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When Parotta drama unfolded

When I heard about Samfox Kothu Parotta, I was reminded of an interesting kothu parotta episode I had this weekend. Went to a desi restaurant with my son in Dallas and our all time fav is parotta. This time, we spotted something new on the menu: Ooravacha Parotta. I’ve heard of kothu, egg, chilli, non-veg parotta—but this one sounded like a new avatar of parotta. Intrigued, I asked the front desk guy where he's from and what this ooravacha twist is all about. Turns out he’s from Madurai and proudly explained: its marinated kothu parotta, folded and steamed in banana leaf and taste will be vera level!!.. I empathized with the parotta and ordered it. It didn’t disappoint though. But will go for Madurai style chilli parotta next time because sometimes, you just want the drama without the steam🤣

- Gomathi Lakshmi

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Shamayl - The Phantom Whistler

It was evening when I entered the hostel gate on my bike, whistling a tune as I rode in. The guard was inside his small room at the entrance. Just as I was getting off my bike, he emerged, looking around suspiciously.

"Who was here whistling?" he demanded, scanning the area.

"I don't know," I replied with a straight face.

Confused, the guard walked out to the road, peering into the darkness. He stood there for quite some time, searching for the phantom whistler. All the while, I quietly parked my bike and slipped into the hostel, trying not to laugh. The poor guard was convinced someone was outside the gate causing mischief, never suspecting it was the student who'd just ridden past him!

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Kashyaps Horror Story

agree with Muthu Rama Ganesh that ghosts / spirits are real and I had this experience too along with a few our batch mates in second year in CORAL hostel.Some good ones are the Angels and bad ones are evil spirits.. We played  SPIRIT GAME in Coral hostel during second year . We  invited spirits, drew english alphabets and digits 0 to 9 on the floor. I don't remember if we played this in the night or during day time or both during day and night times. If in the night, we turned off the lights and placed a candle. We also had a coin placed on the ground. We invited a spirit and then one of us used to ask questions in our mind. We ( 2-3  of us) placed our fingers on the coin. The coin used to move and used to answer the questions we asked.. I clearly had an experience of coin moving round and round, here to there on the alphabets and digits. It wasn't one of us pushing the coin with our fingers. It was clearly the SPIRIT moving the coin to answer our questions.. we used to play in the room of  Bhaskar Mangipudi, Gulti Mech, my neighboring roomie. I was room mates with our gultis Rajesh Borra and Kadaluru Chandra Venu Madhav of Mechanical engineering dept and Anil Topno from my Chemical dept. Rajesh and Venu may have joined me for a few games for a few days. I don't remember exactly who all played. We had Viswas Katela, may be Shanko Kisku , may be Bhavin Ajmera, Brem Kumar and a few others in our wing.. after playing SPIRIT GAME for a few days Bhaskar Krishna Mangipudi fell sick and we stopped playing after that.. this experience increased my conviction in GOD. Whoever is a Theist and prays , GOD listens to those prayers..  If any of you played SPIRIT GAME with me,  Bhaskar or Venu and you remember, you could share your experiences..

MuthuRamaGanesh

An intern at BHEL, finds himself alone in Topaz, hostel, during the peak of summer. Out of boredom, he explores the second floor, known for its haunted room. Driven by curiosity, he breaks open the door and discovers an old journal inside.

The journal, dating back to 1998, contains the tragic tale of a young man from RECT who harbored unrequited love for a girl from Opal. His emotions, captured in heartbreaking entries, culminate in his tragic suicide after she rejects his confession on December 20th. His last message, left in the journal, is a haunting farewell.

Shaken by the discovery, the intern takes the journal back to his room, only to experience eerie events. Shadows move unnaturally, strange noises fill the air, and the door locks itself from the outside, trapping him. As the paranormal activity escalates, he realizes that the journal is not just a record of sorrow but a vessel of lingering pain and energy for the dead boy..

