dropped by car were always RICH ones.

28. Our outdoor games were gully danda, marbles, stick in the mud , langdi, chupa chupi.

29. Going out to eat in a restaurant was an occasion may be once /twice in a year.

30. Mostly we managed with one pair of shoes for the whole year at school, our elder brother/sisters clothes , books were passed to us for school…

31. “Duckback” raincoats were premium what we could get starting the school in rainy season every year…

Did you hear anyone say, OLD IS GOLD?

EDGE OF OUR EARTH

 

THE EDGE OF EARTH – BUNDA CLIFFS OF AUSTRALIA

 


Photograph via Reddit

 

The vast Nullarbor Plain is the world’s largest limestone karst landscape covering an area of 270,000 square km, extending 2,000 km between Norseman and Ceduna. Two thirds of the Nullarbor is within Western Australia and one third is in South Australia.

The spectacular Bunda Cliffs and the Great Australian Bight border the area to the south and the northern border is the Great Victoria Desert.

The name Nullarbor derives from “no trees”, but the plain is covered with bluebush and saltbush plants, hardy shrubs that are drought-resistant and salt-tolerant. The outer edges of the Nullarbor house open woodlands of Myall acacias.

The 1984 Biological Survey of the Nullarbor identified:

– 794 vascular plant species
– 56 mammals – with one of Australia’s largest populations of southern hairy-nosed wombats
– 249 bird species – including the endemic Nullarbor Quail and Nareth Blue Bonnet
– 86 reptile species and 1 frog – Within the study areas a large number of new records and range extensions were recorded

SOURCE: WILDERNESS.ORG.AU

 

AN EYE OPENER FOR MANY OF US….

 

The New Manager – Human Resources
The man behind the job

AN EXCELLENT ARTICLE IN BUSINESS LINE ….AN EYE OPENER FOR MANY OF US, I AM SURE….

 

Natarajan….

 

 

 

We tend to refer to people by the jobs they do rather than their names. This can be disrespectful, especially lower down the professional order..

 

 

 

 


They also have their own unique identities. – K.V. Srinivasan

 

 

ARTICLE BY…Ranjini Manian

Over the last few months, I have been working with a young German intern, here to learn from India’s rich experience of inter-cultural adaptations at work. The learning has been mutual. I find that life’s lessons can come from anyone irrespective of their gender, generation or cultural origin. Learning is no more a one-way street. Was it ever?

My intern, let’s call him Max, has offered us many insights and different takes on our views. Some of what I learnt is not strictly business, but I felt it was very valuable in the larger context of human relations.

For instance, one morning, he came to speak to me about running an errand — delivering a letter to an important leader. “Shall I drop off the letter today?” he asked.

“Yes, please, Max, do that.”

“My driver will take you there, and you can try to speak to the Executive Assistant,” I added helpfully.

“Your driver?” said Max, stopping in his tracks. “You mean Rajan?… He is a person.”

“Yes, of course, you’re right, Rajan will take you,” I said hastily. And it made me think of the disconnect between what we profess and what we do in India.

We profess to have unity in diversity.

We profess to see oneness in all.

We profess to speak with respect.

Yet, every now and then, we are apt to forget the person and simply look at the job he or she is doing.

For the longest time I had been battling to establish the identity of the garbage collector who comes to my home on his rounds in the neighbourhood. People would say to each other at home, “ Kupai-karan is here” which translates as “garbage man” or “ kachada-wallah”. I would think, this man has a name given to him by his parents which defines him and is something he is proud of. Calling him by his name rather than referring to the “duty” he does would be respectful of his sensitivities. We found out he was called Ravi, and referred to him by name in due course.

But while talking to Max, I realised to my discomfiture that I had fallen into the trap of referring to a person by his “job description” rather than his actual name.

I’ve discussed in earlier articles the discomfort Westerners, particularly the Americans, have with being addressed as ‘Sir’ or ‘Ma’am’. “Why don’t our teammates just call us by our names?” they wonder. Well, it’s one thing to follow our tradition of showing respect to our superiors by addressing them as “Sir” or “Doctor” or even “Boss” and another matter when we reduce a person to a role that is perceived as being of a ‘lower order’.

“Guard, I am expecting a visitor, please let the car in”; “Watchman, where can I park?” — such references are common in, say, a big apartment complex where such jobs are usually manned by a shifting population of employees and we don’t take the time to find out their names.

