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Editors note
You have in your hand, INKED: When the
Mind Echoes, the second edition of a student-run
magazine by Amrita Centre for Nanoscience and
Molecular Medicine (ACNSMM).
When the Mind Echoes, is a reflection of the mind and
a specimen of creativity of the scientific community at
ACNSMM. The magazine has been designed with the
purpose of providing a platform for the ACNSMM folks
to explore and express their views and ideas. It is also a
memoir of our eventful journey at the centre.
From the layout to the background design, INKED has
been put together with the hope of making it a wonderful experience for all its readers. As is rightly said,
Rome Was Not Built in a Day, INKED echoes the spirit
of team work and we would like to thank each one of its
contributors for their constant support, in helping us
give life to this edition.
Working with INKED has been a learning process; it has
taught us to work in harmony, respect each others
thoughts, explore our creative front and above all,
understand our strengths and weaknesses.
We, team INKED, sincerely hope that you enjoy the
essence that each article would like to convey.
Happy reading!
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Whats
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When the
Mind Echoes
Anagha S Menon

Creativity
Dr. Shantikumar V Nair

ACNSMMRoundup
2016 Sneak-Peak

For the bliss

you filled
Manju C Abraham

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Art &
Inspiration

Dr Lalitha Nanduri

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My eternal
treasure..

Smrithi Padmakumar

Doodles

Photos &
Fine art
Vivek Vinod

The leftovers
Amit G Krishnan
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Happiness is..
Silhouette

Anitha Nair

Snapshots

John Joseph
Anto Varghees
Sreeparvathy

Bakbar

Sharvari Patil

A woman's mind
Gayathri Raju

Life is a lie

Ruth Bright Chirayath.

Shewolf
Anagha S Menon

Flavours

Aswathy G

From the
Canvas

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Satheesh Kumar

ACNSMM

Shameer

Cartoonscape

Gayathri Raju

Once More
Pallavi M

Bundle Of Joy
My Daughter
Krishnakumar S

Stories
Gopikrishna

Rantings
of the mind.....
Vignesh K
Krishnamoorthy

Snapshots
Niveditha Sundaram

Reflection
of you.by you

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When the
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They say mind is a collection of thoughts- fierce ,sutble or mere rantings. They may be memories that
have touched our hearts, emotions we could never express, imaginations or expectations. Every single
thought of ours defines us, as to who we are. A unique creation is born, when our thoughts, intellect
and soul meet at a juncture. That's when we open our mind to the world. The words we speak or pen
down, the ideas we portray on a canvas, the intricacies of life that we capture in a photograph,
resonates one's true state of mind...And that's when the mind echoes...

Anagha S Menon
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Creativity
As I lay simmering,
Eyes slowly closing,
In the noxious air,

Where even prayer

Blared rudely aloud,

Piercing the smog-filled cloud,
Grimaced faces

Hurrying to places

Betrayed by desire,
And withered in the fire
Of senseless instincts,

Where gloomy precincts

With grimy foliage
Paint a troubling image.

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Dr Shantikumar V Nair

When suddenly.

A melodious sound
Within my stillness bound
A thousand veenas in harmony,
Hearts inner symphony,
Far beyond what my lost voice
Could ever create by choice.

Hush! Lie still!!

In sounds that will

Stir the longing
For pure love and yearning
For an end
To all separation and send
Us to such a place of peace
Where creativity can never cease
And everything just happens
effortlessly.

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Roundup
ACNSMM

2016 - Sneak Peek

NANOSTAV-2016, a department cultural fest held on 27th February 2016.

M tech Batch 2014 - Industrial Visit

Au revoir M.Tech batch

Onam-2016

Freshers day -2016

2014-16 M Tech Batch Convocation

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For the bliss

you filled
Manju C Abraham
Rain drizzled, knowing my heart as always.
And I, concealing the tear droplets, confined in eyesCareful not to be shed and seen by strange souls.
I saw you, in the blurr of the dropletsWithin and around, across the flowing river,
Wrapping me in the warmth of your smile,
Swaying your red petals in the welcome
Of our memories, then me a kid and you as always
In your pretty youth, beautiful and warm
Though the soil was wet , where I stood leaning on you
And when you showered the red petals on
The fragrance of old days, tickled my senses,
Was it in our previous birth, or much beyond?
It seem so far and distant, the moments of bliss we shared
Time can never fade what we cherish.
This moments bliss wrapped in love, blotting awayThe twitching pain, and Gulmohar, you smiled again
Me, reciprocating love in a smile, though with a shining pearl,
Born in my eyes, ready to roll- vague in the drizzling rain
Rain, my silent friend and You, the two dears in my life!

