tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49021373338920845202024-02-20T06:38:06.127-08:00SIMC UG 2012SIMC UG 2012http://www.blogger.com/profile/11256601483230810670noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-28482678665033977582012-09-23T06:38:00.000-07:002012-09-23T06:39:55.919-07:00When you're employed and you know it...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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...you won't have the energy to clap your hands.</div>
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Chennai - Familiar and yet foreign to me. I’m employed now.
I will graduate soon (in spite of the one careless backlog) and my status as a
working adult, as a professional in the media industry, will be more concrete
than ever.</div>
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I cannot say that college feels just yesterday. I felt the
full three years that it took. I grumbled and laughed and dreamt and slept
through the days that were long and loved; that today are sorely missed. </div>
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But I can say it was just yesterday that I joined work, that
I signed a contract as an Assistant Director. My first salary, my first
workplace criticism, workplace achievement, have all come and gone so fast that
I hardly believe them to have happened. These people, with their different
traditions, customs, different socio-cultural upbringing, have slowly become
family. Being the only woman in the office makes it difficult and easy at the
same time. But the novelty wears off, especially for the team, thank god. They
start treating you as the AD that grins, trips over non-existent things and
does so-and-so work. Fine by me!</div>
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The lack of friends and family to spoil you hits you hard in
a new city, especially on your birthday. I constantly crave the company of my
friends. I miss my college, Pune, my dear professors and more than anything or
anyone else, my mom. At home, my morning routine would be to wake up, brush
teeth, find mom and slump against her.
And yes, I would drink hot tea. I eat all my meals at work now – the
advantage of an 8am to 12am job means you don’t spend on food (hello production
money). </div>
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Yes, you are tired all the time. As a student, we used to
exchange tales of staying up till 3am and 4am watching movies. </div>
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“I just can’t fall asleep”</div>
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“I’m an insomniac”</div>
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Please. </div>
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I could lie down in the middle of the college amphitheatre
with a session in progress and still fall asleep within seconds. </div>
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Some mornings, I want to pack everything I have, sterilize
the place and fly back home as if the very devil </div>
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and his ten plagues were after
me. But the feeling passes even as I hunt for my specs. </div>
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It feels great to be employed. It feels shitty to be away
and alone but that’s how it is. And what they say is true. You learn and
assimilate a lot just by being at work for an hour. Every last nook, cranny and
unimaginable segment of pre-production finally makes sense to you – most times
you are running after that last unimaginable segment, waving a paper in his
face and asking him to sign it. </div>
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If there are any
juniors reading this (or anyone to whom it applies) – if you don’t already have
a PAN card, get one right away. And renew those passports. NOW. It will save
you so much of time and unnecessary, over-complicated, process. I recently
discovered (because I walk life with blinders on) that there is not one valid ID proof that certifies the existence of
‘Kavya Ashok Kumar’ on Planet Earth. Normally, that wouldn’t bother me in the
least. But it becomes a hassle when you’re trying to get a post-paid cell connection.
And well, you just need those documents when you’re working (NEWS FLASH). You (read
Kavya) deserve to be kicked in the behind if you postpone, neglect and/or plain
ignore to get these done before getting employed.</div>
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Well, this is becoming a rambling post. To my fellow
SIMC-ians, you are all sorely missed. All the best working/studying/just being.
Those last two are especially brilliant and priceless and it’s something we realize
only when we move from one to another, I guess. </div>
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(This is becoming preachy too…Lord, I need to call one of
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And don’t stop for whatever reason. It’s one type of bad to
be a student, to be not working. It’s another type to realize that you are
employed, that very little can save your professional ass when push comes to
shove, and that, well, there’s a deadline in 5 minutes that probably ended happily
in an alternate universe. On the whole,
the bigger whole that we always look for, it’s all good. It’s all work and if
this is your field, then it’s all fun. </div>
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<o:p>Kavya Ashok Kumar</o:p></div>
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Dedicated to Neeti!</div>
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P.S. - NEETI, you're right. We should revive this slightly dead blog.</div>
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Kavyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05212922577747706559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-3702177896252799242012-05-30T06:18:00.004-07:002012-05-30T06:18:47.637-07:00hello?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's still here, this blog, neglected and forlorn!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-89184967901305331152010-10-16T08:48:00.000-07:002010-10-16T10:49:09.883-07:00Well, now.<br />Its finally time. Maadhyam 2011 is on its way. <br /><br />An initiative of SIMC UG (3 whole batches together! Achievement number 1.) we present to you Maadhyam 2011.<br />Be sure to 'join the fun'. <br /><br />Follow us on:<br /><br />http://www.facebook.com/Maadhyam.2011<br />http://twitter.com/maadhyamfestAkanksha Aryahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16359660958672776224noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-41990857664561107972010-10-02T22:45:00.000-07:002010-10-02T22:47:36.336-07:00Beauty and that Regular BeastThe waves calmed me down.<br />The silence around calmed me a wee bit more.<br />I smiled inwardly.<br />Taking out a piece of paper, I tried to soak in the beauty around me. To muse. <br />And it worked. <br />I wrote again of a thing called beauty, of the flowers, of love and of course, of her.<br /> <br />I then got up, walked a few kilometers and sat down in another part of the world. Crowds were bustling around me. Running around in circles. Zombie-ish : these walking dead bodies. I wrote again of their beauty.<br /> <br />Then home. The bed. The beauty of sleep. Of home sweet home home.<br /> <br />Beauty in death. In a child. In a tear drop.<br />Of a smile. Of contradictions. Of love. <br /> <br />Beauty.<br />Beauty.<br />BEAUTY.<br /> <br />There's more. I couldn't perceive anymore. I couldn't think.<br />A thing of beauty is a joy forever? Fuck. What if everything was beautiful? I was dying slowly. Rotting. I could only see beauty. I was sick of it. Sick of the one word vocabulary. <br />The cynic in me was withering away. But but BUT!<br /> It was beautiful, you know. Like the withering wintery leaves.<br />Beautiful.