There was never a longing for sun in Chennai as it is now. It has been a week, sun is held back by the thick clouds that look menacingly towards the earth. I still remember those days when sun would enquiringly peep above the horizon, searchingly shed light on the edge of my table cloth,…

There! There! Cried out a great laker at eight forty five on a bright morning, At the sight of vision in his head that was forming The rainbow in the sky receded into the background, While he treaded on the road to class, lonely and awkward In the class, he chided and others were thrilled,…

After filling her plate with bread sandwiches, a bowl full of cornflakes and hot milk, she proceeded to sit in a lonely corner of the canteen. There she held the sandwich loosely between her fingers and brought it closer to her mouth. She was in a rather pensive mood, for she bit into the sandwich…

Frigidity, ah I reprimand such an indecent display of nature’s will! She thought as she looked about her helplessly. Unhitching the torn sari’s end from the hatchet lying on the dried and woodened floor, she gaped at the horrific sight before her. Dusty wind stormed towards her, hurling dry twigs, sticks of wood and burnt…

He opened his eyes slowly, looked at his wife, first the chin, then the nose and finally the forehead. She was sewing, with her lips pursed (as all women do while sewing). He watched her intently, was it the morning’s fog that was rubbing its back against the bedroom window, was it the day’s first…

There has been a change in the atmosphere inside the campus. In the past couple of days, it has begun raining; the neatly ploughed fields beside the campus are drowned, the deepest of furrows marooned, only the tractor stands in the middle of the fields, lonely as if awaiting its turn to pluck the soil…

Just as a young man seated near the window in the general compartment of a moving train is troubled by a sleeper jolting against him, Great Lakers seated near the window of the world in the compartment term 4 of the moving course MBA are troubled by the state of sleeplessness jolting against them perpetually….

Ms. Jessie Paul with her almost effortless soothing voice presented to the class, the microcosm of brand building exercise. She asserted that the purer and traditional modes of marketing are increasingly becoming predictable, whereas the newer, innovative and unconventional practices (owing to their novelty, accessibility, flexibility and frugality) are mostly sought after in the current…

Mr. Srivatsa Krishna presented to the class, facts about India’s dominance in the world. He shared with us, figures on the infrastructure spending of India. And, he commented on the stark contrast between the two. Referring to some of the major and successful infrastructure programs of the recent times, such as the Golden Quadrilateral road…

Mr. Shiva Subramanian, in a passionate lecture professed to the students of Great Lakes, the need for refining the thinking process. He ideated the thinking process in class, holding a bottle of Bisleri in his hand. And, he exclaimed “Is there anyone in this world who cannot be creative?” Ms. Mrunalini with her placating voice…