There will be some who put up a reverse explanation about how the working class in India does not expect to be addressed by their names; they will tell you that the job description confers on them a degree of respect that being addressed by name does not provide. Yes, we Indians are comfortable using the word ‘ wallah’, as in the rickshaw- wallah and the chai-wallah. We gave importance to the role, not to the individual, and the West adopted it to an extent. But times have changed. We need to learn some good points from the West. An expat client once told me in disgust about an Indian who escorted him to a meeting. The man had apparently been giving terse directions to the driver. “Left … Second right,” and so on. His tone of voice and the fact that he was not polite while talking to the driver had irked the expat, who asked me to make sure that everyone we selected to work with him was sensitive to the dignity of others.

Let’s remember this as we go around in our hi-tech cities, software parks, amazing airports and malls, and come face-to-face with the people who clean the restrooms, the people who serve the coffee, the personnel directing traffic in the car parks, and the many ‘nameless’ others who keep the system running on well-oiled wheels.

When we address a person by his or her given name, we’re affirming her identity. And when we take the trouble to get the pronunciation and spelling correct, as well as any honorific that may go with the name, we’re offering due respect to the individual. Not to do so is unforgivable, because we’re showing we don’t value the person’s individuality and identity.

So, whether we’re referring to the famous few or the many men-in-the street, let’s remember that no one is faceless or nameless. Each of us is an individual, unique and special, irrespective of our status in the social pecking order. We each come with a bit of the divine in us!

Max gave me a timely reminder, and hey, I recommit to living in awareness of this good habit. What about you, new managers?

(The writer is CEO of http://www.globaladjustments.com. She can be reached at info@globaladjustments.

 


 


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WHY FEAR WHEN I AM THERE

I am sharing this article  which i read in SAI SAMARPAN  recently for the benefit of all SAI devotees…  this true story once again reaffirms the  saying of BABA  ” WHY FEAR WHEN I AM THERE “…..  OM SAI RAM…

Natarajan

SAMARPAN | JULY 2010 | 54 http://forum.spiritualindia.org
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Green Traveler Bag
By: B. Satyanarayana
This is just to share my experience which happened recently in Brussels (Belgium), and also to
urge everyone to keep faith in GOD. This small story tells you that a true and honest follower
never ends up his/her career/life in troubles. Though some problems come across, but they are
just because of the past sins. So we must be patient enough to receive GOD’s love. HE alone
knows what to give and how to take care of us.
I had arrived in Brussels (along with my wife and little daughter) on 5 January 2010 to continue
my Post-Doctoral research work at the University Libre Bruxelles (ULB) for 3-years (i.e. up to
December 2012). In fact, I have been roaming in different countries (e.g. Sri Lanka, China and
Malaysia) for the last 10 years with my teaching/research oriented jobs, even before and after
completing my Ph.D. at Andhra University (with Marine Biology specialization). Somehow, there
was no opportunity for me to stay and work in India so far, though I attended several interviews
in person as well as via teleconferences. I used to tell my friends and family that I am more SAMARPAN | JULY 2010 | 55 http://forum.spiritualindia.org
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confident in getting a job abroad than in India. This is always true in my case. Anyway, I hope
and pray that I get some opportunity in India.
It was winter in Brussels where the temperature was fluctuating between -6 and 20 C. So it was
a very tough life for Asians like me after spending several years in the tropical weather/climate
elsewhere. We were even hesitating to go out, thinking of the cold. Anyway, people who enter
Brussels must report personally to the local immigration authorities within 8-days (at a place
called – Commune Center). So, we three left our house on the day-5 (i.e. on 10 Jan 2010) for the
same and finished successfully by taking 3 modes of transport (bus, metro and tram) to go and
comeback. On our way back, we suddenly realized that we have missed our traveler bag
somewhere. You won’t believe, this bag was our LIFE, containing all our 3 passports, Indian
currency, digital camera and most importantly the educational (originals from 10 to Ph.D.)
certificates.
As soon as we realized this fact, we almost fainted. My wife started crying and stooped down
on the thick layer of ice outside the house. I was also in the same situation, but could not
express my feelings so easily. But my little daughter (1.5 years old) was relatively quiet as if she
knew the fact that nothing worse will happen. Yes, children are none other than the form of
GOD as we believe. Immediately, I called my Professor, but he was busy with student’s
examination. So we were left totally helpless and simply waited for another bus to go to the last
point (i.e. bus stop). We started praying GOD to save our lives. At one stage, I also thought of
ending my life if we would not find our bag. It is not that I am foolish, but the reason is so
simple that there was no job for me in India even after having all my credentials in hand, and in
case I lost them and went back then how miserable my future would be?
At last we reached our last bus stop point nearly after 1 hour. That stop bus stop was a big
junction and always crowded with many students and visitors. As soon as we reached that
place, I ran out of the bus and went to the place where we three had waited for the bus earlier.
It was really a wonder and miracle that our GREEN TRAVELER BAG was just untouched and was
lying at the same place where we left it unknowingly. There was no limit for our tears and
happiness, and we thanked our GOD and elders for their blessings. I am now here in Brussels
and doing fine just because of HIS grace. Possibly, one day I will also achieve my dream of
having my job in India with the grace of his holiness.
JAI SAI RAM

MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD DAYS IN COIMBATORE

When i read this ARTICLE in  THE HINDU  on March 20 2012 …  i also went back to the golden days of my school days at.. coimbatore
 I too  have seen lot of movies at Light House theatre R.S.Puram ..As mentioned in this article . Not only curd seller used to come to our house but also used to make  pure ghee out of the butter with a perfect boiling of butter in front of your eyes!!!  …we the young lot used  to wait for the KASANDU—remains of butter boiling– and enjoy this bye product  with KARUPPATI or JAGGERY AND Murungakeerai!!!!!   —-WHAT A DELICIOUS DISH IT WAS!!!!
Thanks to this LOVELY ARTICLE  in THE HINDU  OF MARCH 20   2012     ……”MEMORIES OF COIMBATORE- WNEN THE CURD-SELLER CAME HOME ”  BY AKILA KANNADASAN
C.S.Ramakrishnan Photo:M.Periasamy

THE HINDUC.S.Ramakrishnan Photo:M.Periasamy

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PHOTOS

Empty spaces on Oppanakara Street in the 1950s Photo Courtesy: G.D.Naidu Museum

C.S. Ramakrishnan remembers a leisurely Coimbatore with horse-drawn carriages, near-empty roadsand sweet cucumbers grown around Valankulam

“Gopala?”

“Enna sir?”

“Enga pora?”

“Cinemakku poren”

“Enna cinema?”

“Sivakavi”

“Enga nadakkudthu?”

“Edison Theatre”

“Yaar nadikkira?”

“Thyagaraja Bhagavathar”

Two men orchestrated this conversation as they walked along the streets in the evenings. They were advertising a new movie in town. On their heads, they balanced gas-lights with posters of the movie pasted on them. A band travelled in a bullock-cart in the mornings to promote the movie. Men distributed colourful notices as the cart went around. Little boys followed it, hoping to get hold of a poster or two.

I remember Coimbatore as a quieter place. Horse-drawn carts were seen everywhere. You could travel to the railway station for two annas. Tubs filled with water were placed along the way — the horses would often pause to drink from them. They would sometimes stop right there and fall asleep!

There were fewer buses on the roads — most of them belonged to companies such as UMS, ABT and MCS. ABT’s buses were coloured green on the sides, MCS had aluminium-coloured buses and UMS’s buses were saffron-coloured. You had to pay something extra to occupy the front seats of Ooty-bound buses. For, you got a good view of the scenic hill-station as you rode.

My grandfather lived on Telugu Brahmin Street. The area was isolated, with just the occasional cycle and horse-cart. When my cousins and I visited him during the holidays, we played a game that we made-up. The horse-carts had license numbers and we would add them up each time they crossed us — the one who had the biggest total, won.

We watched movies in Light-House Theatre on R.S. Puram. As we waited in our seats for the movie to start, we could admire the moon and stars projected on the ceiling and walls. In the summers, we would walk by Valankulam, and eat such sweet cucumbers. People cultivated them on the banks and sold them there.

When Soviet leaders Khrushchev and Bulganin visited the city in the 1950s, my friends and I cycled all the way from Tirupur to see them. Bulganin sipped tender coconut in a farm in Vadamadurai — even today the place is called ‘Bulganin thottam’!

If our family wanted to pray at the Marudhamalai temple, we had to inform the gurukkal, who lived in Vadavalli, a day in advance. We would start at dawn in a bullock-cart, and the gurukkal would come along. There was a huge depression on the road along the way. It was called ‘Yaanai Pallam’. Travellers dreaded to cross it, for there were chances of being ambushed by bandits who lay in wait there. Once we reached the foothills, we would get off the cart and trek up the hill — there were no tar roads in Marudhamalai in the 1940s.