<br /> <br />There is too much beauty in my life, I guess Mr. Keats?Akanksha Aryahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16359660958672776224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-72667656207700784342010-07-25T01:10:00.000-07:002010-07-25T01:12:16.687-07:00On the road with you...Deep in thought, we walked- on and on, without paying much attention to our surroundings, ourselves or us! We walked like two living graveyards and my mind was blocked to do any sort of talking. Did this affect you?<br /> At times like these, self doubts arose and I began thinking whether you really cared. I knew I did…about you…but was it the same from your side too?<br />I was in doubt always and it lead me to not ask you anything about it. Every time I thought of bringing up the topic, it seemed to be the wrong time…not the opportune moment! I wish for only that moment that you could read my thoughts. Did you care what I thought of you? Did you care whether I thought of you at all? The doubt manifested itself into making me think that I did not matter to you, that I had ceased to make a difference!<br />And yet when we passed each other in the corridors and our arms brushed past each other, all my doubts were vanished in thin air. When you look into my eyes the way only you can, you complete me! All the stupid mistakes I make which make you smile make me laugh! At times when silence is what I need but your still there holding my hand, I feel loved…comforted! Every moment I spend with you, I live in the present or mostly it’s just re-living our past moments. I wait for you to come after me and when you do, I forget my troubles. When we are together, to me everyone else on Earth suddenly becomes non-existent…it’s just me and you.<br />The time when you say you love me, I take that to be the truth even though it is not so. The time we hug my mind is locked into only thinking about you.<br />Tiny things, like these make the biggest of differences and though there are times that we spend quietly thinking, those are the times I treasure those are the moments I spend with you.Dev Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08187637110101677832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-28184712304070907872010-05-31T00:58:00.000-07:002010-05-31T01:00:52.252-07:00Hello, much? :P<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">:D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">hi, all. it's my first post here. i din't know what to write, so here's something to smile/laugh/guffaw about. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Until next time.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">P.S - Save all of these on your desktop and then view them using Windows Picture Viewer, it'll go in order, and it's funnier that way.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The superficial life she led was coated with lies and presented to him.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">He had known her once and lost her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">He knew the many emotions she felt inside,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">He knew the sentiments she attatched herself to.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">But she seemed happier now,less burdensome.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">He took on the burden but ignored its existence.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Slowly,the smiles faded and the inner self was left exposed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">He left her again for he wanted to evade all that she asked of him.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">In today's times,a little love is too much to ask for.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-25852626573029044312010-05-16T05:21:00.000-07:002010-05-17T05:16:44.260-07:00Also check out blogs of:Malvika Asher -<br />ei-what-re.blogspot.com<br /><br />Rohini Kejriwal-<br />revelationswithinblogspot.com<br /><br />Neil Chitnis -<br />neilgiri.blogspot.com<br /><br />Jay Dantara -<br />jaydantara2.blogspot.com<br /><br />Aditya Akash-<br />adityawashere.blogspot.com<br /><br />Ayesha Ahmed-<br />ayeshasruti.blogspot.com<br /><br />Sanyukta Iyer-<br />whenyoucannotcook.blogspot.com<br /><br />Tejaswini Naik-<br />tejaswininaik27.blogspot.com<br /><br />Nikita Sarin-<br />Indiantragedy.blogspot.com<br /><br />Kavya Kumar -<br />healingsword.blogspot.com<br /><br />Lorraine Bangera-<br />within-a-frame.blogspot.com<br /><br />Mohan Sinha Sir -<br />mohansblog.wordpress.com<br /><br /><br /><br />Keep visiting :)SIMC UG 2012http://www.blogger.com/profile/11256601483230810670noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-27946501888742349002010-05-11T05:57:00.000-07:002010-05-12T05:46:33.793-07:00What's in a Name?<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 130%;">Sexy Sharalaya Pvt. Ltd<br />
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no offence intended anyone productions!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 130%;">Proudly present<br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 180%;"><b><u>Whats in a name?</u></b>(naam mein kya hain?)</span></div><ol type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">If Aparajita decides to eat in a vegetarian hotel, what would the world call this event? </span></li>
</ol><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Answer: OMG it’s Aparajita Kalyani Veg!!!!!!!!</span>
</ul><ol start="2" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Sanyukta decides to start her own radio station, she names it?</span> </li>
</ol><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Answer: Radio W(iyer)!!! </span>
</ul><ol start="3" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Tim Burton came to <a href="http://s.i.mc/" target="_blank">S.I.MC</a> and he decided he wanted to caste someone from the college in a magnum opus production of his. He found his person but kept it suspense. One year later, people saw the trailer of the movie - <br />
“Mehernaz F Jila with her answer paper in Wonderland”!!!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">What’s the major similarity between Sholay and S.I.M.C?</span> </li>
</ol><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Answer: Both of them have legendary Thakurs! ( Just in case you didn’t realise Rohan is a Thakur too!) </span>
</ul><ol start="5" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Who cheats a lot during tests and exams in S.I.M.C?</span> </li>
</ol><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Answer: Neil (Cheat)nis!! </span>
</ul><ol start="6" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Why did Siddhi leave Maharashtra?</span> </li>
</ol><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Answer: Coz Thakeray told her “ Abey tuuu Bhopal(e) la nighun jaa, tu ithli nahiss!!!! “ </span>
</ul><ol start="7" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Who are the two that make Nandan both proud and sad at the same time?</span> </li>
</ol><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Answer: Shaan and Pareshaann!!!!!! </span>
</ul><ol start="8" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Saket comes to know that Shalini is cheating on him. He is shocked and says???</span> </li>
</ol><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Answer: OH MY GHOSH!! </span>
</ul><ol start="9" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">If Vibhuti Happa decided to build a hotel, she would name it???!!!???</span> </li>
</ol><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Answer: Taaajjjuuuu Mahal! </span>
</ul><ol start="10" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Anupam Siddharth decided to conduct a test on the Godfather screenings. Every one failed because they were asleep as they could not understand the accent. Who topped?</span> </li>
</ol><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Answer: OBVIOUSLY Sherry!! Why? Coz she was Sherry Italia(n) hence she easily understood Marlon Brando’s accent.</span>
</ul><ol start="11" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Isha Chauhan lovessss soft toys!!! So what did her best friends gift her on her birthday???</span> </li>
