Sneak Peek And Quickquotes grabs the mike this time to say...

December 2009 After a two month long hiatus, we are back to bring you the third
issue of our magazine. The past two months have been a drab for
(Volume I, Issue III)
most of us, many thanks to the semester exams and the two-week
Stories long holidays, that felt like the Pongal holidays. And now we have
The Serpent’s trust returned to our nest and are comfortably seated in classrooms, only
Flash fiction – Racecar
to dream about the actual Pongal holidays!
We, at the English Literary Society, have become slightly handi-
Columns
And that’s what it’s all about capped due to a couple of final years (Slither, Ryan, Sanu) having
The nth harmonic: gone to more cosmopolitan cities to take up internships there. You
Metallica people will be sorely missed (Very evident because you won’t find
Burp!: Ryan’s ‘Life in 3 boxes’ in this issue).
The Village
Going by the book: While I sit in front of this white screen and shoot out black charac-
The Lost Symbol ters on it, I scratch my head to wonder if I should call this season,
The projector and the popcorn: ‘the festive season’ or something else. As far as Tech goes, the place-
Nerukku Ner (1997) ment season is in the air, what with every single student (irrespective
of their positions in the engineering student ladder) talking about
And many
core and peripheral(?) companies, soft skills, ‘apti’, GD and shar-
more..
ing interesting anecdotes (the most common one being ‘Dei/Di, this
Road Speak
The Road to Copenhagen guy/girl I know, went for the CTS interview and said ‘I want to get
The world that isn’t into TCS because…’ and avlodhaan, that person was chucked out of
The writing on paper the room, da/di’). While there is a bunch of people enrolling them-
Crossword 3.0
selves for CAT and GRE classes, there are others slogging it out hard
for the upcoming GATE. There are students frantically applying for
summer internships, this winter and there are also students mailing
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It) is in the pipeline! Umpteen numbers of I lie everywhere,
websites on the internet, popular columns in Witness to the life that
newspapers and discussion threads in forums Bustles on me- and
chew over 21-12-2012, break their heads over Occasionally ends on me.
what could be done to save the world, who
and what are the potential threats and they A million wheels converse
even give tips on how to survive the disas- With me any day;
ter ! (Pretty cool, I say!). I came across this The contraptions, they propel-
post on a forum, that enlightens people on the Are they dragons? I wonder-
‘100 items that disappear first in a disaster’ Exhaling, not fire, but air-
(According to the author, generators are the Air that kills!
ones that disappear first in a disaster and goats
and chickens are the last to disappear. He is Fluids spring on me-
precise enough to ask us to use “Strike Any- Those of betel and of phlegm.
where” matches, because according to him My counterparts abroad
‘boxed, wooden matches will go first’). One Are exempted from this,
Mayan priest himself has to disagree with his But I don’t envy them, for
counterparts, regarding the Mayan calendar They are not as entertained as me.
predicting the end of the world in 2012. He
has to say that this is just a major calendar Variety in life, I can talk about.
change - the equivalent of Y2K with a reset- For I see the millionaire in his car
ting of calendar to zero-zero-zero-zero-zero. As well as the pavement-resident pauper.
Well, one part of me yelps an ‘Ack!’, while Neither is entirely happy.
the other part of me (that dons a pince-nez and The former fears his business rivals
utters profound statements) says ‘Live each And relishes his six-digit profits.
day like there is no tomorrow. We don’t need The latter fears his kid starving another night
a Dec 21 2012 warning to tell us how to cel- And relishes his two-digit daily wage.
ebrate each day of our lives, do we?’
And..umm..what else? Tall buildings grow on both my sides,
Stacked upto the sky, they appear!
Congested homes and work places
In these stacks exist.
ROAD SPEAK I do hate these stacks, for,
They have taken away my companions-
My friendly and ever protective trees.
A nigger of sorts,
Made of tar,
An onlooker of Life and Death-
