Freedom..

Freedom::

I soared in my thoughts and heart,

the flight would come later,my eyes smart,

I don`t know how it happened,I kept missing the dart,

I revel in the lucky escapade,for once the horse was driven by the cart.

The years gone by flash past me,

The failures I kept looking at,joy I never see,

I wanted that lowest fruit hanging on the tree,

finally god also acceded and said-"let it be"

The train of thoughts now was stranded in bliss,

Pain I no longer felt,depression!I gave that a miss,

The fangs of the devil were broken,futile were his hiss-hiss,

The fairy of success stooped,over & gave me a kiss.

Expressing my desire to take the plunge,

All excited I leaped ahead,I readied the lunge.

The galoshes were torn,the siege was over,

The janitor was now the courtesean,he was now sober,

I smelt the freedom of the flesh and the grey clover,

I took the sip from the freesdom fluid of the brewer.

Game..Set...Match....

See who is opposite the opponent...

You cannot take your eyes off this.The battle royale gets everybody`s heart to throb.The aura of the confrontation begins as soon as the umpire calls on the two players for the opening toss.One of them in his ususal bustling style,hopping on his side legs while the other just calmly swinging his racket as the umpire tosses the coin and make them shake their hands.

Then after the warmup the action begins...

Let...first serve...

I have watched many rivalries in the past.Becker-Edberg,Agassi-Sampras et al but none matches the energy and tension of this one.Federer-Nadal!!!.The one match that the world watches..the match that the world awaits for.I personally get the fever of expectations one day before.Primarily owing to the playing style of the two players,watching the contrasting style of play resulting in a dazzling strokeplay is a delight.Secondly due to the battle of the two personalities,rafa emerging as a great of the game,and federer a proven bot in the gentlemen`s tennis.And most importantly for the head to head record.Many people take the record of 14-8 in favour of nadal as something that dilutes this rivalry.But to me that is the most important ingredient of it all.The history!!the difference in numbers aren`t reflected in the play on court,its just an indication to the federer fans that rafael has the edge and in equal measure a silent memo to the rafa fans that roger is keen to erase the equation.
We all take sides,and almost all of us are biased in watching there matches.All of us root for either federer of nadal.Its like the voldemort-harry potter prophecy.None can live while the other survives.I haven`t met anyone who supports both.In short this rivalry is far from being neutral.So when you are in front of a TV( or in stadium if you are a lucky soul) you are either in the fedex corner giving him the gracious applause or in the rafa corner shouting vamos!vamos! in sync with the AV with rafa himself.
I have stopped analysing the graph of the two players purely because they are sitting at the pinnacle.They are at the summit in terms of the game that they possess.Numbers no longer matter.whether federer ends up with 20-22 grand slams or nadal eclispsing the grand slam record is meaningless,maybe to historians this number would matter.But just imagine!after one of them retires,what can you deduct out of it?Just the fact that who is the GOAT?Well I say bigger things are on line.The sweet taste of that victory over your prime opponent when you have given your heart,body and soul to every serve,every volley,every retreive,every forehand/backhand and every tweener.No one of the two will cry when the GOAT results are finally out,but they certainly shed a tear or two when they prevail a tough match in which if one was david then the other was certainly not goliath.

Let.... second serve...

The battles these two have had over the years are something to be cherished,the rivalry far from over is already ensured a golden mention in the great annuls of historian`s work.Somehow when these two enter the stage the court looks a tad short,the linesmen are under pressure(as both take the paint of the sidelines so very often),and the crowd numb and expectant.when I look at the sets these men play,I somehow get the wiff of the way a game is going.It is very difficult to discern who is the heavier of the two opponents but,just that extra,just that magic defines that differnce on the day.Indeed!!! both of them are magical to the core.Both of them make the arena unnecessary,the game is played invariably between the two only,in their minds,in their instincts and in their disposition,the few thousands in the stadium and the millions watching need not be for the occassion.
Many people have said it and I concur that both roger and rafa are completely different players when they play against each other.Rafael might bamboozle many with his top spin but he cannot outfox federer with that.Also roger might run away with the game against others if he is a break up,but certainly you cannot take it easy against the spanish matador himself.
But if you see through many things are common in their lives.I am not a paparazzi that I will peep into their personal life,but except their playing style both don`t say much expect when on court and those are the 3-5 hours I love to sit and stare.The balance of their rivalry is hanging on the very thread of how many times in near future will they meet.Last year of 2010 saw them meet 2 times only.So lets hope we see a dash of federer going against the spice of rafa more often in the season of 2011.