</ol><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Answer: Teddy Ashok!! </span>
</ul><ol start="12" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Sexy Sharalaya: Arey NeilgirI we should come up with a joke on Nakul. After all he was our roommate in Panchgani!</span> </li>
</ol><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Neilgiri: Yeh! Let’s think of one!!!</span>
</ul><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Thinking thinking thinking.........</span>
</ul><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Sexy Sharalaya: Yeh, i got a riddle!</span>
</ul><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Neilgiri: Shoot! I am all ears!!</span>
</ul><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Sexy Sharalaya: If Nakul was to play a character in Mahabharat, which character would he play?</span>
</ul><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Neilgiri: Hmnnn, i don’t know. Answer?</span>
</ul><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Sexy Sharalaya: Any character will do, but most definitely a Kaura(va)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span>
</ul><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">LOL LOL LOL LOL!!!!!!!!!!</span>
</ul><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Neilgiri: Arey, why can’t he play ‘Nakul the Pandava’??</span>
</ul><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Neilgiri and Sexy Sharalaya: ROLLING ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING THEIR SUPER SEXY ASSESS OFF!!</span>
</ul><ol start="13" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">What SIMC couple is good for your hair?<br />
Ans : S(h)ampu.</span> </li>
</ol><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">One more on our world famous S.I.M.C couple!</span>
</ul><ol start="14" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Dhruv Prakash when he is drunk: Sampu Roxx!</span> </li>
</ol><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Dhruv Prakash in his senses: Sampu Roxxx!!!</span>
</ul><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Dhruv Prakash during class hours: Sampu Roxxxxx!!!!!</span>
</ul><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Dhruv Prakash at pavement: Sampu Roxxxxxxx!!!!!!!</span>
</ul><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Dhruv Prakash while having sex: Well Ahem ahem ahem!!! </span>
</ul><ol start="15" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Whats Ayesha’s favourite slogan?<br />
Ans : V-shal overcome!</span> </li>
</ol><ol start="16" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">And what’s Vishal’s favourite slogan?</span> </li>
</ol><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Ans: Ayyy-shall overcome!!</span> <br />
<ol start="17" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Why doesnt Sreyashi support the Kolkata IPL team?<br />
Ans : Because, DEY doesn’t get along with the kNIGHTriders!</span> </li>
</ol><ol start="18" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Who got a warning letter for getting a tiger to college?<br />
Ans : Nandan Sher-laya!</span> </li>
</ol><ol start="19" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;"><i>Once Pragya is sleeping in class. The prof comes from behind and :</i>Prof : Oh, ho ho ho! Whats this? Are we relaxing?<br />
Pragya : No, im Pragya Singh.</span> </li>
</ol><ol start="20" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">What will children in the future say when the visit the hall of fame in the UN museum?<br />
Ans : Koshtub, Voh-raha!</span> </li>
</ol><ol start="21" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Who turns up everytime someone has a smoke?<br />
Ans : Malvika ASHer</span> </li>
</ol><ol start="22" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Who is the most successful person in college so far?<br />
Ans : Purnima, coz she frequently reaches out to the Akash (sky).</span> </li>
</ol><ol start="23" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">But it’s a damn competitive world. If Purnima can reach the sky, who can touch the stars?<br />
Ans : Chandani !</span> </li>
</ol><ol start="24" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Why was Angi’s native tounge mentioned as ‘Punjabi’ in the records?<br />
Ans : Coz they thought he is Angi Kaur!</span> </li>
</ol><ol start="25" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Who is the in-house expert on outdoor advertising?<br />
Ans : Monica BANERjee</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Who is the Kamina?<br />
Ans : Jay DHANTANA!</span> </li>
</ol><ol start="27" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Who is a true believer in ’17 till I die’ ?<br />
Ans : Trisha SATRA</span> </li>
</ol><ol start="28" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Who is the most restless, noisy person?<br />
Ans : (pr)Ashant Kanaujia</span> </li>
</ol><ol start="29" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Which character in college is actually fictional like all Karan Johar movies?<br />
Ans : A-myth!</span> </li>
</ol><ol start="30" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">What is Neha P.’s favourite food?<br />
Ans : Pee-za!</span> </li>
</ol><br />
<ol start="30" type="1"><ol start="31" type="1"><li><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Against the wishes of her family and friends, Neha P decided to marry DHANTANA. S.I.M.C decided to close for two days in protest. Why?</span> </li>
</ol></ol><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Ans: They didn’t want association with another Pee-Jay.( PJ Neilgiri and PJ Sexy Sharalaya were ENOUGHH!) </span><br />
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32. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">If you throw Trisha the one with normal human hair, in a dust bin, what does she still say!!!</span> <br />
<ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Answer: I am Bin-"Das"!</span>
</ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">33. Sexy Sharalaya: Abey Neil, main soch raha tha, kii humain aur jokes develop karna chahiye.</span> <br />
<ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">Neilgiri: B********! English main bol, nahi toh Anisha will go ask Vishal Jokare for subtitles! </span>
</ul><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;"><wbr><wbr></span>
</ul><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;"><wbr>-The End-</span>
</ul><ul><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 100%;">By : Nandan and Neil (<a href="http://www.neilgiri.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://www.neilgiri.blogspot.com/</a>)</span>
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</ul>SIMC UG 2012http://www.blogger.com/profile/11256601483230810670noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-52063400290179610662010-04-01T22:26:00.000-07:002010-04-02T02:53:49.883-07:00what are friends for...? a longer life!ohk guys....so here is the latest research/study/report bla bla bla...well, obviously not so latest, considering the fact that it came to light last year sometime, but yeah...for us SIMC-ians, it sure is new!<br /><br />so, here's the deal i am putting up in front of you...just one month...no, wait that would be real less....3 months...(haha! shaan...3 again! ;) ). yes, so guys 3 months thats' all i ask for...don't try...just think, 'cuz trying it might kill you...it killed me for a whole lotta good time...2 years! yep. neway...what i am saying is...for 3 months just think of your life without any friends. in your life. around you. not talking to you, or you not talking to them.<br /><br />wow. would surely feel great! wouldn't it?<br /><br />hell no. it would kill you...! it killed me too...but i somehow managed to keep alive, my parents' hopes and expectations were at stake...and then, at that point of time, even your life doesn'r matter...you put it behind too to achieve something to shine in the eyes of your parents. so thats what kept me alive, even when i was dead.