I will live on, unfazed, until
The next group of men and machines
Dig me up for multifarious needs
And restitch my torn being.
A bump-filled life will then resume.
Shilpa Suresh
III B.E. ECE
THE ROAD TO COPENHAGEN
‘Ours is not a reasonable stance. It is based on
our world view that the whole world is a fam-
ily and our principles of inclusive growth and
measurement’.
-Manmohan Singh
The Copenhagen summit happens to be an ad-
vent in the adversity. It is an eye- opener for
all of us who have been the cause of the ex-
ploitation of mother Earth and seen the New-
ton’s 3rd law actually happen, in front of our
own eyes. It is not only the responsibility of
the 194 big shots of the world to introduce and
follow reforms; every individual has a part to
play. Let us not think of ourselves as an indi-
vidual, not think of us, as a country but as a
family, the homosapien family.
According to a recent survey, if we continue
using our coal reserves in the way we have
always been using, within four years the coal
and petroleum resources in our natural home
would perish. The temperature of the earth is
increasing at the rate of 40C per year. Due to
this the ice caps are melting at a faster rate.
As a consequence of this, by the end of the
next decade three quarters of the earth would
have submerged. If this situation continues,
by the end of 2040 this planet would have to
be termed MERCURY-2.
Keeping in mind the proverb - ‘Little drops
of water make up the mighty ocean’, we the
engineers of P.S.G tech can follow certain
small steps which can have a positive effect
on the environment, the small steps being:
• Switch off all the lights and fans wher-
ever unnecessary.
• Never put the computer in sleep mode.
It consumes more power than when it is
working.
• Never overcharge mobile phones or
laptops. It is a source of inorganic waste.
• Avoid littering in public places.
• Plant more trees wherever possible.
• Use public transport. It is always a
better option.
• Educate people about the proper use
of resources.
• Suggest methods and devices which
can reduce excessive consumption of energy.
P.Narendran
III B.E. ECE (G2)
AND THAT’S WHAT IT’S ALL
ABOUT
“Let us be the change, we want to see”
Ever since I was a little kid I’ve been a big
fan of Christmas. Yes, I do know that Santa
Claus doesn’t exist; and even though it was very painful for me to accept that, I wouldn’t let it
affect my Christmas cheer. The highlight of the holiday season would be the fact that it is the
one time of the year that the whole family comes together. My family, the noisy bunch that we
are and always will be, celebrates Christmas with great gusto! My favourite Christmas past
time would be to turn off all the lights except the ones on the tree and just watch them change
colours slowly! Be it putting up the Christmas tree or singing Christmas carols or annoying my
parents with my Christmas present wish list – I have done them all! They say that old habits
die hard, but this was the one old habit I was willing to take to my grave!!
Fast forward to the year 2009 and I find myself in an utterly different scenario. Between run-
ning to class ( because you’re late like always) and finishing assignments that are long over-
due, I think it’s safe to say that it’s pretty much impossible to get time to find a Christmas tree,
let alone to decorate one. This sudden realization of living a Christmas-less December did not
appeal to me at all. In fact I found myself wallowing in my misfortune and being consumed
by homesickness. Rather than being Santa’s little helper I turned out to be more like Ebenezer
Scrooge. I have been asking myself truck loads of questions - Where is the Christmas tree?
Why hasn’t anyone hung Christmas stars? Why can’t I hear any carols? And what on earth
happened to Christmas holidays???
Well after a lot of self pitying and complaining and cribbing, I have finally decided to not go
down without a fight. If Christmas won’t come to me, then I’ll just have to come to Christmas.
First things first, I’m going to find the brightest star to hang in my room and then I shall just
annoy my college mates with my continuous braying of Christmas carols!!! So dear readers,
as a start of this year’s Christmas festivities here’s wishing you a very Merry Christmas!!!!