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Art & Inspiration

Dr Lalitha Nanduri

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Ee ushaa kiranaalu, kimira samharanaalu,

Chaitanya deepaalu, mouna prabhodhaalu,
Jagathiki praanalu, pragathi radhachakralu,
-Unknown telugu writer

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These morning sun rays, are destructor of sadness,

they evoke consciousness, are silent preachers,
are life for the universe, are the wheels of progress.
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My eternal
treasure..
Smrithi Padmakumar
Mr and Mrs Panickker of 'Mannarkad Nair
House'
My heaven on earth is undoubtedly this
place - this house where I was brought up.
My colorful childhood - kindergarten days.
The courtyard of this house- its red oxide
tiled floor- the fragrance of the flowers of
Ammamma's garden.
The 'Palakkadan' breeze - the calmness it
brings. The serenity.
The agarbathi smell from Ammachan's
Poojamuri. The everyday temple trips holding
his hands followed by the big chatting session
with all his friends.
The short trips to the kutty kutty shops.
And the evening walk.
The pampering session with all the calves.
(I must say about the kaalankuda (umbrella)
that I gifted him for his last birthday.
He uses it as a weapon for self defense
against all cows and ox.
'Multipurpose' he says!)
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The inner peace I get when I look at the face of the

powerful Devi of Vadakkanthara Ambalam.
She is my light even now.
The grandpa who gave me Champa flower everyday
was 'Chembakamama', the muttashan who offered
kismis everyday was 'Andiparippu Mama', 'Payasamama' thereafter 'Paalumaama', 'Kalikkudukka' Mama,
the shopkeeper Raviettan, Easwari chechi whose
everyday gift was my favorite mullapoomaala..the list
of my friends I used to have..
And I was their Ammukuty..Then and even now.
It's always a pleasant feeling even now to hear that
love-bound query - 'Ammukuty epo vannu'.
Several years have passed.
Many are those bright stars in the night sky now.
Remembering my favourite neighbors.
Late Kumaru Uncle and Jayasri Chechi.
I miss them.
The scrumptious 'Karumuru Dosa and Ullichamandhi' breakfast of Ammama.
I forget to keep a count on the number of dosa as I
eta,eat and eat.
Irresistible I would say.
The muttashan maavu - mango tree which was the
abode of my oonjaal (swing) once.
The beautiful 'Alphonsammavu' whose fruits are
still my favorite.
It's branches were always friendly to Jithu but
definitely not to me.

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The car shed muttam scattered with Pavizhamalli petals.

That morning glance I always cherish to see with
my coffee cup even now.
Ammamma's -craze for flowers - shoeflowers of
all colors ( she used to boast about having them in
almost 20 colors once. Our aambalkulams( water
lilly ponds) (the fish friendly 'kunji' kulam with all
my guppykutties and the villain pond with all the
attitude fishes , yes. They never show up. They
show up only when Ammachan feeds them )
- orchids - anthuriums - pichakam - those thorny
but elegant cactus ( I still remember cuddling them
and getting all the mild attacks .
And still one of the several news that is shared
with me over phone would be the flowering of one
of these plants or the fruiting of her Chickoo tree,
Arunellikkamaram (Amla tree). Her adorable kids.
The Thulasithara and the evening Sandhya
deepam. Ammamma taught me all the chantings.
My first picture of a vehicle - Ammachan's first
Ambassador
His passion for driving then and even now.
And the mega shouting session I had to experience during his teaching sessions (that's a recent
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Aatukattil - the peaceful sleep lying on it with the light

swing.
Ammachan's habit of writing diary everyday.
His extreme patience to put up with my endless
queries on his tharavaad, marumakkathayam tradition
and Mannarkad history, his Victoria college diaries,
driving diaries.
He loves to talk about Amma's dance diaries, the
history behind every dance photo of hers.
Unniettan Elias Sankara Narayan Panickker.
Ammama and her innumerable friends.
a looooooong one as she finds utmost contentment
in talking to every soul on the way.
The friendly and smarty, Thangu aka Indira Panickker
My love for talking has obviously been inherited from
her.
She even stops talking to me when she is angry.
Short lived silence.
I'm blessed to be born as their Ammukuty.
And the honest fact is that I feel good about them
having Amma as their only daughter.

