Monday, September 30, 2013

AZURE'13 : Winner entry 2

THE PERPETUAL ENIGMA OF CHANGE





Time rolled by. Maintaining a polite masquerade of innocence, it has subtly been chipping its way through without respite; reworking and reshaping everything that came its way, with no exceptions whatsoever. Whether they happened to be my aspirations, likes or dislikes, my hopes, priorities or the choices I made, the circumstances I've had to face, or the people around me, everything has just been in thrall, right from the very beginning. A victim, in this mute memoir that life itself has been reciting all along and always will, till the end of time. And behind the self created and self imposed bars of routine confinement, within this flowing time, we rarely realize how much we miss every day, with every passing second of our lives. And it's really not until you take a step back, and take cognizance of who you were and who you've become along the way. 'You've changed so much' --is probably the biggest cliché, when it comes to social gatherings, and for me this has always fuelled introspection, and helped me glance back at my antecedents to get a better understanding of whether this change extends beyond just the physical demarcations.


When you see someone your age, with an unusual dexterity or some distinctive attribute that makes him/her unparalleled in that field, whether it's an artist or a famous author, an orator or a poet or maybe someone with a great physique, the very first thing that we consciously register is their deviation from the regular normalcy. And, in the process of trying to figure out what could've caused this contrasting difference, is where our prudence fails. Because we simply fail to grasp the very fundamental law that governs this final outcome.
I believe that every saint and fiend who've ever existed, always have had one thing in common, they were born alike. It was the course of seemingly inconsequential events they had to endure throughout their lives, which wired them into who they are, and that’s what makes us look at them as two different beings. Yes, we might have had some innate predilections when we were young, which might have given us an edge over others in some areas, but the very base that we start off with has always been exactly the same for each and every one of us. An intricate statue carved out of a stodgy piece of rock was always there. It was just what was chipped out, that makes it look like the way it is. It's really what we 'leave' behind through the course of time, that decides what we end up having at the end.
It's what is taught to us, what we invest in, what we aspire to be like, what we've had to face in our lives, that makes our paths so different. And once you reach a point, where you fully understand what it takes for a change to happen for betterment. And that the change you want to see is really up to you. Once you understand, that not everybody will join you, that not everybody will have the vision, and that even if no one else sees it for you, you must see it for yourself. When you go beyond the fear of failure, and start investing in yourself; you would witness, the true magnitude of your potential. When you are willing at any moment of time, to sacrifice what you are, for what you will become, you would eventually understand that you don't have to go through your life being a victim. When you strive to become an individual; when you struggle to become the person you were created to be; when you 'define' the change you want to see and your belief resonates with the possibility of this change,  you start living a life where changes happen for a reason, a life where things are not just on auto pilot; a life where 'you're' running the day, the day's not running you. That would be the kind of change that I seek.
But the story takes a sudden precipitous fall, when you get caught up in the daily hiccups of life and succumb to your circumstances, 'before' reaching that threshold of maturity, where you can truly appreciate your raw potentials and your mind's own infinite nature. I believe, everyone of us was given a 'lorry' when we came to this world, a means to fling past the tough times that we were to face, through the journeys ahead of us. But, just like any two leaves of a tree, no two lorries were the same. Some could move swiftly while there were others, which hardly moved at all. Drowning in a sense of lack, unhappiness and bias, the unfortunate ones struggled. Inch by inch they dragged their lorries, as the others swooshed past them. They were rendered autodidacts, left alone in their cosmos of sufferings. Some had the luxury of the right guidance and were strong enough to reach up to the threshold and take control of their lives, and be the change they wanted to see in the world. While the others, unaware of their true potentials, sought for easier means to make their lives less painful, ways which were not always right.
Every noble, thief or a delinquent, every face that there is to see, has a story to tell of the path of changes that it has undergone. When a murderer is killed, for the greater good of the society, when you are left with no choice, but to take away the life of the living, you destroy more than just a person who did wrong. I think, somewhere along the line, you kill a soul that never found the right lorry, and that is a failure on 'our' part. You teach something to live a certain way all its life, and when you hit a dead end, you kill it for what it has become for you simply don't know what to do with it anymore. I don't think you cure the disease by killing the diseased. The cure lies deep within, the cure lies in understanding the problem first. If there's water leaking in your house, you don't just keep clearing water off the floor, you fix the damn pipe. We look at the result, the outcome, because that is the easiest to see and judge, instead of understanding the 'reason' behind the change and killing the 'cause'. And so in this war of good and evil, to seek justice, I believe, it's actually the humanity that looses every time.





 It's not where you start or where you finish in life, it's the distance that you travel that really matters. When you see someone who overcame the odds and 'changed' his life for betterment, stop; put your hands together for him; give credit where it's due; remember the name of that person, for one day he might be an inspiration for someone doubting himself; someday he might be an inspiration for 'you'. Yes, it’s hard to change your life, but it's necessary to know that tough times have not come to stay, they have come to pass. Lend a helping hand to someone who needs it. Show them that they have the strength to overcome whatever that is they're facing. Make them smile and let them know that you care. I guess, there is no one variable to the equation of change. We make new variables as we go along. Change is inevitable. But to make this change count, we need to understand that we are an uncommon breed with unimaginable potentials. And we'll never know the limit of our possibilities until we charter the waters of the 'impossible'.