Meks

THE WORLD THAT ISN’T

I have never believed in parallel universes and the idea of alternate planes of existence from
our own. But recently I came across something that could be called a parallel universe in some
sense. The World of warcraft (WOW) released by Blizzard (makers of the path breaking War-
craft series) is literally a world of its own. World of warcraft is an MMORPG (that iss Mas-
sively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game). With over 12 million subscribers worldwide
playing the game, it deserves to be called something more than just massive. An MMORPG
is much different from our regular PC genres. You won’t be playing the game alone, at any
point of time you will find yourself sharing the world with millions of other players scattered
across the globe. And by “other players” I don’t mean any scripted AI, preprogrammed by the
developers, but real people. You will be playing a character in the game along with millions of
other players in a world very much similar to our own in dimensions. The virtual world spans
for millions of miles separated into continents and realms. That’s what sets an MMORPG apart
from rest of the gaming genres but what makes the WOW standout is its elaborate, exotic en-
vironment and its immersive game play. For instance you are required to learn specific craft
apart from the game’s main objective of completing quests and upgrading your character. You
can learn mining, leather tanning, hunting etc and sell your goods for gold. There are banks in
every realm where you deposit your gold for an interest. There are even auction houses where
you can buy and sell weapons from players across the globe. The virtual world even celebrates
festivals like New Year, Halloween, Brewfest (something similar to Oktoberfest). A group of
people can form a guild and complete quests together (akin to coop modes in FPS). They can
even maintain a joint account in banks.
The influence of WOW has extended far beyond its own world. Players in
Korea and China have formed trade associations through which they sell WOW artifacts for
real world money. One particular rare weapon fetched a whopping $5000. The game was also
suggested as a model to study the breakout of an epidemic when a glitch in the game caused
a disease called “corrupted blood” to spread through the world. Players affected with this
disease took damage over time and spread it to other players by standing close to them. This
incident was also quoted by the Center of Terrorism and Intelligence Studies as a powerful
way to study how terrorist cells operate because it involved real people making real decisions.
The game also became the subject for many PhD theses (I came across a paper on “Traffic
management in world of warcraft”). The game was also blamed for its addiction and China had
to restrict the playing time to 4 hours a day. This could well be the most perfect recreation of a
society made virtually and in some sense, it is an alternate plane of existence.

Sri Hari
IV B.E. CSE(G2)

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 THE SERPENT’S TRUST
In the previous issue… For three years, he had remained undercover- working close to the
dangerous Columbian drug-lord Alfonso ‘The Serpent’. The Serpent was connected to at least
a dozen US senators and many more European politicians. He had already faxed his infernal
findings to his superior at the Interpol. He still couldn’t believe that he had fooled The Serpent.
But, the truth was that The Serpent actually trusted him, and only him. The jet had landed in
an unknown hangar in Michigan, and he was there now- waiting in a cabin. He’d be picked
up from there by a team from the Interpol. He used the flush, in the toilet, and the smile on his
face disappeared, only to be replaced by mortal shock. The whirl of the water in the toilet was
in the clockwise direction. He was supposed to be in Michigan- a place in the northern hemi-
sphere- where the whirl should be in the counter-clockwise direction!
…………………………………………………………………………………………………
……………………….
(Contd) He had been fooled! He was still somewhere in South America. It all dawned on him
in a second. Images flashed in his mind. It’s a trap, you fool! Did you really think that The Ser-
pent could be fooled so easily? He had known all along that you were an ‘infiltrator’ from the
Interpol. Your superior at the Interpol’s betrayed you! You gave your trust to the wrong guy!
The Interpol ‘team’ that’s coming to get you is nothing but a death squad.
He took a few deep breaths and pulled out his Berretta. He had to make an escape. There was
still hope. He opened the toilet-door, only to be met by the stares of six men in uniform. All of
them were saluting him! You pathetic traitors- you dare mock me! His first bullet was a perfect
hit- it plunged through the enemy’s skull through the ‘T’ formed by the eyes and the nose. The
second hit was not so good, for the surprise was now broken and the enemy had moved. There
was no third hit. He had succumbed to the enemies’ counter-fire.
------------------
“Yes, there is no doubt that he was under a very serious stress.” It was his superior at the In-
terpol, live on CNN. “Officers undercover experience this problem very often. Their minds get
polarized, they start acting real strange.”
“Yes, he was insane at the time of his death, but it was an inevitable death. They shot him to
protect themselves.”
“But it shouldn’t be forgotten that his report has led to the biggest drug-related arrests so-far
in the US, and he’s a true patriot.”