Because they belong exclusively to me.

MINE.
Sweet selfishness ;)
My heaven on earth is of course this house and
this adorable couple who has marked their 55th
year together. Touchwood :)
And they still fight over onions in a curry.
Ammama Ammacha and then Acha Amma.
Haha they are pretty much aware of this order
too.

My precious treasure
My life.
My eternal lovers.
Forever MINE.
The best moment of every day is the familiar
voices calling out to me over the phone, "Ammukuttyyyy!
Touchwood!

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Doodles

Shopping is in my genes!
- Sharanya Jayaram

Kavya K
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Ragima Nadesh

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Clock-wise from right, Ignited Mind: Acrylic on canvas, Desert: Acrylic on canvas
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Illustration: Anagha S Menon

The leftovers
Amit G Krishnan

(The article below may bring inconvenience

to two....But its fine)
Frustration

has always eaten my days and

nights. Frustration at work, frustration in how
people react, frustration in what you see,
frustration in what you hear- Frustrating it is.
The sweetness between my frustrating times
begins and ends in our little kitchen. I meant
ours, because fortunately or unfortunately,
three of us share the house- namely the Small,
the Medium and the Extra large (baptized purely
based on physique).

Mornings and nights are the only time

when these roommates exchange their
experience of the day and their expertise in
cooking. Expertise being a very personal
statement. Usually, mornings are lazy
because they always remind you about the
place (lab) you got to be the whole day and
the only eye opener is our pending work or
crucial submission that ought to be done
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But yes we do have a digital weighing balance which
we tend to use only to see how much food we
conquered or how much we urinated or defecated.
And this is how it works. All three of us are regular
practitioners of weighing ourselves before and after
we eat, urinate or defecate.
Kitchen is our arena. Although the three roomies do
research, their thought processes are always in

parallel lines. Never do they converge. Mornings

begin by what to cook? The small, though small, is
one lazy piece and usually has a constant answer,
NO. Upma?, No..... Puttu?, No....Idayappam?
No..... Very few YESs come out of his mouth. Poha?
Yes. .Dosa? Yes.. We- the extra-large and the medium
wait to hear a YES from the small. There are things to
which we all collectively say YES also. Cucumber
lime? Yes.. Watermelon Lime? Yes..Yes ..Yes..
Mostly our breakfast ends as a choice between Mr
Smalls YESs.
Even though we are roomies we hardly catch up for
lunch. Most probably because we cannot stand each
other and may be because our tolerance is hammered
red in the lab.
Nights are usually a mix of imagination mainly
because each of us cook our dish to explore. There
are no standard protocols followed in preparing any
standard dishes. The only motto is that I am the
Master of what I make. Often we prove it when one
tries to nose into the others dish. So the rule
unanimously passed in OUR KITCHEN ACT is None
other than the person who cooks is responsible for
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This rule often soothes situations when one cook

prepares more quantity of one dish. Basically he ends
up chocking his throat by over eating what he cooked.
Quantity never mattered to extra-large because, as his
name goes, he is the first dust bin of the house. Only
what he refuses reaches the dust bin outside. In fact,
our garbage man only turns up once a week. Mr.
Medium is health conscious and hence patient, unlike
the dont cares- Small and Extra-large.
There are certain things that one should
always know about Medium. Medium is medium
because of his daily dose of exercises, else he will be
extra extra large. But we always appreciate his
organized way of living. Medium cooks good,
especially with very less or no oil at all. Sometimes
you can see him fry stuff in water rather than oil. He is
allergic to ghee unlike Small, but likes to hog butter.
You wont believe if I tell you that he likes to bite butter
between bread rather than spread it. The water bottles
we buy (50Litre/bottle) is mostly used by Medium. We
are mere watchers of the game. Mr. Medium has a
past history of very horrible activities like jogging,
gym and swimming. He was fortunate to change this
horrendous routine only because of his association
with Mr Small and Mr Extra-large. Together we helped
him overcome such habits and now he is found mostly
whiling away his time watching documentaries on
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Of the three, Mr Extra-large is very large.

