Murg Musallam

I remember the fiery smell of garlic and chillies wafting through house that day. I remember the checkered blue apron she wore. A new beginning for both of us. Far away from home, my mum and I were in a new house. Just her and I, with nothing left to say. The living room was filled with brown boxes, Labelled and packed tight, all our memories bundled together with brown tape. Amongst the brown, that day, we found our old pressure cooker. This ‘cooker’ had seen as many days as me, perhaps even more, and on it that day, we discovered a recipe book. Flipping through its yellowed pages, we found ‘Murg Musallam’. I cannot remember why we decided to give it a try. Perhaps it was fate or perhaps it was the enticing statement which proclaimed ‘Pressure Cooking time – 5 mins’. She gathered all the ingredients, removed her gold bangles, and tied her hair up into a bun and then, we began.

I peeled the garlic cloves slowly while she chopped up the onions with vigour. The chicken was bathed in the marinade of curd and loads of chilli. And then we had to wait. So, we took glasses of orange juice, sat on the dining table and did something which felt so foreign to us. We talked. We talked about how the chicken would turn out, we talked about what we would eat it with and we talked all the way back into the kitchen. The entire meal took four hours of labour and gave back four hours of laughter.  When the whistle of the cooker finally went off, we plopped on the sofa and gave a sigh of relief. I am sure we smelled like Murgh Musallam too. But when it was time and we broke a piece of the crispy roti, dipped it in the piping hot masala and took a bite, we knew that it was worth it all. It was like a piece of heaven. As I sit down now and think of that day, I realise that Murg Musallam was more than just a meal. It was a connection.  I had known my mum for years before, but it was that day that I found her.

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The Bolted Door


There stands a door in front of me

Big old door, dusty with times gone by

Is it bolted from in or out? I am not quite sure

All I know that it’s been shut for ages now.


I pass by the door everyday

Sometimes, the lights are up

Telling me that there is someone is locked

In or out, I am not quite sure.


Somedays, it is pitch dark

With the shadows hiding too

Like someone dead is being mourned

The door is shut but why?

I am not quite sure.


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The Itinerary of a Revolution

Author : Anonymous


Date: 28th August 2014


The Arts Faculty Students Union (AFSU) cultural fest was in full swing. It was a night of revelry.  While the crowd went crazy to the tunes of music, scarier screams echoed in the darker corners of the campus. A girl was allegedly molested by a group of ten boys inside the boy’s hostel of the varsity and her male friend was beaten black and blue.

The news of the incident spread like wildfire. In the following days, a General Body meeting, fondly referred as a GB was called for. The GB came to a consensus that the authorities had to initiate the procedure for an impartial investigation of the matter to ensure justice for the victim. It was also decided that the students will peacefully campaign against gender inequality and violence on campus by performing plays, reciting poems, painting posters etc.


Date: 11 September 2014 to 15th September 2014.

The peaceful campaign against gender inequality and violence budded and bloomed. Echoes of protest were heard in the nook and cranny of the varsity. Walls came alive with graffiti. Songs of protest reverberated in the winding corridors. Through all these days, groups of students stayed back in campus at night, braving the natural elements, ignoring their hunger and thirst, hoping for the respected Vice Chancellor to lend his ear to their demands and initiate a fair, just and impartial investigation of the mishap that had occurred on the fateful night of the 28th. No official or academic activity was brought to a standstill.

The victim alleged that two members of the Executive Council or the EC, formed in the aftermath of the incident, had paid an uninformed visit to her home and badgered her with ‘offensive’ questions regarding her attire etc.

The students demanded the inclusion of a retired judge, a women’s rights activist and a psychologist among the EC members, in keeping with the UGC guidelines. Needless to say, the entire students campaign was ignored by the authorities, let alone their demands be heard!

The movement which had begun was hash-tagged “hokkolorob” which roughly translates into “let the voices be raised”. With each passing day, the movement gathered more and more supporters. With no political agenda and banner, this was a movement solely driven by the sensitive issue which lay at its core.