Ganapathy S
IV B.E. (Prod)
 THE WRITING ON THE PAPER
To each of us, our very own theories about notes taking. To most of us, a technique is in place.
The factors - time of day, subject in question, the crisp new notebook, classmate to the right,
color of the chalk, contents of lunch- all twist and tweak the entire experience. But it has been
a constant, solid, inerasable part of all our student lives and the experience is worth taking a
look at.
*Scene: The notes taking ceremony*
*Location: Classroom*
*Actor: Self*
*Possessions: A note book and a pen*
• Hand races, tries to keep up with mind. Each word heard is spilt onto the book with a
loving perfection. “Blood rushes to my head- Perching unsteadily on the edge of the seat, I am
actually in synch with academia.”
• Written with a tired exhaustion. “Is it time or what?”
• Scrawled across lazily. “Incoherent strings of letters on pieces of paper, pieces that I
may not ever look back to.”
• Hand writes. Mind dreams. “You can’t get into my head and hold me ransom- heh!”
• Hands off the paper, Prefers to listen and take it in. “It’s all about the learning”
• Or prefers to pretend to listen and take it in. “I care enough to pretend”
• Or not. “I don’t!”
There are people who know that their notes are legendary, that those words they write will be
caressed by most Xerox machines in and around college. With such pressure and expectation
to live up to, they willfully meet their challenges, head on and keep writing. There are also
people who are aware of and believe with strong conviction that whatever they write will never
again be looked at, and relish the “memorylessness” of their white pages. Then of course, there
are the bunch of people with their pages of “hard-to-decipher-scribbles” and a handful of white
pages thrown in here and there. Like I said earlier, to each, his own.
Oh! And not to forget how the doodling and the notes exchanging, apart from spicing up said
activity, present a range of “in her notebook she actually..” and “In that note he sent me..” sto-
ries that will outlive the relevance of the notes themselves.
After all, notes do document, apart from the subject, a slice of our lives, our moods and time.

Lines and squiggles

 FLASH FICTION - RACECAR
Here, the next sixty seconds were to determine his life. He saw his speedometer, the red needle
just about touching 280 mph, but never quite reaching it. He must win this race, it might be his
last, but he was racing for something more.
He steered through the tunnel. He veered past his only opponent. Why, he thought, why had he
slowed down?, something must have gone wrong.
In a moment’s flash, he saw what was ahead. He smashed down on the brakes, a bit too fast.
The car swiveled, burning its tires on the track, leaving a dark trail as it skidded past. It toppled
over, the whole massive car, over and up almost a feet above the ground. Its whole body spun
as it crashed into the ground, its lights bursting, the glass shattering, raining its shards over the
burnt track, the metal crumpled and molded by the heat within, rolling like an avalanche, leav-
ing bits and pieces behind. It hit the concrete side-stand and came to a crashing stop.
The gasoline was pouring out, and was slithering its way down, ever expanding.
As it reflected the sky in rainbow rings, another liquid flowed into it, darkening the
rings. The liquid had a slight reddish tinge to it as it overpowered the petrol. The pic-
ture frame, holding his lovely family along with his prized golden retriever, slow-
ly slid out of the wreckage and clanged onto the pavement, and scratched a little spark.

Hy Nitro

THE NTH HARMONIC

COULDN’T BE MUCH MORE FROM THE HEART.
There are many reasons why Metallica is, and will remain, my number one. Be it the drum-
ming or the masterful guitar play (both bass and lead), Metallica has been there, done that.
James Hetfield’s signature vocals are the icing on an already fully loaded cake (notice the
pun ). Metallica has had its share of critics - those who think they’ve lost their sheen post
Cliff Burton (for the uninitiated, wiki him) those who were sore with the usage of steel drums
in St. Anger, those who were upset with changes in their lyrical style- but constant re-invention
has ensured Metallica remain in vogue for more than two and a half decades. And their latest
offering, Death Magnetic, bears testament to this fact.
But I’m not here to review Death Magnetic, partly because what with it being just over a year
old, my review would probably be stale.
No, I’m here to talk about one of the many reasons why Metallica is what it is, something very
close to me.
S&M.
Before there are any shouts of *scandalous*, it’s not what you think. The title refers to the fact
that Metallica performed with the San Francisco Symphony Orchestra (‘S’ for Symphony, ‘M’
for.. well, you get the hint) back in ’99. Time for a resurrection, I thought. 10 years running, the
live album comprises 21 songs (including two compositions specially made - No Leaf Clover
and Human) and continues to be a constant fixture on most iPod playlists, mine included.
Originally the brainchild of Cliff Burton (who was a huge fan of Bach and incorporated vari-
ous symphonic elements in the band’s earlier albums, before his untimely death), the album
materialized through the heartfelt efforts of Hetfield, drummer Lars Ulrich, lead guitarist Kirk
Hammett and bassist Jason Newsted. It was Newsted’s final album before he left the band, to
be replaced by Robert Trujillo.
The album starts off with a reprisal of The Ecstasy of Gold, a thoroughly fitting tribute to En-
nio Morricone (the visionary music director, most famous for his work on The Good, The Bad
& The Ugly, which our Indian music directors have so unsuccessfully plagiarized). The first
song on the album is an orchestra-peppered version of The Call of the Ktulu, which is, in my
opinion, their best instrumental to date, before seamlessly transitioning to Master of Puppets,
a song synonymous with their name. The symphonic accompaniment, composed by renowned
composer the late Michael Kamen, is outstanding. There is not a single note which is out of
place, and the idea basically revolutionized the world of music leading to a large number of
fusions and mixtures, resulting in a huge increase in popularity of the orchestra.
The songs proceed, increasing in tempo and in the sheer awesomeness quotient. The album
includes Enter Sandman, For Whom the Bell Tolls, Nothing Else Matters, The Memory Re-
mains, Of Wolf and Man, Sad But True, One and culminates in a high-octane version of Bat-
tery. Metallica functions seamlessly with the orchestra, so much so that it seems that they are
a part of the band themselves.
Says it feels right this time
Turned it ‘round and found the right line
“Good day to be alive, sir
Good day to be alive,” he says
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way..
- No Leaf Clover
If you are into Thrash Metal in its most sublime
and refined form, then S&M is definitely the way to
go. Make sure you catch the concert version of the
album. Ultimate head-banging factor guaranteed.
Here’s to more bands following suit and revitalizing
themselves with an idea like this.
As long as Metallica continue to make music
like they currently do, there ain’t no need for
nothin’ else. May the Force be with them. \m/

