CrowTalks
5-Year Anniversary

A secret conversation that's not so secret anymore

Desperate Times Cawl For Desperate Measures

The walls have ears and the crows have beaks that have never failed to discuss matters within these campus walls. The mode of education has changed, the living conditions have changed and even though the debilitating pandemic is back for round two, our faculties and administration, through their unshakable resolve...

A much-needed elderly advice

To Mate Or Not to Mate

The youngest batch of crowlings had gathered around at sharp 9 AM for yet another learning session. All of them had sharpened their claws ready for drawing the bird’s eye view of objects. However, they were in for a surprise. The elder who had been tasked with educating them decided to start with the usual questioning on arrival. The fledglings sat with trembling wings as they realized that they didn’t remember a single thing from the previous class...

A caw for strike

CrowTales Ep 7: At the ‘strike’ of midnight hour

It was the winter of ‘83. A tune far too familiar to the crows had disrupted the tranquillity of the night. It was the signature tune of the announcement system cum college radio. But it was 12 AM. Was an assignment due? Was there a malfunction? Or was it a caw for revolt much like the fall of 1947? The silence for the next few moments was almost deafening as the air...

Always and eppozhum in your heart

Memoirs of a Crow

NIT Calicut boasts of a 300-acre campus but only you and I know how much of that doesn’t qualify to be a tropical rainforest. NIT Calicut has a horde of highly felicitated faculty but only you and I know who the “good ones” are. The website tells you of all the messes and canteens, but only we know what to get, where and when to get it. Whether C-mess for a good masala dosa or Sumith ettan’s mess for a good...

A Christmas surprise

Ragam’19 V2.0

Until very recently, there have been three things the crows have been absolutely certain of: the sky is blue, girls have to get back to their hostels before nine lest they be snatched away by the vile creatures which prey on them after sundown, and there is a fest for each semester...

Everybody’s a gangsta until the cockroach starts flying.

Leg Piece

But this one wouldn’t. How could it? It had been mercilessly hacked to death and served to satisfy the students’ palate after continuous complaints about the monotonous menu and tasteless food. A cockroach leg was sure to add the extra pinch of flavour everybody needed. Truly redefines the...