Date: 16th September 2014

After 150 plus hours of peaceful protest and repeated refusal of the authorities to enter a discussion with the students, it was decided that the peaceful sit-in demonstration in front of the official building of Aurobindo Bhavan would continue indefinitely until the respected Vice Chancellor agreed to initiate a meeting with the students and listen to their demands. Hours flew by. Again, it is to be noted that no official activity was hampered during the process, none of the academic or the non-academic stuff were prevented from entering Aurobindo Bhavan. The protesting students took care to ensure that all employees working inside the very same building were allowed a safe exit. The movement, at no point of time turned violent. The aim of the movement was not the impairment of the academic and non-academic activities of the campus.


The nightmare

The protestors refused to let go of their cause. Night crawled into the campus like a fugitive. The respected Vice Chancellor asked (read threatened) the students to ‘disperse’, failing which he said he would have to summon his ‘forces’ against them. At around 2 am, the lights in the porch of Aurobindo Bhavan went off. What followed was a mass brutalization of the protestors gathered in front of Aurobindo Bhavan that night. Clothes were ripped apart. Women were groped. Boots and batons rained down upon unsuspecting students. Around forty students, including a girl were arrested and kept in custody all night. About thirty seven students had to be admitted in a nearby hospital with grievous injuries.  Those who were less injured or had somehow escaped the wrath of the armed men, tended to their injured but not fallen protestors. The night air was thick with trauma and disbelief.


Date: 17th September 2014


After the initial hiccups over getting the arrested released from the lock-up, a peace rally, some 7000 strong marched from the Jadavpur University grounds towards Dhakuria-Golpark. The rally was joined by eminent theatre personalities, artists, academicians and people from various walks of life. Stalwarts of the society condemned the act of police violence on campus in various talk shows in the media.


Date: 18th September 2014

Another peace rally thronged the roads of the city, this time joined by numerous school students along with colleges and universities, in solidarity with the Jadavpur University students, number of protestors increasing to roughly ten thousand.


Date: 20th September 2014

This day saw one of the biggest peaceful, apolitical rallies in the history of student’s movements in West Bengal. Accumulating at the cultural hub of the city, Nandan, over 1 lakh students and supporters marched to Raj Bhavan, braving the weather gods as the city got drenched in incessant torrential showers for the entire day. All of Kolkata came together to raise their voices against gender inequality and police brutality on campus. Students from JNU, Presidency and innumerable other colleges and universities from all over the country marched for a cause. A delegation comprising of student representatives went to meet the Honourable Governor of Bengal, Mr. Keshari Nath Tripathy. The outcome of the meeting was a ray of hope for the students as the Hon’ble Governor promised to look into the matter and ensure a fair treatment of the whole affair.


This, however, was not to be the end of the fight for justice. At this juncture, the fight had only begun! It was only the first phase of the Hokkolorob Protests.

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Kevin Pietersen Twitter Parody: @kevinpp24 or @KevPietersen24?!

It’s been over a week after Kevin Pietersen released his autobiography. The book is a bold and direct accusation of the internal politics and rifts in the English dressing room. KP has blamed some of the senior players for his ouster from the national team. Soon after the book release, a new parody KP account was created under the name of “KP Genius” on the popular social networking site, twitter. The account has ridiculed every bit of KP’s autobiography. Here are some of the tickling tweets!

“It’s tough being KP genius on twitter. People love to see my tweets. Might defect to Facebook though…” tweeted the parody account. The actual tweet by KP was “It’s tough being me playing for England. For me, the saddest part about all this is that the spectators just love watching me play and I love playing for England.”

The other tweets that followed by the parody account were:

“All these gold medals makes me wish Cricket was in the Olympics. If it was, in 4 years I’ll be South African again so we would have a shout.”

“People who say Test Cricket is the pinnacle haven’t played IPL in front 80,000, slapping Indian medium pacers about at a 141% strike rate.”

“We’ve lost 5 Tests this year and to be honest, KP doesn’t want to be associated with a team full of losers. Read into that what you will.”

“Not sure about retirement yet. Been advised by my great mate at Chelsea Eden Hazard to keep you guessing so you all hang on KP’s every word.”

“Could see Rudolph shaking like a leaf when KP was at the top of my mark. Intimidated by the wizardry that was about to head his way.”

“@markbutcher72 we’re just watching the 98 highlights. Is it true that KP inspired your 1st ton after you watched me bat for Natal?”

