Some days ago, on a trip to Tiruchirappalli in Tamilnadu, I was addressing management students at a college on the city outskirts. The campus was well spread out and the 60 management students whom I was to address were all impeccably dressed in uniforms. This was a completely different experience for me – seeing post graduate students in uniform. To get the students to open up, I started conversing in Tamil, which actually worked – not because I spoke well, but because my broken language made the conversation funny.