<br /><br />and then, guys imagine, after those three months, that one friend walks in...lalalalaaaaa....and in walks sunshine, right in your life...tell me...yes or no...?<br /><br />that's what the experts did. isolated people, for a period of 3-4 months and then sent along a friend. and the person who was almost on the verge of killing himself, saw a new life right there. they even saw this in amongst the old aged. those who were lonely, or had been, died faster, or were going through various problems, but those, who had friends...they are still alive, and kickin' ! :)<br /><br />so yo guys! be it just one or many...keep ur buds right alongwith you...and see life shines more...<br /><br />ta da! <br /> till next time...toodles!tejaswini naikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00510189210206440262noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-20254180466143684832010-03-16T10:52:00.000-07:002010-03-16T10:54:58.156-07:00Korbo Lorbo Jeetbo- The Spirit of Kolkata<em>“Korbo Lorbo Jeetbo rey…korbo lorbo rey…jeetbo rey…jeetbo rey…aami Kolkata…We Rule!!”</em><br /><em>“We will win at any cost, we will fight and we will win! We are Kolkata, we Rule! ”</em><br />This theme song of the Kolkata Knight Riders(KKR) is sort of self explanatory about the passion and never say die attitude that a Bengali carries with himself ,wearing his heart on his sleeves as he walks and this is what makes him special, what sets him apart from everyone else. And it’s no coincidence that the man who symbolizes passion and excitement in India is the owner of KKR- Shah Rukh Khan.The Oxford dictionary says that the word passion means a sudden and strong outburst of emotion, but for Bengali’s it’s a way of life. Every Bengali who does something, however minuscule, does it with passion. Be it sport, be it politics, be it food, music, cinema or for that matter be it an ordinary day in the life of a Bengali- whatever a Bengali pursues he does it with passion and a lot of commitment! He lives life to the fullest, without doubt and regret! Passion is what drives them ahead at times bursting out of its state of dormancy and changing the person completely.Numerous examples can be found when looking for passion within a Bengali. Take a football match between two of the biggest teams in Bengal- East Bengal versus Mohun Bagan and one will know what I mean. The Salt Lake stadium is filled chock- a- bloc with people in team colors- painted faces, banners, flags, a readiness to pick up a fight with the rival team supporters but most of all a craze for football is what differentiates them from any other person!Sourav Ganguly is one of those who has the people of Bengal going gaga over him; after all he is the Dada of West Bengal. I still remember the wild celebrations both in England and Kolkata after Ganguly’s historic win against England in the NatWest series final in 2002. His shirt twirling antics at Lord’s and the streets of Kolkata full of people, jumping, hugging and congratulating each other over the fantastic win. It was a sight to behold! Their passion, at times, borders the limits of craziness- if one day they praise Ganguly for an excellent innings played, a lean patch will turn the same supporters into becoming his harshest critics- but then there are always two sides to a coin!Food, music and film are three other things which more than just interests the average Bengali or should I more specifically say- Macher Jhol(fish curry), Rabindranath Tagore and Satyajit Ray. Bengali’s watch “Pather Panchali” and listen to “Rabindra Sangeet” with the same fervor as the yesteryears’. Their passion for a good meal, great music and an old classic remains unsatiated and unfulfilled as ever. And then there are other big names in the film industry who engender this passion- Kajol, Bipasha Basu, Rani Mukherjee and Pradip Sarkar just to name a few.An article on Kolkata is incomplete without the mention of Mamta Banerjee. She is one who instills a different kind of passion within a Bengali. Whatever she does, she believes in and such is the power of her ideas and passion of belief that it rubs off on the others as well; a perfect example is the Nandi gram issue in Bengal. The passion with which she does her work and the hard work she puts in to achieve her goal is unmatched and admired by the people of Bengal.But political passion doesn’t always leave you without a twist in the tail. It is but a common sight seeing parties having heated discussions and disagreements that doesn’t bode well for the people of Kolkata- their propensity to call bandhs and hartals, and block the entire city with their insensitive processions and political rallies. This “political passion” is the reason the state has fallen from grace from its heydays.If even now there are doubts about how passionate a Bengali can be, well I would suggest you to be in Kolkata for a night and witness the atmosphere of its nightlife- its electric! Tantra, Someplace Else, Aqua, Sheesha and Underground are but a few night clubs famous for setting the right mood for the night! This new passion has changed the outlook of many conventional or orthodox Bengali’s, it has given them the power to compete with the best in the world. It has also grilled in them the never say die attitude and the will to work hard to achieve success; something they lacked earlier!Somehow this reminds me of the famous lyrics of a Rabindranath Tagore<em>,“Jodi tor daak shune kyu na aashe tobe ekla cholo re…ekla cholo re!”</em><br /><em>“If you call out and no one listens to your call do not be afraid and just keep walking!”</em><br />What he basically wanted to say was, if you are passionate about something don’t be afraid to follow your heart even though you find that no one wishes to follow you! Keep walking alone…keep walking alone!Dev Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08187637110101677832noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-70083704192737245652010-03-15T09:59:00.000-07:002010-03-15T09:59:25.216-07:00On my frame Series (One place, One model): Neha Paranjpe<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b>NEHA PARANJPE</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137475508434086843noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-55580394464269478252010-03-11T17:30:00.000-08:002010-03-11T04:43:31.414-08:00Dionysia 2010.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6bUCjjICG-vf5DFQ-K6KbBwoi-DO3SHqCIlc8akNxsg27DbPJpQ3uHSh4vD2tvcLxCK-YWHwQo0_nUqiMpbimTUzq7Dd_8HzVSmuxBRPgg06njLyH0lUq_-sHJA79dQcm-LW3KdRxACg/s1600-h/27037_398019806040_397767316040_5444588_350538_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6bUCjjICG-vf5DFQ-K6KbBwoi-DO3SHqCIlc8akNxsg27DbPJpQ3uHSh4vD2tvcLxCK-YWHwQo0_nUqiMpbimTUzq7Dd_8HzVSmuxBRPgg06njLyH0lUq_-sHJA79dQcm-LW3KdRxACg/s400/27037_398019806040_397767316040_5444588_350538_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447355232558986466" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">So, it's finally happening.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There's so much more to it this year.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Like we had planned, and were forced to unplan.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nonetheless, it's on track. More or less. And, on it's way.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Keep watching this space. For updates. Like, Bhopu Bajao-ing!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To join the Facebook group, click <a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=351928379367&ref=ts">here</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">To become a fan of Dionysia on Facebook, click <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dionysia-2010/397767316040?ref=mf">here</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">However, I'd suggest you do both. Spread the word. And, bajao!