Lunch in Venkatesa Lodge near Railway Junction was an interesting affair. It was frequented by cotton merchants from Tirupur who came to do business in Coimbatore. After a hearty meal eaten on a plantain leaf, they would sit under a peepul tree and discuss cotton prices. It was said that if you wanted to know the trend of Coimbatore’s cotton market, all you had to do was have lunch at Venkatesa! As it was a time not many of us had radios at home, we would all crowd in front of Ideal Lodge on DB Road to listen to cricket commentary from a loudspeaker.

Before electricity came to the city, oil-lamps on high poles served as street-lights. Every evening, a man would arrive at around 6 p.m. with a ladder to wipe the glass covering, pour oil and light the lamp. We had a thayir kaari who brought thick curds home every morning. She carried a basket on her head with 10-15 pots of curds, balancing the lot without using her hands! After delivering a pot, she would draw a line on the wall of the customer’s house using red earth. This was her way of keeping accounts. The line was sometimes thick and sometimes thin, based on the quantity of curds she sold. At the end of the month, she would add them all up for her payment!

SOURCE…THE HINDU  ..MARCH 20 2012

” TEE” KADAI TAMIZHAA!!!!!

 

”TEE’   KADAI  TAMIZHAA!!!!!!—source Business line …
Trend and tees at Dude Thamizha. Photo: R. Ravindran
Trend and tees at Dude Thamizha. Photo: R. Ravindran
It’s now cool to wear Tamil on your sleeve. Brand Thamizha is here
Peppy Tamil songs blare out of speakers placed strategically behind an old Murphy radio. There are glass jars with coloured T-shirts, a blackboard chalks out the day’s specials (complete with a pillaiyar suzhi on top) and mannequins are replaced by scarecrows that inhabit the fields. This ‘Tee’ Kadai is conspicuously situated on the first floor at Citi Centre and sells T-shirts under a brand name that explains it all — Dude Thamizha.
A brainchild of Nandhini Charanyaa and J. Senthilnathan, Dude Thamizha celebrates the lighter side of Tamil. “This isn’t a new idea,” says Nathan, “but a new execution of an old idea. We’ve both been in the advertising field for a long time and wanted to launch our own product.” The T-shirts explore different aspects of quintessential Tamil culture such as a cassette reel that squiggles into a silhouette of Ilaiyaraja. “We wanted to highlight the small things, habits that we adore. We have a ‘bajji hut’ T-shirt, because we’re all addicted to it. Our bestsellers are the two tees with Goundamani dialogues; ‘Petromax light-e than venuma?’ and ‘Arasiyalla ithellam sagajamappa’,” says Nandhini.

MORE CHARACTER

The ‘Tee’ Kadai concept has gotten a lot of attention (it opened a month ago) with passersby literally taking it for a tea shop. “We love tea shops and tend to spend a lot of time there. The place has so much character. We wanted to celebrate that. A lot of people here think we’re actually selling tea and coffee. The other day an old man asked us for tea with less sugar,” says Nathan.
Dude Tamizha T-shirts have charmed Chennaites and Tamilians across the globe. “I think the humour has got us the attention,” says Nandhini. “Our Tees are fashionable yet bring back fond memories of childhood. Besides, to do our bit for the environment, we use recycled paper bags, that too Tamil newspapers,” smiles Nathan.
Keywords: Dude Tamizha

SUCCESS STORY OF SSN STUDENTS CHENNAI

Village school to IT campus

SHASHI RAVICHANDRAN

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Future perfect: Some of the rural merit scholarship students of SSN College of Engineering, Chennai, who have received job offers through campus recruitment. - Photo: Shashi Ravichandran.
Future perfect: Some of the rural merit scholarship students of SSN College of Engineering, Chennai, who have received job offers through campus recruitment. – Photo: Shashi Ravichandran.

First-generation learners turn engineers under a rural scholarship programme at a Chennai college, and find placements in leading companies.

 

They walked into the room one after another — Divya, Krithika, Sivapathy, Bhuvaneshwaran and Paneerselvam — and they had two things in common: a smile stretching from ear to ear, and bristling excitement that they tried unsuccessfully to keep under check. All five, final-year students at Chennai’s SSN College of Engineering, had just emerged from campus interviews with job offers from leading companies such as Infosys, Wipro, HCL, Cognizant Technology Solutions, Sanmar Engineering and Flextronics. So what’s special about this scenario, played out annually across campuses, you might ask. The five of them, along with 14 other students in their college, are first-generation learners emerging out of rural Government high schools. They are the first batch of resident rural merit scholarship holders selected by the college under a unique programme launched four years ago.