15-0

"The past"

Lucky me,I was born when pete sampras and roger federer played that wimbledon match.In more ways than one,it was the passing of the baton that took place that day.Federer tapped the ball once-twice and lo!there he was,in two-three years from his first GrandSlam win ,he was already threatening pistol pete`s record.Everyone was going Ga-Ga about his talent and his future.Those who were born in a time after pete left,it was a delight to watch another champion exhibit the game that made the legends.Of all I watched of federer,the thing that I look for most are the unbelievable shots or the 'aliens' as I prefer to call them.The supple movement that this 'once a ponytail boy' has makes it so much delightful to look at the ball just caressing the net of the racquet and bouncing on the other end of the net just to find nobody home.Just as the game of tennis has been elevated by this man,in equal measure with each success of his,he continued to widen the gap between him and other players to a yawning and inevitable level.
But as I got lucky the second time that nadal came around and brought that very much required spice in men`s tennis,we got to see
what lamborghinni had to offer while ferrari was running amok.The bull rafa very much brought out the human in roger as roger`s already dominant strature brought out the god in rafa.Past between them has been very famous if in any means less entertaining.Though federer and rafa were both categorised as surface players initially,they were quick to adapt.Federer winning the French open 09 and nadal winning the US open 10 meant that now both are above that par line.And in the past as their meetings have been majorly in semis or finals of events,they traded titles between them with exceptions like nole in aus open and del potro in us open.Though sports pundits like to call the past between them as tilted in favour of nadal,the really competitive matches have never been a watershed.But one can`t discount the bruises nadal has inflicted on the psyche of federer.So all in all,the past has been a lopsided bagel with more duff on the nadal side of pie.

30-0
"The present"

The present times are the most interesting ones in their rivalry(atleast I think so!).Not only they have to face each other eventually,but also have to go past the "already arrived and emerging" lot of murray,nole and soderling.Roger is according to many has past his prime,but to me he has been in his prime since his first wimbledon win in 03.The present form of roger can be best described as exploratory.He is exploring the possibility of improving his skills,many a matches I have watched him that he has tried different things and lost,even genius can be boring sometimes.As for rafael,his serve has really taken a big kick and his hard court play also has come leaps and bounds(literally!).There aren`t many players who can threaten the pedigree of nadal at this point of time.Federer and murray come close to eclipsing his ongoing rampage.
So at present sits a genius at number 2 spot,now above the numbers trying to immortalise himself with every game he plays and every shot that he makes,and at the other end is the numero uno who is making short work of historian`s ink and work.

30-15
"The records"

Nadal at 9 slams and fed at 16,a difference of 7.Throw in a olympic singles gold and the balance is almost on the keel.I am sure records matter to these guys but afterall its the years you have played tennis at the top level is what matters,longevity matters.
The day murray stops thinking about winning his maiden GrandSlam,he would win one.Sure,nadal has a decent chance of surpassing federer`s almost all records(23 straight SF is bit too much to repeat!),but then again federer would leave him a legacy that is marked by his almost amaranthine longevity,his almost divine fitness and his angelic demeanour.Its interesting to watch nadal behave in a federer match,he is all pumped up and fiery.He ought to be,there is cold ice at the other end,those players who just play without aggression(remember Del potro in US open?) tend to sink that much faster as they cut thru the ice of this fedex icerberg.
Maybe we can give rest to the record writing for few years and watch the action as when these two meet again.

30-30
"The game"

I feel that the game has been inordinately benifited from the presence of these two deities,well all of us know that.But imagine a game of tennis after sampras and agassi and no federer and no nadal.Woof!So much talent is there in these two that even the game looks smaller to them.I pity those federer fans who implicate and villify nadal and also I detest those nadal fans who pray for roger`s downfall.But that doesn`t mean I don`t take sides.I have my favourite and I root for him.But I love the game.And I positively feel like a child who is given his favourite toy when this mouthwatering clash takes place.