In a desperate attempt to escape, he throws the journal out of the window. The disturbances abruptly cease, and the door unlocks. Free at last, he leaves the haunted room and never speaks of that night—until now.

The experience concludes with a chilling reflection: ghosts aren’t always spirits. Sometimes, they live within us in the form of memories, regrets, and unresolved pain that refuse to fade.

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Story post from Yamini.

It was 1997—my first-year foundry workshop finals. The day should have been routine, but life had other plans. It was also my birthday, and the night before had been a whirlwind of birthday bumps and late-night celebrations. I showed up to the workshop running on fumes, exhausted beyond reason, yet determined to get through the session.

Step by step, I went through the motions—melting, pouring, shaping—completely unaware of the monumental mistake I had just made. Finally, the moment of truth arrived. It was time to remove the mould and reveal the final product. I reached out... and my heart stopped. There was nothing there. The mould—the single most important part of the entire process—was still sitting untouched, right beside me. I had just gone through an entire workshop exercise without even placing the mould!

Panic surged through me. That’s when Hari, who had been working beside me, noticed my absolute look of horror. Without a word, without even the slightest smirk, he quietly stepped in, helped me redo the entire process, and ensured I got my marks and passed. And just like that, he moved on—never mentioning it, never laughing about it, not to me, not to anyone.

A huge shoutout to Hari for being an absolute legend! 🚀🙌

Yamini H

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Excuse me? Oopar jaane ka raasta kya hai?

Hostel memories are aplenty, but nothing can beat our experiences in the first year during our stay in Agate. The first semester hostel gate lockdowns were stringent, but as we navigate our way into the second semester, the restrictions were relatively eased to 10:00 pm. But then, there were always rebels who discovered their way into the hostel by climbing up the drain pipe all the way to the terrace. During one such escapades, Vishal Sinha was back to the campus as late as 2:00 am ;-). He climbed his way up to the first floor and peeps into Agate -45 window and asks a bunch of guys, "Excuse me? Oopar jaane ka raasta kya hai (What is the way to go up)?" Rahul, Arnab, Pankoo, I, Rajeev, Chandru and Harsh couldn't stop laughing. Finally, we motivated him to climb the drain pipe for a bit longer following which he managed to enter the hostel from the terrace into the second floor wing.

Brinjit Velu

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A protein packed love story🥰

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Ghost Story

In 2nd year, I was doing my internship at BHEL and was the only soul left in Topaz. It was 11PM and out of boredom, I was lazing in the 2nd floor where the haunted room was. Something provoked me and I broke the door open... With my torch I scoured the room and found a journal dated September 1998. It still sends shivers down my spine when I think of the journal and havoc it wrecked... It seemed to pulse with a strange energy, as if beckoning me to open it.

- Muthurama Ganesh

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Alaipayuthe Movie Night

Opalites went to Alaipayuthey movie together in final year. It was around April when we were having 30-40 days countdown. I remember this as it was in Sona Meena and we didn't get 5 tickets... had to beg with our IDs to the theatre manager and I got his revolving chair as the seat!

-Gomathi Lakshmi

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Arjuna's Biscuit Theft: "Any idea where our Chairman of Dosth Club Vishal Sinha is? I need to apologise to him for stealing his dog biscuits (porai). First year we used to be so hungry. So I used to ask Nattamai Murugesan to guard the room from outside while I stole Vishal's dog biscuits and ate! One day Vishal started asking who is eating all his biscuits and I ended up blaming poor Murugesan! From that day Naatamai Murgesan became Porai Thirudan Murugesan!"

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The Egg Specialist at Mess

Selvam, the cook, used to make the best egg dishes in the mess. His signature egg dish was called "Sura" as it looked like Shark (Sura = Shark in Tamil)! When I was in hostel, this was the only salty thing in breakfast and I started eating eggs for the first time in college. Now it has become my daily breakfast staple. From vegetarian, I became an eggetarian, thanks to Selvam's Sura!

- Muthu Rama Ganesh