Coming from schools that offer the barest minimum in facilities or faculty, many of them juggled studies with a job — be it rag picking, goat herding, lorry cleaning or coolie work — to supplement their family income. Some even arrived barefoot for their college admission interview.

The faculty encouraged and motivated the students, helping them gain confidence.

Divya, the daughter of an auto driver from Thiruvallur, recalls how scared she felt when she first joined SSN. “Everyone was speaking in English; I felt embarrassed and self-conscious, and was reluctant to speak up even when I did not understand something in class. But today I am confident about myself and very comfortable with English.”

Divya has an offer from Cognizant and looks forward to taking up her first job. “I want to be creative about finding solutions and stand out as a team player,” she says.

The rural scholarship programme was established by Shiv Nadar, founder of HCL and the Shiv Nadar Foundation. It was conceived by Kala Vijayakumar, President of SSN Institutions (an initiative of SNF), in keeping with Nadar’s vision of ‘levelling the playing field across all economic strata’ through equal opportunity in education. The scholarship programme aimed to reach out each year to 20 economically disadvantaged children from rural government schools through a merit-based selection process (the number of scholarships has gradually been increased to 25). The objective was to train and mainstream them to lead productive and socially responsible lives. But this proved easier said than done.

SSN secured a list of 800-plus government schools in rural areas from the Directorate of School Education in Tamil Nadu. The college wrote to all of them about the scholarship scheme, asking for names of toppers in the Maths/ Physics/ Chemistry stream. It heard back from less than 150. Of this pool, 20 were picked. The scholarship entitles them to free tuition, board and lodge.

The students were asked to join one month ahead of the regular stream to receive special coaching in English and social skills. Through newspapers and films, they were familiarised with urban lifestyles. They were taught conversation skills to enable them to interact confidently with peers.

Their mentor was Dr K. Kasthuri, Dean of PG Studies, who has taught in colleges for more than 45 years.

“We assigned one faculty member for every two students to follow their progress, encourage them and give personal attention… initially many of the children had trouble clearing their exams, but we did not give up on them and they caught up with the rest of the class within about eighteen months. They became so comfortable that soon some of them headed professional forums in their departments, and others shone as class toppers,” says Kasthuri.

Krithika, for instance, discovered she was good in oratorical competitions. “I was surprised at how well I did,” says this youngster from Karur.

On completion of the four-year course, the scholarship students are given fifteen days’ training in personality development and soft skills, including how to face job interviews. Nine out of the first batch of 19 students have received not one, but two job offers from premier companies, with salaries averaging Rs 3 lakh and above.

“I am so excited by my transformation over these four years that I want to be a role model and help other children like me,” says Krithika, who is all set to soon join HCL.

 

Grit, determination… and graduation!

Sivapathy from Andimadam, in Tamil Nadu, is the son of a weaver who earns about Rs 1,100 a month. He was able to study up to Std XII after bagging the Government’s talent test scholarship of Rs 1,000 a year. “I had no support, but I was determined to study hard and make a mark. I am very lucky I got into such a prestigious engineering college through the rural merit scholarship programme,” he says.

Currently the Student Secretary of the college’s IEEE chapter, he received two job offers and decided to join HCL. His salary will make a major difference to his family and he can pay for his sister’s education too. “I would like to give back to society by helping other children like me who lack resources to study,” he says, adding that he wishes to contribute to the SSN Trust for rural students. His heart is equally set on getting an MBA after some years of work.

Bhuvaneshwaran from Gobichettypalayam will soon join Infosys. With a love for research, he wants to become a professor after getting his PhD. He is the first graduate in his family and wishes to be a role model for first-generation learners like him.

Paneerselvam from Vizhupuram is the first graduate in his entire village. “I am very excited. I have made it to this point only because of SSN, and especially because of our Dean. He provided great inspiration and encouragement for me. He helped me improve my communication skills and build confidence,” he says.

In love with what he is currently working on in college — a project in cloud computing — he wants to become a domain specialist in that area. “My entire village looks at me differently now,” he says with a twinkle in his eye.

In fact, he has motivated a childhood friend to gain admission to SSN through the same scholarship programme. After he takes up his job at Wipro, Paneerselvam hopes to send money home to his family and later pursue an M.Tech degree.