42

GOING BY THE BOOK

THE LOST SYMBOL
The Lost Symbol”,Dan Brown’s
much hyped a-thrill-a-minute,
turns out to be a case study and
leaves you behind with the feeling
of déjà vu. This novel reuses all
the old tricks of Dan Brown.
There is the fact page that one
usually finds in his books. The
prologue is typically prosaic
with drab lines like “Since the
beginning of time, the secret has
always been how to die.”The initial chapters vindicate our fears. You have Robert Langdon’s
vague dreams in a popular place. You have Langdon’s much-mentioned claustrophobia. You
have his Mickey Mouse wristwatch. Robert Langdon is easily one of the weakest and unim-
pressive characters in English literature (Calling Dan Brown’s works as literature may irk
some purists).
And the déjà vu feeling does not end there - Robert Langdon is summoned to Washington this
time to get himself embroiled in a symbol hunt(combined with a national crisis, what else?!)
which leads him to The Word buried somewhere in Washington D.C. Why do Dan Brown’s
novels always have an entire plot revolving around issues as ambiguous as The Holy Grail
and The Word? Even the villain is a non-albino version of Silas (the bad element in The Da
Vinci code) with tattoos all over his body. To top it all, there is the unproven science of Noetic
Theory(Antimatter 2!).
Inspite of The Da Vinci Code Hangover Syndrome, the novel accomplishes its goal partially.
It does have its share of thrills. There is the usual plethora of symbols and codes which are half
as satisfying as the ones in The Da Vinci Code. The biggest egg on Dan Brown’s face is the
complete lack of surprise element when the real identity of the villain is revealed. You know
it all in the 100th page, yet Dan Brown tries to build up suspense till the 400th page and the
dramatic revealing of the villain makes you smirk. His trademark cliffhangers are not substan-
tiated by appropriate twists. The pent-up pressure in the name of “The Biggest Crisis in US
History” fizzles out pathetically.
Inspite of the hangover and the contrived style (Sometimes, the work resembles the monotony
of a Wikipedia article), the novel does keep you turning pages. The Lost Symbol is a typical
Newyork Times Bestseller: you read it with absolute interest in a train and you do not regret
leaving it there.
Book Rating:* *(2 stars)