“KP going to start a petition to increase prices of Test tickets. You should have to pay at least 3 figures to watch genius’ like KP.”

“Note to ex-pros. Make sure you’re better than KP before you have a pop. Which means unless you’re Don Bradman, keep your mouth shut.”

“Kids, if you want to be a decent spinner like KP then you need 5 things: flight, guile, grip, rip and genius.”

“Got asked who’s had more clubs: KP, Luke Wright or Peter Stringfellow? Dont care. KP plays where the £££s are. Giving the World his genius.”

While Kevin Pietersen is still doubtful about who this mysterious person could be, the reactions from others are worth noticing. KP believes that it some of his ex-team mates who are playing dirty tricks on him. Ironically, players like Eoin Morgan and Matt Prior are actually following the fake twitter account of KP.

Well, that’s all for the entertainment! You can catch up the real Kevin Pietersen by following @kevinpp24 and the fake account by following @KevPietersen24 !

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Bhardwaj’s Haider: A Brief Review


Directed by: Vishal Bhardwaj

Starring: Shahid Kapoor, Tabu, Irrfan, Kay Kay Menon and others.


When you go for Vishal Bhardwaj’s Haider, the beautiful, scintillating Kashmir does not greet you on the screen. Instead, the insurgency-hit Kashmir, heavy with uncertainty, unaccounted deaths and internal conflicts awaits you on the screen. Adapting one of Shakespeare’s longest and most complex plays into the trouble-torn Kashmiri backdrop, Bhardwaj effortlessly merges one man’s political ambition for power with the increasing internal unrest and a young man’s discovery of mortality, revenge and forgiveness in the aftermath of his father’s death.


Bhardwaj carefully implements the universality of Shakespeare’s Hamlet in his Haider, adding plot twists of his own and reinventing title characters. Two of the major changes in Haider are those in the character of the eponymous hero himself and his mother Ghazala (Gertrude in Shakespeare). Bhardwaj’s Haider untangles himself from the eternal cycle of revenge, triumphing his mother’s words of peace over his father’s death wish for revenge. Ghazala, as envisioned by Bhardwaj, walks on the precipice of self-conflict and becomes a victim of circumstances rather than being a co-conspirator in the disappearance of Haider senior. Her husband’s inattention towards her and his preoccupation with work drives her to find solace in the arms of her brother-in-law, Khurram. Ghazala is far from being a deceptive, cunning and scheming queen personality. She, in Haider, is an overprotective mother who can do anything to protect her son.


Haider is a tragedy at both a personal and national level. Ghazala echoes the state of Kashmir when she calls herself a ‘half-widow’. Much like her ambiguous marital status post the disappearance of Haider senior, Kashmir is caught in a ugly truce between the Indian state, Pakistan and local insurgents:  unsure of its belonging and uncertain of its future. Everybody wants a part of Kashmir just as both Khurram and Haider want Ghazala for themselves. Ghazala’s self-mutilation towards the end of the film can be seen as her act of defiance, an attempt to emancipate herself from the conflict of being a loyal lover and a dedicated mother in self-destruction.  Haider , on the other hands, stands on the verge of getting dispossessed of a mother he loves to the point of obsession. The lurking desire to fight for motherland is evident in the young Haider. Therefore, Haider lives under the dual threat of losing both his mother and his motherland. His crisis is that of losing everything.

Irrfan’s conman avatar Roohdar embodies the ghost from Shakespeare’s Hamlet effectively because here is a man without a name, without an identity. He emerges out of smog and gets miraculously healed in the waters of Jhelum. He remains a mysterious, shady character throughout the second-half of the film, emerging out of nowhere and vanishing into nowhere!

The film’s cinematography brilliantly captures the horrors of war, the palpable vulnerability of a conflict-hit state and the tangible uncertainty of the insurgency of the 1990′s. The waters of Jhelum get murky with the blood of the deceased and become a makeshift grave for the unidentified dead. The pristine stretches of snow is interrupted with the blood and gore of blood lust. The shadows on the prison walls become synonymous with the horrors of detention and interrogation. Here is a Kashmir that is a heaven where all hell has broken loose! The hauntingly beautiful background score adds to the bleak ambiance of the film. Melancholy becomes almost a language in Haider. The stellar cast pitches in with commendable performances.