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Poster Courtesy: </i><i><a href="http://www.ei-what-re.blogspot.com/">Malvika Asher</a></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">- Team Dionysia 2010</div></div>SIMC UG 2012http://www.blogger.com/profile/11256601483230810670noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-50082595299106581592010-03-11T04:41:00.000-08:002010-03-11T04:42:37.923-08:00The A to Z of our World<div align="justify"><br />A<br /> : AS. The big boss and it is fitting that this chronicle begin with his name. The head and the dictator of our lives. No one has evoked so much fear in the heads of all the young vulnerable minds (since the witch from Makdee) as much as He has. Logical, efficient, ruthless and sarcastic but most importantly knows his job and does it realy well. However one fact remains. Love him, hate him. Respect him, dont respect him. There is simply no escaping him. A small snippet from an average AS lecture : “You will count the exact number of shots in this feature film. Not one more, not one less. And if you do so correctly, there is a prize for you. You will get to survive. ”<br /><br />B<br /> : Back Logs. Another word that strikes something close to fear. A back log is something that one gets on failing a test ...or a module .... or an exam?? Actualy, no one has quite understood the grading system, so no one realy knows. Besides, most media trainees suck at maths anyways, so it is a delight watching them grapple with things like percentages, percentiles, proportional grading & the academic co-ordinator to no avail. So how many people in the batch have actualy gotten a confirmed back log so far? 0.<br /><br /><br />C<br /> : Comp Lab. There is nothing that could attract a bunch of students like free internet and the computer lab is no exception. It is the place where you get google and therefore the place where assignments are started, finished, printed and immediately submitted (0.75 seconds before the deadline ). Post 5.30pm even facebook and youtube join the party and no one in their right minds could do anything else if they happen to be present in the lab. It is also a known discussion forum for all the latest happenings in college.<br />D<br /><br />: Dionysia. The annual theatre festival of the college, it is one event that everyone realy looks forward for. Probably because it is the biggest UG intiative (so far); probably because it one show for which the whole institute puts is expected to put its best foot forward, probably because theatre is something that interests most people in some form & capacity or the other; or maybe simply for the love of theatre. So is it happening this year? Hell Yeah it is! Thus in the words of Shakespeare and a few other wise men :<br />“All the world's a stage,<br />And all the men and women merely players;<br />They have their exits and their entrances,<br />And one man in his time plays many parts,<br /> His acts being seven ages.”<br /><br /><br />E<br />: Elevator. Known in common terms as the ‘lift’. Generaly used to transport people to upper levels in a multi-storied structures. Besidesd this, it is used for several other purposes in college like giving free massages, shock therapy and for teaching team work, negotiation, diplomacy and tolerance to the most disasterous sights, smells and sounds.<br /><br /><br />F<br />: Faasos, footpath. The unofficial ‘chilling-out’ zone. As the sun sets and the campus begins to empty, faasos and the footpath wake up to life. The careless laughter of youth fills the (often smoky) air as people unwind and the troubles of the day are momentarily forgotten. And for those moments people actualy talk their heart out (i.e. bitch). <br /><br /><br />G<br />: Gossip. What do you get when you put together a huge number of just- gettin-outta-teenage-years media trainees within an area of a few kilometres around their campus? Gossip. Lots of it. Some of it totaly hilarious, some of it extremly vicious. Link-ups, break-ups, patch-ups, scandals and controversies.... Its all there. However, being fair, gossip is an integral part of any and every college, infact of every organisation. And I dont see why should anyone bother too much about it.<br /><br /><br />H<br /> : Hostels. “There are two reasons because of which the lives of boys in college get screwed. One is MHADA hostel and the other is Sakore Nagar Hostel.” - Ancient Proverb. The North pole and South pole of the SIMC world, the girls’ hostels dictate how fast the winds will blow and how hot the currents will flow on campus. Which hostel you stay in or owe allegiance to could determine anything ranging from where you sit in the class to where you have food in the mess. The latest news, gossip, rumours, politics, bitching, and backstabing are said to originate here in majority circumstances. I sincerly hope that the person who called women the fairer sex does not visit these places though Machiavelli would definetly have picked up a trick or two. p.s: Now im tempted to write a seperate piece on this. :P Oh btw, there is a boys hostel as well, but no one gives a shit about that. :P :P<br /><br /><br />I<br /> : Indigestion. The mess effect. Being fair, for a mess there is a decent variety of food like Pav Bhaji, Chaat, Kadhi-Khichdi, Paranthas, Macroni(yeah right!), Chinese etc besides the regular stuff. The food there is usualy pretty ok and harmless. But sometimes...... ouch! Well atleast, we havent had a Hinjewadi here (yet).<br /><br />J<br /> : Jokes. Jokes are the balm for the soul in the hell-hole that Viman Nagar can be. Fortunately, they can be found in abundance around as can the jokers. And that to, jokes of all types and genres : lame, cheap, vulgar, goofy, slapstick, witty, situational and more. When all those minds with excessive creativity come (and ready willingness to plagerise) together, new levels of humour are achieved. Ultimately, “A day without humour is a day wasted.”<br /><br /> <br />K<br /> : Kadki. For those who are unaware, “kadki” is the Mumbai word for an empty wallet, that phenomenon around which the whole economy of Viman Nagar revolves. It is only after coming here that one realises the importance of the 1st of every month as our wallets feel like a parched traveler does after reaching a lake.<br /><br /><br />L<br /> : Laptops. Everyone has one (Except Jay aka JD. He has a PC and a laptop). And it is every individuals pride. The laptops are storehouses of all kinds of programs, softwares, media and devices. No code is too hard to crack, no password is too hard to track. The amount of data that is shared and passed around is jaw-dropping. People can be found in every place imaginable with their eyes glued onto the laptop screen.<br /><br /><br />M<br />: Mercury. The only serious threat to the bussiness of Faasos and Hira, it is the new hangout place on the blocks which is suited convieniently close to the Sakore girls hostel. But more importantly, it proves a fact that to have a successful place around here, all you need is a few chairs, a couple of tables, a roof overhead, no no-smoking rule, a well-stocked fridge and tea & coffee service.<br /><br /><br />N<br />: Night Outs. Dont be ridiculous, you know what that means! Why would you want me to write about it on the net for public reading?<br /><br />O<br />: Overhead Projectors. The unsung heroes of the college. Imagine a classroom or even a module without one. Presentations, screenings, showcase..... we need a projector for everything. Over time, they have developed interesting pecularities like blue lines, red lines, green tinge etc. But all in all, the classroom systems is something the college definetly hasnt compromised on. <br /><br /><br />P<br />: Panchgani. One of the most memorable times in the life of any student at SIMC. Panchgani is home to Asia Plateau, the picturesque centre of the Modern Re-armament Army (MRA). It is here that the first year students go for their first ever college “study tour”. And it is here that we grow up. It is here that we realise that our batch is our family away from family and that college is a home away from home. But then we get back to Pune and return to our routine ways. And though we all love to pretend as if nothing changed, deep inside you know that you have seen a change. Just a tiny bit, but still a change. Oh, and its not just me saying that. My inner voice agrees as well ;)<br /><br /> <br />Q<br />: QRT. The Quick Response Team of the Pune Police are the de-facto law enforcers of Viman Nagar. Everyone can identify those rickety jeeps that roar about all the time. They share a mutual love-hate relationship with the students. In any case, knowing the sub-inspectors and having their numbers is a status symbol of power here.