Almost every time, he is offended in his house. Mr
Small and Mr Medium pull his legs for his innocent
behavior. To quote an example, Mr Extra-large has this
wonderful habit of exploring the fridge at midnight,
mostly when the others are fast asleep. Who can you
blame for him being nocturnal? His fondness for watching movies until late night earned him this fridge-exploring habit. This means that the items left in the fridge
because of Mr. Smalls and Mr Mediums unprofession-

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al overcooking (quantity) is taken care of by Mr
Extra-larges night outs. This is when half kilo
ice-cream packs and half cut watermelons are polished
off. Early mornings render the others shocked. What
they expected in the fridge is missing. Mr Extra-large
helps them learn the most important lesson in life
Expectations reduces joy. Even the looks speak. The
moment Extra-large sits on Mr. Medium's bed it makes
some weird sounds and at that moment one can
observe from Mr Medium how look speaks.
End of the day you might be thinking why I named
this great work The leftovers. Seriously, I have no
clue. To summarize, we are here to live a meaningful
life. Each one is expected to leave this planet by handing
over his lessons to the next one. The lessons can mean
a lot if pictured in different angles. To an outsider our
life is funny, between us these happenings let us understand how to live life respecting each other. Hence
these leftovers are the ones that add some meaning to
someones life.

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f waste

Poorna Ramesh

Arrange the wrapped tissue rolls on the cell culture plate cover

Taadaa !!!! Pencil Stand ready

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Happiness is......
That my
art should
speak no
t me..
--- Sha
meer

When my roomie wakes

me up with a
packet of bourbon
-Aparna Vishwanathan

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Being with dogs

--- Sharvari
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with
- Lak
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Ashok

Innocence
--Annapoorna
Mohandas

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that bri
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Living life
as I feel lik
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Dancing
to ones ow
n drums
-Dr.Laksh
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Contentment
-Girija Maam

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--Deep
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ng that comes from

your heart,
ings smile on your
lips,
t sparkles in your
eyes..
---- Deepthi San
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a bite of it

--- Anag
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non

Freedom freedom
To ask nothing
To expect nothing
To depend on nothing
--- Dr. Lalitha Nanduri
In giving
--- Dr. Shantikumar
V Nair

The blissfull experience when one is

fully conscious about the things in
which happiness is experienced
--- Dr.KrishnaKumar Menon

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SilhouetteAnitha Nair
On a cold and lonely November night,
I saw her silhouette by the moonlight.

She swayed and danced and hopped and ran..

Mesmerized, I followed her as fast as I can.
With every step I took towards her,
she only seemed to move away farther
Then I stood still and so did she.
And without a cue, turned around to face me.
Holding my breath I watched in awe,
her dark silhouette taking colour, I saw.
As the clouds parted, I could see..
She was no stranger and was none other than me.

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Snapshots
John Joseph

Moon at its best

300mm Telephoto lens with optical
zooming

Anto Varghese

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Closest encounter with a lioness.

Lion safari, Shivamogga

New Life-New Beginning

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Bakbar

Illustration: Aleena Cherian

Sharvari Patil

I can never forget what he smelled like, puppy pee,

milk and baby food (cerelac). This has been the only
as a part of our industrial trip, when I decided to
time in my life I have had tears of joy.
abandon my classmates and spend a few days at
Akbar was a friend, a younger brother, a
home. I remember every moment of that evening, me confidante to me throughout. People who call
fussing over my luggage while my mother waited in
themselves dog lovers might not always be able to
the car to pick me up with a notorious smile on her
connect with and read them. That was never the case
face, wriggling her eyebrows at me. I smelt
with my baby. He was surprisingly, emotionally
something fishy! I walked up to the front seat of the
intelligent and knew when I felt low, when I was the
car to see a cane basket that had been lying at home happiest, when I needed to be consoled, when I was
for years and I had always only associated it with a
annoyed and knew exactly how to respond to each one
dog! And there it was, with a little black head peeping of these situations. I can whole-heartedly give all the
out at me through the window, dazed and groggy. My credit to him for being there for me emotionally when I
happiness knew absolutely no bounds!
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He has danced with me to Boogie Shoes and ABBA