All said, Haider seems to be a little indulgent and veers on the line of getting a tad over the top at times. However, here is a film that no cinephile should miss catching at the big screens, solely because it is Bhardwaj’s Haider more than anything else. And what a brilliant one at that!


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Candle in the Wind

A photo taken by Ronny Sen



“Molested! She has been molested!” rose the cry. The very trauma associated with the word was enough to give a lot of us goose bumps! After all, there was not a single girl who had not been groped somewhere or the other at some point of time! In spite of that, calling for a proper investigation and trialing the veracity of the claim of molestation, an impartial investigation of the matter was requested.  A campus which has been a cradle of the freedom would not have accepted punishment for the non-guilty. After all, victimizing the innocent is as heinous a crime as hushing up an actual offense! Demanding punishment without having concrete and sustainable proof against the person accused is condemnable!  Hence, the demand was to investigate and lend a ear to both the alleger and the alleged. However, even such a just demand fell on deaf ears! Therefore, the voice of protest was born and the language that the varsity students adapted was one of peace. Melodies and rhythms of protest rang in the nook and cranny of the vast campus. Yes. There were weapons. Yes. They were potentially lethal ones! After all, who doesn’t know that the pen is indeed mightier than the sword! Therefore, the voice of guitars and the bold strokes of the brush might have appeared to be a great threat to the intelligentsia of some! Probably the hum of songs that echoed in the darkness of the night scared them into denying a dialogue with these ‘miscreants’! Why, even the reasonability of a sit-in demonstration without hampering functioning of the university was questionable. But unleashing armed forces on students who had  given a cause as grave as gender inequality and campus safety their all for over 150 hours? I’d rather leave the reader to decide for themselves the justification behind the course of action taken for ‘dispersing’ a peace protest!


A lot has been seen and said since the fateful night of 17th September.  Like every story, this piece of history too has two sides to it. All of us have our eyes and ears, apart from something called a brain at our disposal and hence can decide for ourselves on what the truth is. A stand can accordingly be taken; keeping in mind the successive incidents (read mishaps)! One can believe in either this or that, or, for that matter, check out the WIKI page of the #hokkolorob protests and let their sense and sensibility arrive at a conclusion.


However, in other news, the turnout in the successive peace rallies with the primary agenda of raising a voice against police brutality on students has escalated from 5000 to a whopping 60,000 plus! Delhi, Bangalore and Mumbai have been in solidarity besides a lot of other colleges and universities all over the country. The alumni of the varsity, spread over a 100 cities in countries all over the globe have united for a cause. Again, I shall leave it to the reader to decide on the motivation behind the heartfelt and spontaneous participation of so many for a cause that might, to some people, appear to be diminutive. But then, to each, his own!

On the ending note, the fight is far from over! In fact, it has only just begun! Let the candle burn bright in these stormy times!


P.S: It has been very difficult for me maintain an impartial stand on the matter and I apologize for every instance where I’ve let my emotions overpower me. But the, here is an anecdote. When I stepped into the university campus for the first time in my life, I was a wide-eyed teenager aspiring to be a part of the revolutionary cradle that the varsity has been! Jadavpur astounded me. I had grown up on stories that emerged out of the melting-pot of culture, ideals and lifestyle that the varsity has been!  For me, it was like stepping into life itself. Jadavpur taught me to think independently! Jadavpur taught me to never be ashamed of who I was! Jadavpur taught me the true meaning of sorority! Jadavpur was the brave mother who nurtured me for the battle of life! When I see my varsity mired in controversies and debates today, when I cannot hear the hum of music mingled with verses rising out of the depths of the campus, it feels like my freedom has been taken away from me! It feels like my mother is behind the bars! For me and lot of others like me, Jadavpur will be motherland! And therefore, fight shall we tooth and nail till freedom is ours!

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Stories and their Eternal Weave

What is the one story that has stood by you as life ebbed and surged in infinite undulations? Is there a tale, so powerful, that it can take you from the throes of unhappiness and plunge you into a world of wonderment? How did children come to look up to the storyteller and seek him as if he were God? Why does a story bind us like nothing else in this world? Why, do we have so many questions and no answer to the one we would all like to know, what was the first story ever told?Perhaps it predates so much back in time, that we can only believe that it is as old as the universe. Adam and Eve come close to being the first characters ever created. The Bible, figures in the Guinness Book of World Records for not only selling more copies than any other book, but to be consistently rated as the number one book to have transformed the lives of millions of people, incomparable to any other body of work.