<br /><br /><br />R<br />: Rohan Thakur. “Aaaawwwww!” “He is SO hot!!!!!!” “He is so many classes apart” “He is SO cool” “10 on 10” Needless to say, the heart-throb. Who never comes to college. In the words of Amit Upadhyay, “Woh Id ke chand ki tarah ladkiyon ko apna mooh dikhake chale jaate hain.” [Translation (for Anisha’s sake) : He comes (like the moon on Id), Is Seen, Conquers and then disappears for several weeks.]<br /><br />S<br />: Screenings. The one module that realy sets us apart. Which other college shows around 6-7 movies/serials/documentaries a week? And that too as a part of the academic curriculum? And the selection is realy brilliant though we are not intelligent enough to comprehend or even sit thorugh a few of those movies. My picks so far would be : Lenny, Paths of Glory, One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest, The Rope, Bandit Queen, Suraj ka Saatva Ghoda, Planet Earth and I Love Lucy.<br /><br /><br />T<br />: TNG. Term Not Granted. This is what you end up with if you do not have sufficient attendence. And therefore, it is something dangles hangs over everybodys heads like a sword from a thin thread. Just like everyone struggles to calculate their academic scores, they struggle to calculate the attendence. Again, it is a joy watching people turn blue trying to add, subtract and multiply percentages just to disprove the latest updated attendence.<br /><br /><br />U<br />: Unity. According to Wikipedia, “Unity is defined as the state of being undivided or unbroken completeness or totality with nothing wanting.” Huh? Wha-? How the hell did that word get here??? Ooooops sorry! I wasnt in an appropriate state of mind when I wrote that. :P However, know this. One day, dont know how far into the future, but definetly one day, this word wont appear as riddiculous in this list as it does today. With all seriousness, I await that day.<br /><br /><br />V<br />: Viman Nagar. The address in Pune. And once the city finds out that you are a student from Viman Nagar it stamps you as a rich, spoilt brat. If you dont bargain hard with the the auto-wallahs you will be stripped naked before you know it. The place itself is a non-descript place near Pune’s Lohegaon Airport, which has seen a spurt of development thanks to the IT and Education industry. Today it has its own reliance fresh, Natural’s, Smokin’ Joes, several banks and even more eateries of various sizes, costs and cuisines. However, all the glitz in the world cant take away that feeling of a ghost town, of being an artificial substitute for home....<br /><br /><br />W<br />: Warning Letters. The college’s equivalent of football’s yellow card. Anyone who violates any of the clauses of the Aide-Memoire (the ad-hoc constitution of college) is awarded a warning letter. You get your third warning letter and you are out of college. As simple as that. However, you fear that most which happens the least. A few over-zealous moments have led to warning letters being sprayed out like a geyser, which has kind of taken away the fear that they evoked and has given way to many colourful jokes about them. Suspension is fast replacing warning letters as the new form of emotional expression.<br /><br /> <br />X<br />: X-rated stuff. God bless the digital world! People have it in mbs and gbs. Lots of it. Collections, databases, downloads, cds, dvds, clips, movies, programs etc. And..... well I could have said more but then, I dont want my blah blah-ed. ;)<br /><br /><br />Y<br />: Yawn! Omg!! Heavy lecture....! Eye lids get heavy, the head starts drooping and the body starts sliding down the chair. In the morning cause its the, well morning and in the afternoons cause its post-lunch. It is never too early or never too late for a loud, obnoxious and extremly contagious YAWN!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br />Z<br />: Zzzzzzzzz! And finaly, like day follows night so does sleep follow the legendary yawns. College has instilled the remarkable skill in people of being able to fall asleep in various positions in any location at anytime whatsoever, irrespective of what is going on around at that time.<br /><br />And sleep beings the topic to a very interesting point. Though we spend lot of our concious time here wishing we were back home; several times when Im sleeping at home now, a very weird thing happens. I get transported. Back to Pune, back to Viman Nagar, back to the world of SIMC. To the campus and the people. Those familiar sights and sounds. That laughter. Those ambitions. And how much ever I try to deny it or ignore it, the truth remains. That now we live here, in this world. Our world.<br /><br />- Neil Chitnis<br /> </div>SIMC UG 2012http://www.blogger.com/profile/11256601483230810670noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-41590009457643360932010-03-10T20:43:00.000-08:002010-03-10T20:44:26.880-08:00Unshredded<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">New place, new people<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">I moved on<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">And so did you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">A long time has passed since, we have kept in touch…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">..barely though…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">It hardly is possible now…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">With our priorities and commitments changing…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">Small things irritate<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">Everything we say or do is a lie or fake<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">At one point of time we shared everything small or big<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">But now it’s become a pain<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">And all that’s left to do is excuses to make<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">It becomes weird even to talk <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">Yet when we meet…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">The back slaps…the hugs….the stupidness returns…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">It’s like we were never apart<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">A thousand things I want to hear and some more to tell<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">The thread that binds us together becomes stronger now, more than then<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">That’s the beauty of friendship<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">Even after being miles away from each other… <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">Nothing can tear us apart!<o:p></o:p></span></p>Dev Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08187637110101677832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-83293486557890440312010-03-10T10:57:00.001-08:002010-03-10T10:57:57.265-08:00In my frame Series (One girl, One model):<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">N i k i t a S a r i n</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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He couldn’t believe it. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Each paper lyin g on that table seemed to shout, ‘America is dumb. We have George W. Bush, we have him as our President.’</p> <div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;">And then he laughed. For all those trampled sons of b******,<span> </span>for all those who cared enough about their motherland – the US of A and for those who laid down their lives for the 2001 version of “War of freedom”.