songs, wrestled with me, dragged me down a street
chasing piglets, travelled painfully long journeys
with me, consoled me when I was unwell or upset
and most importantly, also confided in me. Funnily,
he always knew whom to take for granted (which
was always me because I pampered him too much)
and where to draw his lines (which was the rest of
my family).
He has given me and my family numerous incidents
to talk about, cherish for a lifetime and have a good
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we find ourselves reminiscing how he loved playing

with grasshoppers as a puppy, how he possessed the
knack to emotionally blackmail us into getting himself
a treat or whatever it was he wanted with just a long
gloomy stare or a wag of the tail or the tactical placing
of the paw in our lap and begging. We would always,
always give in!
The 3 years I spent with him have been the most
beautiful years and theres not a single incident
associated with him that I can possibly ever forget.
Losing him has been one of the worst things to deal
with and I miss him all the time. And I will probably
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A woman's mindGayathri Raju

lie,Chirayath.
Life isRuthaBright

Life is a lie,

If they say you can fly high.

If your dream is to fly high,
better go beyond the sky.
Let all your tear dry,
because we know we have to try till
we die.
Life is not easy it is a LIE.
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Shewolf

Anagha S Menon

Her long brown locks,

she curled them up.

But no one noticed who messed it up.
They looked into her eyes,
and saw the blue ocean.
But never saw when tears filled up.
She wore the red lipstick,
And they called her rose.
But did not notice how crushed it was.
She smiled and laughed, to hide her tears.
She told her self to be bold.
Broken and wounded she was.
But her heart kept beating, stand up and walk.
Bearing the scars and with a bleeding soul.
She looked at her self and saw that light.
The light shining from a pure heart.
It told her to be brave, to fight.
She wore her heels and walked out to the world.
The eyes which wounded her saw her come,
But could not look up.
She was new, fierce, bold and shining.
She feared none and fought for her self.
She, SHE WOLF.

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Flavours

Too many to count, Baskin Robins

has 31, a flavour for every month of the day.
But recently did I realise that lifes got a lot
more to offer in terms of variety. It will give
you a new flavour for every day of your life till
the time youre alive. Before I go any futher,
just wanted to let you know, this article has
got not nothing to do with food.. if you
thought so.. sorry you are on the wrong page.
A lot of things have changed in the
past one year..I completed one year at this
center and little did I know that things would
change so much. Some for the better, some
for not so much. I was a wee bit apprehensive about moving into a big city like Cochin,
but I thank my stars that I decided to come
here. The place has started growing on me.As
usual, all these thoughts are coming at a not
so ideal time on a Sunday afternoon, just
hours before my exams. But honestly, there
couldnt be a better time.But sometimes, you
feel this urge to spew out all youve got in
your head, and for me, that time unfortunately is right now.

Ashwathy

Now when I ponder on it... the

reasons for all these changes in life... The
first face that comes into my mind is of this
girl, one would always find next to me. Now
heres a person, who ,when I met for the
first time, I thought to myself, How could I
be friends with this freak? A turn of
events, actually a long list of them, got us
to cross each others paths. And now I can
define her in one word-FUN.
She has been my constant
support,helping me to be confident, to live
life with no regrets, to try out new things, to
let go of things , to accept my imperfections.I sure havent laughed my little heart
out so much ever in all my life, not with
anyone else.Thanks to this woman's love
for Dogs, Im not cynophobic any more.All
those morning walks, late night talks near
the casualty or by the bus stop, coffee,loud
music, crazy dance steps.She just added
spice to my life...