40-30
"The others"

Murray: I feel his time will come,he needs that luck in form of an injury to either nadal/federer or a easy draw or early exit of the two.But he is surely the star of the future.I can envision him taking the place of nadal in the current nadal-federer match and challenging nadal as nadal challenges federer.
Djokovic:The laugh riot serbian is a cool customer and a good shotmaker but needs to get his confidence back by winning another GS,best chances at the Aus open.
Soderling:The swede after running both federer and nadal close at french open in successive years needs to make it big now.He is the eternal dark horse and can take out any player on any day.
Del potro:To me the future champion of the others lot.The very young argentine is immensly talented and has the credentials and the hunger to make it big.He can very well end being the best of his era.
Roddick:Can spring few surprises in th years to come.I personally back him to win a wimbledon and another US open before he hangs up the racquet.

40-40
"the future"

I think we all have about 5-6 years of federer-nadal rivalry to savour.With about 20-24 potential GS Finals/Semis to go in this duration,I wish that we have these two making to the top two positions in every tournament(with due respect to the others contingent)
 Its early to call who will take home the GOAT crown,and its still undecided who is better of the two..Lets leave that discussion open and lets revel in their galaxy of strokeplay and root for these two geniuses.

Advantage....

Game..Set...Match....

Sher-O-Shayari..(4)

1.
Jab Jab tere chehre ko apni aankhon me utara,
Salakhon aur zanzeron main apne dil ko jakda paya,
Chhod de ye zid,azaad kar is quaid se mujhe,
Bol de aye bala,kyun is zakhm ko sheeshe ke dhaage se tune silwaya.

2.
Dekh le apne maathe par bichi silwaton ki shikan,
sun kar dekh tere ruh ki awaaz,uski sihran,
pher na lena apne gunahon se tu nazar,
apne rukhsaar par aane de tu sharm ki thodi fikar.

3.
Chhod diya hai ab paimane ko humne,
teri aankhon se ab piya karte hain,
khol diya hai is mehkhane ko sabhi ke liye kabse,
akele to ab jaam bhi ruswa kiya karte hain.

4.
Phirdous me aapke aane se hi khile hai ye gul,
aapki udan ke hi kayaal hai ye panchi,apni udaan gaye hai bhool,
kahi chale na jaana is jannat se,aap se hi hai yahaan ka har sool,
kirdaar hi hai hum sab is duniya main,pyar to baanta  hai sirf wo rasool.

5.
Tashreef jo laye aap is aashiq ke janaze pe,
Do katre mitti jo dal gaye aap meri kabra ke muhane pe,
mil gayi is ruh ko jannat,karzdar ho gaye hum aap ke is nazrane se,
zindagi to pesh kar hi chuka hoon aapke hozoor main,jannat bhi mil jaaye tujhe ye aah nikalti hai dil se is diwane ke.

6.
Har darakht par teri mehandi ke nishan hai,
Har kalrav me teri hi muskaan,
har shokh ada ki ho aap begum,
har mehfil ki ho aap jaan.

7.
Falak par kuch chamakta jo hai,
Ye sitaare nahi,aapke hasi ke sharare hain,
is mardood dil me kuch dhadakta jo hai,
wo dhadkan nahi,aapke hi kiye ishare hai.

8.
Sambhal ja aye namuraad,kehta hai wo peer,
muhabbat na kar,pachtayega,ro padegi taqdeer,
Par ye kambakhat dil kahan mane hai,phisalta hai ye balbeer,
Ishq to hum karenge hi,chahe khud sanam bhi utha le shamsheer.

9.
Afsana-e-muhabbat bayaan karne ka de zajba sabhi ko aye khuda,
na katl kar tu majnu,na kar kisi heer-raanjhe ko juda,
ata kar apni roshni ke noor tu sabhi aashiqon ko sada,
muhabbat hi dastoor hai zamane ka,ibarat me ishq lafz hi hai khuda.

10.
Taraane hum gungunate hai aaj teri yaad me,
Salaam karte hain beshaq, teri wafa ko apni fariyaad me,
Kahi bhi raho tum magar,ye zehan me rakhna ya rakh lo zubaan pe,
Har lafz tere hi aankhon se milta hai is zubaan ko,har jumla tere intezaar se.

  

3 poems ..

Riding in the wilderness!!!

Further from the light
I said,move away,
Sell me your dreams in sight
reality don`t hold sway,
There is no recourse in might,
small is now at mind`s bay.

Tommorrow I might run,
You keep your hands on the sill,
Subtle is my surprise pun,
Better be hand`s on for the thrill,
Again I caution you O pretty sun,
Never let me descend your charring hill.