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"> </p> </div> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Fahrenheit 9/11, a documentary that stirred that little something in me; it made me think. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Is the pen mightier than the sword? Does that nib overpower the President? It didn’t. Not completely so. He was afterall, elected a second time round.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But then, there is that small question in my head, was he even a legitimate President? Did he <i>win </i>the first election?<span> </span>Was he the War President he openly claimed to be?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Cynical and quizzical, that was what this (had) made me. There wasn’t much humor involved – not the slapstick kind. There wasn’t much shooting – maybe around some 20%. But then, there was a lot of editing. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">What was Micheal Moore, the acclaimed director wondering at this point of time?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">What was he thinking of? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Was he thinking of how to arrange every little bit of ‘information’?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Was he filling in his own mental gaps?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Was he putting a point across?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span> </span>Or was it just plain old monopoly? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Could have been either. But then it was honest. Really. It was an honest attempt at conveying his thought process. He was afterall, not against the Republicans. He just for casualty’s sake supported the left.</p> <div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;">The new Tom Paine, indeed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"> </p> </div> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">He casually went through that entire list of ‘martyrs’. The name of his friend at the bottom right corner disgusted him. He couldn’t bear it. He couldn’t afford to show these emotions on camera. Not on film. Not to any person. He was the closest to me, and me alone; at least in death.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He turned around. Lying there, was a box of another bunch of tapes. This time round it was the American troops deployed to Iraq. He hadn’t seen or heard an entire A/V. He couldn’t really bear the talks. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">There was so much to explore. There was so much to tell. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">He got back to work. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">He had another long night of editing in front of him.</p> <div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;">His pack of cigarettes waited beside the counter to be lit.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"> </p> </div> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Particularly, the near about one hour of footage had no source. There was one accredited guy in the credits. There was no mention of any network channel in the documentary by itself, other than maybe the FOX Network. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why should I believe that the dumbest President that has ever walked the planet was told in a kindergarten school of the bombing of the World Trade Centers?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why would I believe that Bush really does believe that traveling in USA is okay while Rumsfield tells us about the war troops in Afghanistan on the other channel? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">`Why is there no reference to the collective database? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">What relevance does this <i>masterpiece </i>have in our world 10 years after the 9/11 attacks?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why is a Democrat in place now? Why was John McCain shown the ‘L’ sign in his speech by the same director that openly supports peace?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why was he against the one who was against the War for Freedom? Why did he support the black head who represented that all is fine in America – “I support the Iraq war guy”?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Are his objectives questionable?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Are his achievements questionable?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Are his ethics questionable?</p> <div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;">Is anything he did justifiable?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;">In the name of the Lord our God, rest in peace forever.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"> </p> </div> <p class="MsoNormal">His objectives, his achievements; all of them are not questionable. For, he had a right. He exercised it. George W. Bush had rights (and responsibilities) he exercised them (and forgot the other, invariably so).</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">We never will know how Moore directed the film. We will never know if he staged a part of it. We will never know if he was right. We will never know if he did shed a tear. We will never know if he was dumbfounded by any of the information he saw. </p> <div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;">All we have are our perceptions. And all he did was project his – only on a larger basis that you or I might ever do.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"> </p> </div> <p class="MsoNormal">I have a mind. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">All humans have a mind.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It can be termed a monkey brain or the brain of a genius – it still remains.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But Forgive me dear Lord, for I have sinned. For I have thought it out this time. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">For I have tried to put across the truth. Or not?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="color:#888888;"> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <br />--<br />Akanksha Arya</span>SIMC UG 2012http://www.blogger.com/profile/11256601483230810670noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-61118612568857802392010-02-18T12:37:00.000-08:002010-02-18T12:37:33.302-08:00Nestea Neil<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Neil. I don't know what to make of your pictures. 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<div class="MsoNormal">You're waiting for the elevator to reach ZERO while hoping against hope that you're not locked out of the first class up on 601. </div><div class="MsoNormal">You’re not alone. nearly your entire batch is there, calming your senses, the former doing so with warm bodies pressing against warm bodies trying to be one the first to get into the lift. <br />
The latter have never been so sharp.<br />
you're somehow one of the first ones to get into the lift and you squeeze against the glass as more and more bodies come tumbling in all the time wondering which idiot thought having a metal rod in front of it helped anybody at all. Maybe they thought there would space enough in the lift all the time for a quick ballet practice before reaching class.<br />
You get out and you're gasping in breath and running up the stairs because nobody had bothered to press the button for the sixth floor thinking about the poor people on the ground floor who'd be waiting helplessly for it...<br />
the bell rings and you're in on time. The professor hasn't arrived yet and you grab one of the last benches, while you ease into the dull chatter of people who've woken up just minutes back. It was going to take some time before the usual loud professor-theory-defying voices would be heard. right now you're just trying to get behind the big guy so you can doodle in the notebook and if in the very unrare case of no possession of a notebook, on the already beyond recognisable vandalised desk of unidentifiable scribbles.<br />