Tour de Force

THE PROJECTOR AND THE POPCORN

NERUKKU NER (1997)
So what am I doing, writing a piece about a movie that came out over a decade ago, instead of
“reviewing” Naan Avan Illai 2 ?!
I have just one question to ask: what does it really mean to “review a movie”? Is it to “re-
view”? If it is so, Naan Avan Illai 2 was bad enough for a single viewing! In my opinion, the
phrase “to review a movie” is to ponder the timelessness of a movie. (Sit in a dark room and
try to understand the meaning of the previous sentence. If you can’t, just believe me.)
So, what’s so timeless about Nerukku Ner? - Nothing much. It has some good songs (was it
Deva’s original work?), good-looking actresses, excellent performances by Raghuvaran and
Shanthi Krishna, and good cinematography.
The movie’s such a disappointment from Vasanth- who did give us a timeless classic in Keladi
Kanmani. You can’t stop drawing parallels
between Nerukku Ner and Agni Natchatram
- made by the former’s producer Mani Ratnam
in 1988. In fact, Agni Natchatram was the
template upon which Nerukku Ner was made.
And sadly, the “tem- plate” was bad too.
1. First of all, the prem- ise is the same for both
the movies- a battle be- tween two men. In AN,
the two men are half- brothers- one born to the
wife and the other to the mistress of a prominent
government servant. In NN, the two men are the
siblings of an estranged couple- the reason for
their separation being one count of breach of
trust on the husband’s part. (Phew!- I made it
without having to wor- ry about the censoring)
2. In both the movies, the so-called heroines
play no part at all- other than to appear in a few
romantic sequences and the dance sequences. Apparently, the audiences in those times were
happy with it, I guess. (Has it changed now?!)
3. The protagonists are united by a common foe.
4. Happy family- Happy ending.
It is only after his death that you realise how great an actor Raghuvaran really was. He shines
in every frame he appears in. You don’t see an actor on the screen, you see a character there.
The same goes for Shanthi Krishna, who plays the role of the wife. She does justice to her part-
be it the wronged woman, the loving mother or the strong-willed sister.
The same cannot be said of any of the other characters. Karan doesn’t look menacing enough
to look like a baddie. I was actually reminded of Po in Kung-fu Panda. I think I’ve already
said enough about the “leading ladies”. Suriya (who made his debut in this movie) makes little
impression in any of the scenes, but makes you wonder at how much he has grown as an actor
since 1997. You have to hand it down to Vijay- he looks and acts the same way he did in Villu
(I leave the rest to your imagination).
The screenplay lacks depth, and most sequences are grossly misplaced. The background score
makes you wonder whether the movie is a family-drama or a crime-drama involving two Ma-
fia families. Good artwork and cinematography are the positive points of this movie.
I give it a 5/10. The ‘5’ because we let it get away with $1 million at the box office. Otherwise,
I’d have given it only 4!

Ganapathy S
IV B.E. (Prod)

BURP!
THE VILLAGE
The quest for good South Indian food continued till I came across this restaurant called THE
VILLAGE, nestled in a place that brims with eateries serving pizzas and burgers. The ambi-
ence and the hygiene are things to look out for, in this place (along with ‘bucket’ loads of 4
varieties of chutneys and sambar) and these things ensure that a lot of families throng the place
(Thing to note : It might be difficult to find a table on weekends, due to this reason).
FOOD: The place has dosas, more dosas (with at least 15 varieties of it - my pick of the lot will
be the cauliflower dosa) and Sevais (an Indian version of noodles) which also have the same
amount of variety. Also, don’t forget to taste the Kozhakattais, in The Village. Apart from these
items, there are also a few exotic dishes for the experimental sorts.
The veggies have plenty to binge on, but for the other lot you have to be content with just
dishes with eggs in it.
HOW DO YOU REACH THIS PLACE: You could find transport to BROOKFIELDS MALL
in R.S PURAM and then take the road opposite to it. You can find this place about 100 meters
down the road.
PRICE: Very reasonably priced (minus the milk shakes which aren’t worth the money).
BOTTOMLINE: Excellent for an evening when you are bored of routine bland food and
when you have lots of leisure time to kill. Quantity coupled with taste makes it the best place
to go and hog without burning a hole in the purse.
RATING: 4/5

Swaminathan Dixit
III B.E. (Auto)
 CROSSWORD 3.0
Across

3. Reason behind apparent folly or disorder.

“There’s ______ in my madness.”
6. A showy article may not necessarily be
valuable. “All that ________ is not gold.”
8. pure white. “His beard was as white as
______ “
9. An expression of pleasure on being rid of
some annoyance. “A good ________ of bad
rubbish”.
10. Display your feelings openly, for all to
SOLUTION FOR CROSSWORD 2.0
see. “I will wear my heart upon my ______.”
(SEPTEMBER ISSUE)
Across Down
Down 1.Thread 1. Trojanhorse
2.Zombie 5. cookie
3.Wall Paper 6. Port
1. as much as one wants. “To your heart’s
4.script
_______” 7.Protocol
8.Tweet
2. an undertaking which will probably prove
9. Refresh
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