Youth of the old,the energy behold,
Mould the wily one,who is the fearless,the bold,
Serenade`s the way the dreams are sold,
In lush green grass lawns I played,I rolled.

I travelled across the hedges,across the valleys 'O' deep,
I sauntered thru the tracks that were murky,I escaped the public peep,
But I missed the permanance,the hot tea sip,
I felt my eyes water at the thoughts of my garden,of that budding nip.

Straddled across the horse`s mane,I rode,
Were the handprints and the smell of those who were perched showed.

Lo and behold,There I am,
Without the pretense,sans the sham,
I bring with me the years gone by,
Never you worry now,never you cry.

The well now empty,stood in wilderness,
The thirst also subsided,even elixir fails to impress,
I miss that care,I remember that caress,
I live life like a vagabond,my sanity in duress.

Dollops of fog and mist ahead,
I look blind!
Casting my back eyes instead,
I stay behind!!

Figuring still,don`t figure,eyes red,
I take the grind!!!
Make the flour as henceforth said,
I hope you don`t mind!!!!

Puttin the reins on my steed,
I knock the ground,without the red mead,
The claps of the hands sound in distance,like a creed,
Welcome me again!!the tree is back to the seed.


Cricket...

Breaking the dawn for me,creaking the neghbour window at six,
there stood my friend,cricket!!! he called,C`mon!! he said..no risk,
I tiptoed across the room across to the door,an angry dad and cricket is not an shrewd mix,
Picking up the shoes from the rack,I jumped from the ledge,return time not fix.

Cracking the first four felt good,ouch!! the next ball found its way to my modesty,
My friends all were on fire today,I on the other hand a little rusty,
Blame the cold cold wind I said to the sniggering devils,blame on the morning so misty,
Next ball on my pads and I obliged,a flick to square leg,so elegent,so wristy.

The field set on leg side for the off break bowler the next over,
I hit a square cut right through legs of a fielder busy with putting his pullover,
I heared a scream,It seemed the ball had hit wicket keeper,he was bending over,
I danced down the track and hit the bowler for a towering six,much to his furore.

Roles reversed I had the red seamed cherry in my hand,
I puckered my nose,I rolled up my sleeves,arms ready to bend,
Batsman in front was trepid I knew,was ready to cover and fend,
I also gave him an ribs-full,leaving him writhing and clutching to mend.

The sun was out now and we started to sweat and swear,
With my 5 th wicket of the innings I knew the end was near,
Being welcomed to home by a beating and censure was my only fear,
Train of thoughts caught me offguard and I developed a muscle tear.

I limped off the field,
neither could bowl,nor could wield,
Agonised by the turn of events I decided to yield,
Atleast I won`t be reprimanded by dad now,my fate and leg both sealed.

Cricket field!!



Missed Call...

Hello !! Hello!! Hello!!

The call was not something ususal,something fishy was there in that call for carousal;
The number I earmarked for perusal,as the calls came well-nigh into the fading visual;

A rustling sound was the only thing I heard from the earpiece butted in the wax-hole;
The person couldn`t possibly was playing pun,more words come out even from the mouth of a mole;
Tell me the name I shouted!,I started to play nervously with my beared,tapped my boot sole;
The quiet increased,I disconnected the call for the tenth time,I thought now police has to play a role;

Measuring the sweat smell in my palms,I recounted the horror to my pals;
They conciled me,said my fear is unfounded,I am reacting like gals;

Though the caller never said a thing,I heared the unsaid loathe,
My head was already in a flux,mouth full of froth,
I vomited the anxiety,and asked him who are you,a tiger or a moth?,
He said,turn back!! I am standing right behind you,you sloth!!

And there he was,my own brother,turning me in,
A cackle escaped from my mouth,No one was the culprit,my fear was my only sin.

Mindless Meanderings ...(2)

Tombstone..

Serenade fountain,lush green garden,all elements were in order,
I slouched through the room of requirement,of cannon and fodder,
Blood stains all over me,axe in one hand,mind hell bent on murder,
I creaked open the door,the vision left me in a shudder.

The place had a foreboding of a disaster,apparent from the deserted common-room,
The residents probably heared my footsteps,or heared my voice`s boom,
Anger surfaced all over my face,hands shaking,thrashing;making room,
I cried revenge!!the punishment motor was starting..vroom vroom.