Voltaire said, “Faith consists in believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe.” If faith can move mountains, then what is at the foundation of faith? Is it just make-believe statements or personal accounts that otherwise could not have existed had they not occurred naturally, at least in a partial percentage. For there is a very remote chance that they could have been fully imagined otherwise. These are stories of bravery and valour, of awe-inspiring sacrifices and of triumph of the good over the evil. Stories that have stood the test of time because it was not time that created them, but a willingness to tell a story as it should be told, undiluted and flowing like the words of God himself. Ved Vyas performed the Akhand Tapas in the forests for years. He was so well versed in the Vedas and the Shastras that he was able to segregate them, a near impossible task. Then came his epic of epics, the Mahabharata, a divine gift to mankind. But, ever since business and economy have taken centre stage, there has been little relevance given to ancient texts and teachings.

The question then arises, can matter exist without matter? Water needs hydrogen and oxygen, fire needs a spark to jump-start the flames. Similarly did the Espirit De Corps exist in isolation? Did it come from nothing? No.  It existed in the Ayats of the Quran, in the shlokas of the Gita and in the verses of the Bible. So did unity, diversity, employee motivation and several other modern day teachings. If Krishna can live on as Kris and if fairy tales can be further immortalised by digital technology, it is only a matter of time before other legends and folktales become a part of our everyday lives.

The latest Amar Chitra Katha is right on your desktop, an icon glowing, waiting to explode on your screen. Snow White and Cinderella go about their duties in 3-D even as their evil relatives plot their downfall. Aesop and Grimm too have travelled well beyond the walls of their European homes. Neil Gaiman, that magician with words, says in his book Coraline, “Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”

So, let us also travel with these stories and see where they take us, for they may lead us nowhere or lead us beyond our destinies, but surely will leave us more entertained and enlightened, than ever before. A thought, before you begin with that next big story!

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‘Neighbours, but still tension prevails more than peace; same physiological conditions , still hatred prevails more than love’ - This has been the tale of India - Pakistan relations so far. Each time a new government is crowned in India and each time the power shifts between politicians and the military in Pakistan, the whole globe awaits the decisions of each of these countries about the relations between each other. It is worth mentioning that from Vajpayee to Dr. Singh, nothing of some value has turned up from the High Level talks. All these talks have been more of a custom than any sincere initiative to calm down the region and thereby provide a threshold to progress.

The most evident aspect of the attitude of these nations to each other is the frequency of cricket matches between these countries. In both these nations, cricket is a religion of the majority or even more. Avoiding cricket matches between themselves is a strong move to make the hatred known. It is India, who appears to be more interested in this kind of a move. It is interesting that India has neither hosted nor visited Pakistan after the 2008 incidents except once, which was more a way to restore its pride after a continuum of losses than a move to encourage cooperation. After a long time it was announced a few weeks back that bilateral series between India and Pakistan would be restored next calendar year, the latest happenings brings back a question mark to the statement.

Now, the ascend of Narendra Modi as the Indian  Prime Minister, was believed to trigger more tensions in the border. But,  nothing has gone hot yet! Instead, it was seen that he started meetings and peace talks from the scratch. When things were expected to be as usual, he stepped back from the meetings after the Pakistan High Commissioner met the separatists in Kashmir. Though it was routine, as Pakistan claims, Modi seems to be upset with it and wants it changed. This is the trouble in assessing this relationship- one can  never guess what it would be like the next moment! When everything seems  to be on track , something comes up. From Mumbai terror attack to the latest Pakistan High Commissioner’s meeting with the separatists in Kashmir, all these factors have spoiled it. Peace seems to  hate this part of the world altogether

We have for sure fallen hands down to the trap set by the British to prevent the growth and development of the region. The policy of Divide and Rule was a great success, right from the case of Bengal to that of India, Pakistan and Bangladesh. The way they split India into a Hindu nation and a Muslim nation did the trick and India is still developing. No other nation in the world would have matched India’s wealth and now we still striving to be one of the ‘Riches’. We need to break the stereotypes and rise.

