CAT chaos -I

The CAT kicked off amidst great excitement at various centres across India. However, major chaos has broken out with reports of servers crashing and students unable to take their exam.

Preliminary reports indicate the handiwork of some MNS youth appearing for the exam. It appears that the trigger for their action was a question in the Data Interpretaion set which had information about the different languages that 500 students studying in four different schools in Maharashtra spoke. Apparently, one of the questions corresponding to that set went along the lines of, "At least how many students speak Marathi?" with none of the answer choices reading 500. To make matters worse, the question had 0 as one of the options.

Incensed, these youth seem to have gone on a rampage damaging all examination servers they could lay their hands on. On being asked to comment, the Chairman of the CAT had this to say, "Aise bade exam mein aise chote chote cheezein hoti hai". A Cabinet Meeting has been called to address the issue and it seems that as a conciliatory tactic, Marathi in the question will be replaced by Tamil. The DMK is said to be monitoring the situation closely. More information as soon as more news breaks out......

Cul-de-sac

The horizon was begiining to blur as he gazed at the distance in the dark of the night. He had been given 12 months to put it all together but he had failed miserably. Unlike in the past, he was running away from reality and ducking challenges. He was feeling lonely and had started questioning the purpose of existence.

He had stopped playing the beautiful game; he hadn't bowled full throttle the way he used to love doing in college for over four months; he had quit newspapers too, something he hadn't done all his life. His food habbits had become wayward and he had taken recourse to torturing his body. He had shed 4 kilograms over the last week.

All of this wasn't new to him. He had been through all this and much more a couple of years ago but then he had known the cause all along and where the salvation was, just that he had become too weary to make that effort. This time around, he knew that there wasn't going to be any salvation.

He had tried reasoning out with many people but all the counsel had left his mind muddled.

Maybe, he was just going through a bad phase. His soul-mate had fallen seriously ill; he had had one of the nastiest tiffs in his life with his punching bag for all seasons; one of the nicest persons he had ever come across had left him to build his own canvas; Liverpool were having one of their worst seasons ever and India were contriving to lose cricket matches.

It had to change quickly for his sake. He realised that he needed a change in his environs. He packed his bags and....

Cul