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Growing up with an elder sister, I
have always wished for a
brother.Its weird sometimes
how people who were
once strangers
become your
family, like how
I found my
little brother
here..The
sweeter
side of
life.Like
a
shadow,always
keeping
a watch
on me,
tolerating
my
tantrums.
When i am
ultra low, or
even when I fight
with him for
stupendously absurd
reasons, I know he'd get
me chocolates and even take
me out for late night coffee. He knows
it all, to make me smile when cry over little
nothings, my little perks and quirks, and well
ofcourse my secret little admiration..
Which brings me to this question,
"Not very often do you feel butterflies in
your stomach or your heart going for a summer
sault, every time you see someone. Do you?" This
was different from all those crazy little heart-flutters
that Ive felt before. I guess its natural to have a
'thing' for someone smarter, more responsible and
sensible than you.Though it ended up tasting bitter,
I still love my butterflies. The rising pulse, the
constant, incessant twitchy feeling I get all the time.
Its weird how we all act around the one we have
fallen for.

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Moving on...As in the case of most us out

here, lab-time makes up a huge
portion of my day.Thanks to
these people here, that I
find myself surrounded with, who make
it easier when
life gets hard.
To top it off,
theres my
PhD
chechi
who
greets
me
every
morning with
a broad
smile,
who
somehow
seems to
have
solutions to all
our problems in
lab.My labmates,
with who I can laugh
my head off , my partners
in crime,who have my back at
all times, especially when I am in
trouble. Then theres my professor, who teaches us
how to deal with life, to take matters simple, an
amiable friend. And at the same time, as professional as he can be....
People say being a research student aint
no cakewalk. I ask, who says it is? As with life, there
will be ups and downs..but who stays with us
through and through counts. And all these people
who did, have added flavours to my life that I never
knew existed. What more can I ask? It took me a
while to settle in, but I am happy here and thats
what matters I suppose....

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Cartoonscape
Gayathri Raju

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ACNSMM
Shameer
ACNSMM is a flying bird,
Picking up and narrowing down the research
For right projects with its sharp beak.
Administration, like an eagles eye
Helping to bypass the obstacles in its functioning.
PhDs and MTechs are working like a wings,
Project guide directs as a tail and claws
Attain strength to Amrita Viswa Vidyapeetham.

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Once More..
Pallavi M
Travelling with your pack is awesome! Be it fighting
for the window seat, squeezing in for a selfie,
late-night uncensored conservations, hogging food or
taking a million pictures. College trips! Indeed, are the
most awaited event, a time to be reckless, daring,
make new connections and gain new experiences. It
hold a special place in our hearts as we finally get to let
our hair loose and celebrate the little things in life. The
industrial visit we organized for ourselves was just
that! Understanding that it would be extremely boring
to give a detailed account of our travel itinerary, I
decided to write about a few things that caught my
fancySo here goes.
Customary details:
Batch: M. Tech 2014-2016
Specimens: 15
Care-takers: 4 (Dr. Lakshmi Dr. Lalitha, Dr.
Gopikrishna and Dr. Sahadev)
Duration: 22-26thMarch 2016
Location: Bangalore, Chikkamagaluru, Mangalore
and Kochi

Organize a trip?
Like really!
Who wants to take up this responsibility especially
when the idea is to run away from them! But, is it that
bad? Nah! All you need is team effort and willingness
to sacrifice some time and you can have a glitch-free
trip, just like we did.
The element of surprise!
We love them! Especially when the Indian railways
surprises us by being ON TIME and in one occasion
reached earlier than usual. Havent heard of that one
before, have you?
Them feels! Awww
Bangalore! Whether you manage to make friends or
keep them in real life is up to you. But, in Bangalore
there is one thing that is always there for you! The
traffic. Never disappoints.
Best acco ever!
On a budget, it is important to choose the right
place to stay but, thankfully we got lucky! JAWAHAR
guest house (since 1992) at JNCSAR. Note this down!
Any time you are in Bangalore for a conference or
same reason we were there, make sure you check in
here. Peaceful and elegant architecture is a welcome
change compared to the over-crowded hostel rooms
back home.

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Science is beautiful and evolving.

The expert scientists in JNCASR and NCBS opened
up about their areas of interest and research, which
ranged from fundamental biology, signalling
pathways, cellular regeneration to renewable energy
and storage. It is a surreal feeling when you meet
people with exhaustive passion, dedication to do
good scienceith enthusiasm to teach and share. The
few hours spent in both institutes were inspiring and
make you realise everyone is contributing their bit to

What happens in Chikkamagaluru, stays in

Chikkamagaluru!
Chikkamagaluru is a beautiful town in Karnataka located
in the foothills of the Mullayanagiri range and around
250kms away from Bangalore and is an absolute must
-visit! Just reaching this place gives you feel of serenity
and calmness from the busy city life. The 7km hike

make the ocean bigger. Progress!