The professor walks in and your mind is slowly floating away...<br />
finally, excitement. <br />
adrenalin soaring, feet thumping into the unstained ground, their bags weighing their shoulders down, Eisenstein creased brows and fingers worn to the bone from too much camera-clicking, the roar of the arrival of the veterans of war is dismissed by their lowly newcomer counterparts as they yawn their professor's lecture away.<br />
The veterans lumber into their classes defeated. They then carry on the legacy of vandalism.<br />
The next class is with a lion.<br />
The lion in the jungle moves with the grace and pride unemulatable by any animal not on top of the natural hierarchy. It’s only the natural order of things.<br />
The lion glides into the classroom and purrs. Everyone shuts up to stare at it.<br />
It passes along the attendance sheet and fiddles around with the technical equipment. It then starts to teach a bunch of terrified rabbits by growling softly and making expressive movements with his large retractable clawed paws.<br />
The rabbits listen with their utmost attention. They remember the claws are only protractile till he wants them to be and the roar soft only to hide his sabre teeth.<br />
The rabbits are fed knowledge from the fearsome predator. After they're fattened up can only he feed upon them.<br />
His feeding hour is up. He glances around; he's never seen such thin rabbits. Even their tail puffs seem wilted. He growls under his breath as he collects the attendance sheet and glides out of the classroom. Maybe next time.<br />
The bunny rabbits are visibly shaken. They do only what they know what to do best: they start to burrow into the ground.<br />
They burrow till they reach the basement and they discover mess food, which is very unexplainably even worse than carrots.<br />
They eat till they feel strong enough to peep out over the top of their burrows.<br />
They can't stay in there forever.<br />
Even if they try.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">- Akanksha Srivastava </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902137333892084520.post-89603655221899169282010-02-16T12:10:00.000-08:002010-02-16T12:14:18.586-08:00The Circle within a Circle<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Castellar, serif;"><b><br /></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">He said a quick hi to her and moved on, not once looking back and failing to see the disappointment on her face. She had hoped to sit with him, for awhile if not too long, and talk at length about life, love and random things here and there. But he had many friends, many hi’s to say, quite a few commitments to keep. </i>”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">You come to college with this thought that you have to make many friends- some contacts, some really close friends; basically you have to stay popular. I came to college with pretty much the same ideas. And to be honest, I have made a lot of friends, acquaintances, contacts whatever you call them. And it feels nice, being brutally honest, to have so many people who know you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">But somewhere in the myriad of friends I have lost and gotten lost! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">There have been so many occasions that I walk along with a group of friends and suddenly switch off, feel completely distant… alone!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">One could very well say that it is my fault but I would question that! They would say that you should make an effort to join the conversation, but that seems a tough ask since I have little clue of what they are talking about in the first place!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So many times it has happened that I go out with someone for the sole reason that I get the feeling that I belong!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">I am part of a circle of friends- these friends of mine are a part of another circle of friends, whom then I also get related to and it goes on and on and on like this.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">At times it gets so frustrating that I feel I am just there for the heck of being there, I can’t really connect with anyone. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">It feels like a burden. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">I am the burden.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Essentially I am a part of a circle within a circle, and with too many circles the whole idea of friendship goes for a toss. It becomes hard to maintain a proper relationship even the closest of your friends.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">This is true with everyone, not just me; spending time with one friend will often make you think about the other person who does not get the opportunity of spending some time with you. You are always in a dilemma and that feeling sucks.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">That is the feeling that makes you go like, “Ahh, I wish all of us were together, then none of these feelings would rise anyway.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">But like everything else in the world, there is always the bad side to everything.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">However much one would like everyone to be together, the law of friendship doesn’t allow that. Problems always arise, someone or the other always has a problem with someone else due to which groups break up and become sub groups, which at times, as funny as it sounds, break up even further.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">I have often found myself embroiled in such situations and they have left their painful marks behind. Not being a patient person when it comes to friendships sometimes can really harm you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Again, I talk with experience.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">I anger someone or get angry with someone; I mince no words in letting that particular person know. Call it a good thing or bad this is how I am and this is how I shall stay!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">People think that I am naïve if I say that it is still possible to have that one huge group that we had in the beginning of our college days.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Why can’t we?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Yes I agree that as we come to know people, we start liking or disliking them more or less but what happens to that guy who doesn’t only have friends in that one small group but the other one also which has further divided itself into factions!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Why is he deprived of enjoying the company of that one huge happy group of which he was proudly a part of?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">And then group politics ruins it all even further. He doesn’t like her, and she doesn’t like that someone else from some other group.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">He’s a bitch, she’s a dog! He is this, she is that….and on and on and on…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Maybe this is the “FUN” of college life- the politics, the fights, the circles within the circles…..<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">BUT…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">What happens to that guy who still awaits that special group of friends who he still wants to sit and have coffee with- to chat, laugh and cry with?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">All he wants is to belong, feel that his presence counts….let go of the feeling that leaves him empty and feeling nothing…… <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:115%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p></span><p></p>Dev Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08187637110101677832noreply@blogger.com7