Whatever be, the common man continues to believe that sooner or later a positive decision would be made. For Indians, it is that his children would have the right to draw an Indian map with Her head held high and for Pakistanis that terror and blame game on Kashmir would end, irrespective of whether Kashmir is India’s or Pakistan’s. But, still, a solution seems to be very far.


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The Cycle of Life

It is hard to think of anything else while you and your bicycle are going down a hill at full speed. When all you hear is the rattling iron and all you see is the unending road ahead. With the wind in your hair, you feel you can do anything! Maybe, losing some control is the best way to gain some insight.

Yes! We have bought a bicycle. My friend, AA and I always wanted one. Since the start of college, we had been eyeing every cycle-owner with envy, imagining how it would feel to own such a thing of beauty. We had also been putting it off for the next semester. But after ‘some’ delay we are finally proud owners of our bicycle. We call her ‘Siyahi’, owing to her navy blue colour. And boy! we are in love with her.

If you happen to come down to NITK , and you see two girls on a cycle, one with her hands stretched wide, kissing the breeze and the other trying really hard to balance, while peddling with all her might, you can safely assume that they are us. Who is who, I will not reveal here.

I have spent the past month honing my riding skills, which in my case meant learning how to ride a cycle all over again. To people who say that you can never forget how to ride, I would say… Well…Yes, you can! It is possible! After seven years of staying off the wheel, I was falling into the ditch again. But that’s a thing of the past now. I have successfully conquered that obstacle and I am glad to inform you that now there is more riding than falling involved when I hit the pedal. It has been so long since I learned something. Not just read and later forgot. Like actually LEARN! There is something so pure about the joy of completing a physical task, where its just you and your body, and nobody else. When you are zooming straight ahead, the world turns into a tunnel. Everything looks like a movie being played in fast forward.  Its you and the road. Nothing else matters. You keep going on, hoping that this would never end. This feeling of being the master of your destination - the master of your fate.

After many riding sessions around the campus, I finally feel confident to take her out. Pavinje is a river bank close to our college. AA and I will be going there tomorrow for our first out-of-college-Siyahi adventure. I promise to put up pictures of the sunrise. Hopefully, we will get up on time. For now, here are some pictures of the good times:

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ITTF STIGA Trick Shot - Ganapathi Subramanian

The International Table Tennis Federation ( ITTF) is set in search of the world’s best table tennis trick shot. The ITTF STIGA Trick Shot Showdown, challenges Table tennis enthusiasts around the world to send in their best ever table tennis trick shot to prove to the world they have the best trick shot in the world. The 2014 showdown promises to be the best ever. In addition to the prestigious title of owning the world’s best table tennis trick shot, the winner will also walk away with US$4,000, , one-year STIGA Sponsorship, and a 4 day 3 night trip to the ITTF World Tour Grand Finals in Bangkok, Thailand to meet top table tennis stars.

R. Ganapathi Subramanian, a third year student of NIT Trichy, whirls in his trick as the only entry from India. A blind folded back service to hit a small target that falls as the dot placed upon i in “STiGA”. The trick is performed with all its elegance and tint. Watching him blindfold himself at the start of the trick, in a place away from the TT table, makes the trick interesting and obviously more challenging. To blind fold oneself and yet manage to hit from the right spot is great talent and relentless practice. It is jaw dropping as one watches the ball tip-tap and turn around before it bounce across the net. And it is amazing as the ball skims the coin on its path. To see the coin fall to complete the dot on ‘i’ in “STiGA” is pure elegance.

“A trick that completes STIGA” it can be called.

Being the only participant from India in this international level competition, Ganapathi Subramanian stands taller among other participants and his trick needs encouragement. To watch him perform click here.

Having won the third maximum views online, Ganapathi Subramanian has made it to the finals of this prestigious competition. Fighting among other top 5, this only Indian participant has made the world look upon Indian Table Tennis. Fueled purely by his passion for Table Tennis, Ganapathi Subramanian has steered his way to the finals. The finalist is chosen on a vote basis. To vote for Ganapathi Subramanian click here. For the Indian spirit in you, follow and vote for him.

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