P3Y - Paramji Papr Paramyog

When I found my stolen phone… We never realize how much we love our stuff unless we lose it…forever! And it is loathsome that despite the “wherewithal” that the modern technology has provided us with, we are too lazy to back up our valuable data. They really need to invent some cheap robotic arms to do all the work. That day I was in my college canteen having the usual Maggi , toast and tea (this is all the vegetarian food you can hope to get in Srinagar…oh yes! We always have the “ Krishna Dhaba ”!) when in order to find a cozy corner for myself away from those prying eyes and the nasty Sun, I shifted my chair inside. On my way back to the hostel, I realized that I had got so indulged in my meal that I forgot to take my cell phone along when I shifted places in the canteen. I whisked back to the canteen only to find it missing. My worst nightmare had come true. My very sleek Nokia that would never miss anybody’s coveting eye was STOLEN! I began to question everybody around and felt

When I got my first job at Mu Sigma... I am one of those people who feel very confident about anything they leap into wittingly. This time, although, I was so restless that neither shopping nor my cappuccino with whipped cream could mollify the butterflies in my stomach. The dry spell in the Chemical Engineering job sector had made me believe that I was not prolly going to get a job. I was thinking about M.Tech already and that wasn’t daydreaming since I had a good enough GATE score. To my rescue, there was this great sounding job prospective at Mu Sigma, a company that had been delaying its visit since long. I had not applied in the first go and badly regretted thereafter. In my winter vacations, I realized how rather apprehensive mother was about my future and stuff. That give me a kick to try for a job (until then I was not much bothered).  I kept a check on Facebook every day for some new notification regarding a company visit to our NIT campus. Just one day I could not log into F