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This is a new year. 

A new beginning. A good beginning makes a good end.

Technopark, Trivandrum Park centre employees have again gathered down in a Christmas mood to chill out the warmth of friendship and togetherness, once again in this incredible cluster. Delighted with the spectrum of Christmas gala, series of fun and fulfillment, the celebration noted cheerful words in everybody’s hearts. 
As they relish the goodies, decorate every nook and corner of this techy space, the enjoyment and warmth of the gathering bounced to its peak, which is reflected on every sunny faces around there.
Christmas kept showering its merry everywhere; a techy world is not different. Technopark Kollam gathered around once more to get drenched in the real spirit of this festive season in its complete essence. With another casket of memories, the day left them with  minds full of brimming joy and friendship.
Entries have been invited for the fourth edition of Qisa- Qisa 2015, short film festival for employees of Technopark, Trivandrum, organised by Prathidhwani, socio-cultural organisation of the employees. The festival is scheduled to be held on January 2016.
The short films should be original creations of Technopark employees of any phase. All films should be submitted on DVD for consideration of the selection committee, before January 20, 2016. The best short film will be given a cash prize of Rs.11,111 and the second best film will get Rs.5,555. The best director and scriptwriter will get Rs.5,555 each.
Technopark’s popular short film fete ‘Qisa 2015’ will be conducted in two sessions, one for screening of films and other an award function.
To Register, visit: 
Come and join to be a proud partaker in the state's first ever Cyclathon pedal for fun and fitness on 24 January 2016. Manaveeyam road will witness the flag off and finishing hit. All riders will be awarded medals and certificates, for their enthusiasm and effort in making this event a grant success. 
To know more and register visit

A Review of the year that was!

Technopark Employees Co-operative Society Ltd Bank started function in Technopark, Trivandrum, was inaugurated on April 29, 2015. 
Technopark CEO, Shri. K G Girish Babu inaugurated the New LED wall at Technopark Trivandrum Campus on 22nd June 2015.
The Technopark’'s new logo was launched on 27th July 2015, as part of the silver jubilee celebrations, by Shri Oommen Chandy, honorable Chief Minister of Kerala 
Technopark in its 25 long years of voyage hit a milestone of reaching its Silver Jubilee on 2015; a fiesta of proud and merriment, which lasted till August 7, 2015. The celebration was in the air as the entire campus aroused to the threshold of enjoyment, with grand programs and events.
Technopark celebrated Onam 2015 by organizing 'Onananma', which collected and gifted huge amount of rice and other edibles to a large group of around 180 families in association with Gandhi Samarak Nidhi
Solid Waste Management System @ Technopark Trivandrum was inaugurated on September 30, 2015 by  Minister for Industries and IT Shri PK Kunhalikkutty
Technopark, Trivandrum signed the framework agreement with US based Taurus Investment Holdings LLC USA  on September 30, 2015
Technopark celebrated DaanUtsav 2015, its annual festival of giving is celebrated on October 8, 2015. What made the event more than memorable were not just the deeds of giving, but the act that overwhelmed their minds.
(Short Story)
Author     : Vinitta Elizabeth Mathew
Company : Device Driven Pvt. Ltd.
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It must be as old as my grandfather. I remember the radio, ever since my memory was old enough to remember things.
A black, rustic looking contraption with two tape decks sporting orange centers that I used to imagine were its eyes and two big, gray knobs on either side that looked like its ears. I can’t remember if it could ever smile though.I like to think of it as a serious radio.
Listening to the radio was not just routine for my grandfather. It was his radio that made him feel alive.The radio would be up and running at 5 am everyday. It was my grandfather’s little way of letting the house know that the day is all ours, to seize by its horns. As kids on vacation from the Gulf, we found that this crackling put us, right back to sleep. A silly assurance that, our grandpa is up to protect us, from all the creepy, gooey, crawly tormentors that the night brings with it.
The only time the radio ever interested us, was when it was either too sunny or rainy to go out and play. We enjoyed twisting and turning all the knobs and switches, this way and that and then laughing our guts out,seeing our poor grandfather struggling to revive it.
If I were to close my eyes now, to imagine my grandfather, I can picture him seated on his brown chair, his shiny bald head tilted devotedly towards the radio, face impassive. Like a priest in a confessional, like lovers sharing a secret.
My grandfather began loosing his sight when he turned 70. It was a slow process. An inch of darkness, budging in with every passing year. He used to be a very strong, very active man and it worried him immensely.He grew all the more dependent on his radio. Like a pain balm promising some temporary relief.
It happened one afternoon.
My grandfather’s radio went dead. He feared death for the first time that day. He could almost smell it, taste it.
My grandfather refused to accept that his beloved radio was gone. Every day he would take the radio in his hand and prod and cajole it to talk back to him. Even the faintest sound from it would excite him.
Once when I called home to chat with him, he asked me if I could get him a pocket radio. Only if it wasn’t too much of a trouble, he said. I said I will. The week went by in a blur. It was only on the day before I left for home that I remembered about the radio. I rushed to the first electronic shop I saw and chose the only model available with them, with a ‘Made in China’ sticker. It cost me about 125 rupees and took me barely 5 minutes. A hasty purchase, that meant nothing to me then. The look on his face was priceless,when I gave it to him that day.
A month later, I heard from my mother that the pocket radio never worked at all.
He still, never lost hope that he would one day bring back his old friend. He kept trying and he even left the switch on all the time. Just in case, life struck at the oddest of moments.
My grandfather breathed his last during his sleep on a Sunday after Easter. He was long gone by the time the doctor arrived.
The house was teeming with people the next day. People going in and people going out and, a hundred things to do before the funeral. We were in his room cleaning up, when we heard it.
A cough, a sputter, some more sputtering, and then it crackled back to life. A life, that didn’t mean a thing to anybody. But to me it did, to me it meant a whole lot.
Just then my uncle came into the room and pulled out the plug…
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Technopark Phase III building illuminated 
Photo: Prasanth Kumar