It is the same place that I was killed one year ago,
And today I will seek revenge no matter where they go,
Blood drooling from my deformed face,eyes gorged out,earlier were not so,
The curse of the sin bites back,whether you are john or joe.

The intestines that were now in the open,tasting air for first time,
are now infested by maggots and are the coiling evidence of the crime,
Having your head and feet turned backwards is not a nice feeling,stutter and mime,
The only thing intact was the thread of the soul that dragged the dilapidated body through muck and slime.

There they are,shadows of the hiding culprits,
I wont spare them for sure,even if they climb upon the highest pulpits,
I have also sharpen the family axe,it would slash their guts,would reduce them to bits,
The anger surges through my head turned back,the wretched souls demand pardon,sans any wits.

The axe comes down with great force and venom,blood thirsty,it glutted,
The end for the devil-kins came,there face now was a history,it suited,
Final insult was due though,so I came close, bent over them and spitted,
The revenge done,I headed back to my grave,rest beckoned me,hell ya! I mooted.

City ...

The concrete jungle,the wide-wide street,
The city so huge,the city so full of cars and fleet,
It had me in awe,it had me looking up to the buildings of glass,so neat,
The city looked beautiful till it started to rain,in hail and in sleet.

I waded through the unfamiliar minds and the cold facade,
The people here in the city are constricted and bound by the old retard,
Nature doesn`t come here,flowers don`t flower,there is no reward,
Its only humans without heart,much like a sword without scabbard.

Huge is the ambition here,huge is the ego of mind,the parlance a crass,
Fake identities rule here,fake is the vegetable,fake is the statue`s brass,
Rat race is what rules here,everyone is travelling cattle class,
Don`t tell me what do here,I am not willing to submit my soul,don`t tresspass.

One thing is there in these stony woods though,
Fun and frolics and booze and buzz,lo,
U won`t feel the time,as the race is same, to and fro,
Further there is no factor,to not to give upon the show.

I dread at living in this golden cage,
Lest my peace be thwarted with sorrow and rage,
I don`t like the chapter,please turn the ruddy page,
Better I go to a mountain,in the tutelage of a sage.


Sleep...

I closed my eyes in anticipation,
The sleep never came,I rolled in frustation,
The dream was only the waking type,no peace in seeing this projection,
I tried to count the goats in the fresco,even maths failed me after a certain selection.

Never I had been denied the luxury of the company of this blissful ancestor ,
This is the first time,I suspect it has something to do with the rising stupor,
Tell me oh lord,why my eyes refuse to shut shop,why they gaze longily at their cellar,
I beg you,never make me a somnoholic,I love to sleep,I love to be at heaven as a visitor.

Taking one pose of sleep after other,I grumbled,
Muttering incoherently to myself,I doubled,
Eyes stinging,my heart became restless and troubled,
This lack of sleep is killing me,my thoughts muddled.

Suddenly I remembered triaca pill,oh I can take that as cure,
I went to the medical store,to purchase it,my feet aching and sore,
The boy gave me a strip of tablets,five rows,in each row they were four,
I didn`t hesitate,I took them all,never counted the score,
Next thing I remembererd was that I fainted on the medic`s floor,
But hey,whats that,that pricking sensation on my shoulder?,pain galore,

I woke up from my dream,never had the pills and the problem I swore,
My wife sleeping peacefully alongside,unperturbed by my dream and my snore.

Eid Mubarak...

Eid ka hai ye mubarak sama,
Muqaddas hai aaj ki ye bayar,ye aabohawa,
Ibadat main guzar aaj waqt tu,dastoor milega kahaan,
Kar de pesh khuda ko apna naseeb,wo de dega tujhe sara jahaan.

Idi main de-de to aaj tu sabko teri ye muskaan,
Gale laga aam-o-khaas ko aaj tu,fark na kar aye insaan,
Bhula de gam apne,rashq ka mita de tu naamonishaan,
Kehta hai aaj ye manzar tujhe,pak kar le aaj tu apna imaan.

Sehme hue ka ban sahara,mushkilo me dabe hue ka ban tu rehguzar,
Kewal is mubarak din par hi nahi,harek pal hi tu rakh khuddar-nazar,
Karm karta ja too shaan-e-khuda ke,robaroo ho to sach se har pehar,
Badal de apni fitrat,na kar tu kisi se berukhi,na faila tu kehar.

