Art by Praveen Rachakulla (ET ’94)   Praveen works as a supply chain management and warehousing consultant with Sapphire in Boston, MA. At BITS he was the treasurer for the Engineering Technology Assoc. and was also an active member of Planning and Publicity and the Art and Decoration Departments.  Prior to consulting, he worked in an operations management role for a startup firm manufacturing fuel cells and at Polaris Software Lab. He is a practitioner of Reiki and, more recently, yoga. He’s involved with non profits in Boston. Praveen enjoys playing racquet ball and martial arts, anything to do with arts, music, photography and experimenting to create new colors. He has an MSc (Tech), Engineering Technology from BITS and an MS in Engineering Management from Syracuse University. More
	Poetry   By Anuradha Gupta & Sagarika Jaganathan. More
	Beyond my four best years – BITS, Pilani revisited Petrichor. The first droplets of evening rain fell into the summer, mitigating the Pilani heat, settling the dust and griming it into the narrow jagged roads. Women pulled up the pallus of their saris to wear hoods and ran for shelter, their jolly shouts of feigned helplessness punctuated with silent murmurs of prayer to the Rain God for their children. And larger droplets of August rain fell in the new semester providing respite from the scourge of the Pilani heat. Washing away the present into the past. Cleansing away some memories, leaving behind some. Ushering the newer lot in a cordial yet cooling welcome. Heralding a new season. More
	Moments in time…   I remember being asked to memorize Oliver Goldsmith’s poem, “The Village Schoolmaster,” while in middle school. Its last verses have haunted me ever since: “And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.” In a way, these verses seem to characterize every one of us—the innumerable memories we carry with us as we cruise through life. We are like fireflies, flitting through a cornucopia of ephemera, shining, sometimes brilliantly, by virtue of those memory flashes. Not all of them are mindless trivia or knowledge worth its weight in gold. Some of those snapshots bring back days and events, frozen in time... More
	Daddy comes a visiting   Daddy came to meet me a record 13 times in four years! He would get extremely Anu-sick and Pilani seemed just round the corner from Delhi those days. Now that I have a little one, I can empathize because we are temperamentally very similar. I was Daddy’s little girl and he would brood about my health and well being. Any concern would propel him towards the Interstate Bus Terminal (ISBT) and he would embark upon the six-hour journey to Pilani. More
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