Industries are industries
This realization is evident when you walk into
Stellis Biopharma, a bio-pharmaceutical company or
Medgenome, a leader in genomic research service in
India. Industries have a different take on how to get
things done and obviously have a different level of
funding. If you are still unsure of where you fit in,
then dont worry! Industry v/s Academia has always
been a debatable topic and from the little exposure
we got, both have their pros and cons. There are a lot
of people who share different opinions but, if you
decide to jump then let it be an informed one. Nobody
wants to be stuck in the wrong job, right?
Networking is key
TALK to people. Simply put, this is the most
difficult thing to do but, do it. Building ideas and
connecting with people and their research is a
necessity for self-improvement and learning. Sharing
and discussing what you know/dont know, asking
questions and always having an opinion never killed
anyone! So expand your universe and see what
happens.

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organized for us definitely gives new exercise goals and a

breath-taking water fall at the top is all you need to wash
away the worries. No trip is complete without its share of
causalities and therefore always remember to carry the
first aid kit or even better, a doctor. (Ever gone downhill
on a rickety bike? If no, then try it!)
In retrospect, the random memories we make, awkward
situations we put ourselves in or the inside jokes we laugh
for or stuff we cant remember anymore make up the
things that make our lives worth living.
In conclusion, WE SHOULD DO THIS MORE OFTEN!

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Bundle Of Joy
My Daughter

S.Krishna Kumar

The depth of my love shows in my daughters

eyes
Whats known is shown from sunset to sunrise
An emotion so immense that no one can erase.
The impression of love is tattooed upon her face.
A relation so peculiar that only we two can
understand,
Yet so immaculate that by God, it was planned.
It all began when she would sleep upon my chest
Now I am her number one, her favorite and the
best
She watches me closely as if she is in a trance
While playing cricket copy me even to my stance
From running, jumping and acting like her doll
Both as playmate and best friend I have done it all
It's that spunk in her step, the rainbow in her eye
You'll know she's a Daddys girl when she passes by.
It's not about what I give her or about what I can do.
It's the unconditional love reciprocated between us
two
It's simply because of how I love her, I surmise.
The depth of my love always shows in her eyes.
She's content just to be filled with absolute bliss
Just to sit up and hug me, giving an occasional kiss.
It's the tears in her eyes when we two fight and
disagree.
Nothing's quite right until I say 'I love you and I'm
sorry.'
She's got the kind of love that never fades or dies.
The depth of my love always shows in her eyes.

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Gopikrishna

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Rantings
of the mind.....Vignesh K Krishnamoorthy
1

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The poet compares life to that of a flower, which blooms in different seasons. Similarly, our life will
also take a a new course at some point of time......

These lines are self-introspection by the poet, who asks himself as to why he is unable to harness
his minds potential to yield creative ideas.

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Snapshots
Niveditha Sundaram

Kodailkanal

Remains of the Past I

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Reflection of you..by you

Bankatesh and Manu

Friends, let me take you to an imaginary world. Please

assume a Stone Age barbarian man, who has never seen his
reflection ever is shown the photograph of his clan as a group.
How might he recognise himself? You guessed it right, by
ruling out the faces he has seen and know well. So in short, he
recognises everyone but himself. More or less, psychologically we are still in that situation. Many a times, we need to see
people around us to know more about ourselves.
One thing that we all are concerned about is that people
should not misunderstood us. Often it happen that people tend
to judge someone in a flash of a moment. It happens all the
time. But relax, dont bother about that. It is just a temporary
feeling about you. It will eventually fade away and you will
correctly understood as the interaction between you grows.
Stay calm, enjoy your life.
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Team Inked

Editors:

Aswathi Gopalakrishnan
Sharvari Patil

Members: Anagha S Menon

Sreeparvathy J
Vignesh KK
Design &
Layout:
Gopikrishna J

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Special Thanks
Dr. Shantikumar V Nair
Dr. Sahadev Shankarappa
Poorna Ramesh
Aleena Cherian