Hoobahoo teri hi shakal ka hai wo allahtala,
Har darakht main hai uska guzara,har panchi ko deta hai wo niwala,
Shaan main uski koi nazm nahi hai kaafi,are wohi to hai shayar ko uski mausikhi ata karne wala,
Kayanaat main jo bhi dikhta hai tujhe benoor,sabra rakh,khuda phatthar ko bhi dega ekdin ujala.

Khushiyan baat,mehmano ko nosh karwa tu aaj,
sajne de gali-chaubare,bajne de saaz,
Ki aaj Eid hai,Gurbat nahi hai aaj ka riwaaz,
Khol dil keh sabhi ko Eid Mubarak tu,kar buland apni ye aawaz.

The MBA Story ...

The MBA poem...


Negotiating the contract of my MBA life,
Marketing the discontent in me now so very rife,
Accounting for the losses,pales me like a knife,
Still going strong though,strategising life for a future beautiful wife.

Celebrating the birthdays on the lawns,is very much ingrained in our organisational behaviour,
Sleeping in the classes which redefine boredom limits,was our new principles of management and our only saviour,
Rising apathy to grades or classes,became our new consumer behaviour,
Our demented psychology was dented further,no issues! more the merrier.

Issues that we had in the access of markets known as placements,
Even WTO couldn`t restrict subsidies to us that we expect from our lacks of investments,
We are global,economics national or international,won`t deter us from our dating committments,
Statistics helped in getting a correlation between love and future,to draft futher life agreements.

Racking our brains on how to trade the agri commodities,
We stumbled upon how to evaluate a project,its main nitty-gritties,
The information technology & the ERP pounded some more atrocities,
Atleast we studied Business Research Methods well,which I hope `ll save us from impeding calamities.

The Framework of the sectors got slowly diluted by the UWL scoring structure,
Attending Working Capital Management was unfortunately never a stricture,
International trade operations course to our dismay,came out to be a croppper,
IETP atleast taught us the economics which has substance and matter.

Some lucky souls went with student exchange,waded through snow and fun,
Albeit going to Singapore for port visit has no equal,nodded everyone without any pun.

Retail banking taught me difference between a cheque and bill of exchange,
Business ethics taught me nothing,can`t figure out the change,
Rural marketing targets marketing inclusion,covering its full range,
The numerous formats in retail marketing left my mind to derange.

We merrily set asail the ITL learning ship,
Oh no! another POM!stars in the class!!let me take a kip,
Business strategy talked the universe,except strategy,over which we took a skip,
Comprehensive Viva came and gone in a jiffy,get up!,I said!! bud in the nip!!

Came third trimester and we started learning on exotic parlance,
Spanish remained a mystery,we all looked at each other in stealy askance,
Mandarin!! thank god I never took upon,the noodle language must be a nuisance,
French is a language elite,so many test!phew!! salute to those who took this stance.

Business law crosshaired us to become business barristers,
In ARM we entertained with movies and games,were reduced to being mutual jestors,
Operations Research theorems mercilessly took away the crow of the roosters,
Dissertation we`ll give in last trimester,more of a burden really,a hole in the joy-holster.

Supply chain we applied for the booze,exam answers and other sins,
Trade finance catered to our "trade of finance" and profit wins,
CCM tried to take us unwillingly to other cultures`s underpinns,
GEEP creeped upon our senses,seeped in our psyches,dazed we looked! like ugly mannequinns.

Made a small talk of the busines communication course,never learned how to animadvert,
The hullabaloo of the Mergers and Acuisitions often had pupil`s ambitions subvert,
The Transparencies were not very transparent afterall in GSBD,fundae remained covert,
Personal touch in ITAM did very little to pursuade the non-class goers to convert.

I never took the risk associated with taking DRM as a subject,
Although CTPRM and ITCPM sound alike,they never made sense to me,hence the reject,
SAPM I don`t know much about,in ignorance I genuflect,
APM left me high and dry,ads my marketing ignorance I suspect.


Now here we are,at the threshold of the two year MBA journey that promised us the stars,
Live projects,CV points,competitions all fine,just give me my friends,everything else is a farce,
I think they are my resume,they are my dream profile,they are the Iphones,they are the fancy cars,
Looking back at the two years,I definitely can say that IIFTians are a different breed,and we definitely are from mars!!