Anandbir Singh BainsMechanical, 3rd year

Sunday, September 29, 2013

AZURE'13 : Winner Entry 1


Versifier’s valentine

Fingers gently wrapped around a delicate quill

Carving the face in his memories on the page of his skill
Immersed in the exotic aroma of a precious ink
Slowly letting it flow as those thoughts reach their brink.
Divine, as it may seem,
Yet real not a dream.

Weaving her splendiferous face with a profound rhyme
The ink kept spreading with that vivid verse
Sculpturing a beauty that is so exquisite and so sublime
Encircled by that magnificent charm of hers 

Her mellifluous voice echoing in the depths of his heart
Like that melody of his vague memories start
Her fragrance captivates him slowly drifting him away
Each line as serene as her soft fingers sway

Around him her hands draped,
Everything else slowly escaped

Like a gentle breeze she just holds him tight
Her hand entwined with his, fingertips caressing his face
Her passionate obsession enticing him to write
 Feeling every little detail and describing all her grace

Holding those hands and feeling her breathe
Having her so close again, that inexplicable feeling
A desire to hold her forever in his arm's sheath
Every tender touch of hers meant a wound’s healing

The generous ink never dried
The quill kept the poem’s stride.

Each word as pure as their true emotions
To be together again, lost in the realm of time
Dwelling once again in those blue oceans
While he threads all the memories in a rhyme

Pages of such unconditional love and pure bliss
An elegant verse of an undying love ends
Her eyes closed, as he tends to lay a gentle kiss
He wishes he could, but time never extends

For just a little more time with her he craves
But his destiny, even his quill cannot save

An urge to just hug her for another eternity
But it won’t last he knows as it never did before
A tear of helplessness smears the line's serenity
Still concluding with his words as his grief soars

No more ink left to paint her out
No more page to write his heart on
Eyes still wet with his love's memories
The verse finally ends as she has gone

He presents on the page of his life his love’s rhyme
Many like such rests on the grave of the versifier’s valentine.

- Pallavi Tiwari



Wednesday, August 21, 2013

GNOSTOS PERENNIA

“Believe in us, believe in fineness”
“Tell us your dreams, we make them true”
“I,B and C are the three most important letters which teach you everything from A to Z”
“Enter as a person, leave as a manager”




These are some of the lamest opening lines the writer was able to come up with as the introductory quotes for an article launching the new logo. But then I realized one thing. It doesn’t matter whether the person introduces the logo with some flashy commercialized statements or simply put up what the society actually does, as long as they implement it with perfection. So just one caption, “GNOSTOS PERENNIA”
Intellect Browsers Consortium (AKA, about me): I am a consortium (association) of intellect browsers (people who browse the intellects). And I couldn’t find a better way of expressing and explaining this, than what Kamakshi Gupta and Sanjana Wadhwa have done it, in this logo. This logo (at the end of the article) is my official logo from 21.08.2013.
The whole creative team was assigned the job of submitting their ideas. Brilliant ones, ranging from simple, yet creative designs to complex and meaningful were invented. In the end, the team chose a logo which echoes the meaning of IBC. Browsing the intellect.
You are the team. Every single thing you learn elevates the society by a step. Never stop learning because knowledge is imperishable.
-IBC


When the team actually initialized the process of creating a new logo for me they were flooded by a plethora of ideas (so has been told to me). Brains. Pens. Spectacles? 3-dimensional designs? Gears? Some were apt, some were absurd. But they finally found definition in the blur.

Our new logo composes of a mouse (not the Jerry member of the rodent family), a device, in front of you right now, as a matter of fact (or its successor, the trackpad or a touchscreen maybe), used for browsing the internet. But in this case it is used for browsing intellect, pictorially represented by a bulb (did that thing light up over your head too?)

Gnostos Perennia. Hasta La Vista!





Monday, August 19, 2013

ANNOYANCES


I have been pondering over the topic on which I should pen down my thoughts (by which I mean, I thought over it for two minutes in a shower two days before submission.). And then I concluded, the best topic would be the one which annoys me (or in general, people of my age group) the most.


1). Cheesy posts on facebook.

Yes, facebook. Right from the milkman who gives us 2 litres of milk everyday (which he claims is the best in the entire world) to the super cool- self assumed stud –biker on VIP road to all the educated people, everyone is engrossed on this website. What people don’t understand is : 
I am not interested in your pout faced pose with an irrelevant googled quote as the description of your DP !
And we all know that, a picture which is an epitome of editing through 5 softwares can not be a RANDOM CLICK. So please, stop this baloney. The most common description being,

“I was smiling yesterday, I am smiling today and I will smile tomorrow simply because life is too short for anything.”
Yes. We all get that. And trust me facebook user, if you leave this website, you will put a smile to all the people in your friend list. Kindly consider that fact! 
Also, we are not interested in your weather reports and cricket updates every nanosecond! We may seem urchins to you, but we have a TV at home. And yes, it has NEWS channels.
For instance,
“ OMG! OMG!!!!!!! Such a luvleeeeeeeee wether!!! Woooooowwwieee !! I luvvvvv rainsssssss.”
“ Finalllllllllyyyyyyyyy SExyyyyy MAUsammmmm ! Osssssum mausam.”
“MS Dhoni! yOu ArE AwEsOmE...CSK mahhh favie team.”
Awesome. 
This is the only word left in the positive vocabulary of English language.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

Please. Do not. Decimate. English.


                                      
2.) Dating is not a synonym for marriage.

So. Mrs. Patel , a lady in her late 40s visited our home one fine evening. She’s a resident of our colony. I reflected, the woman is here for a little chitchat and would leave decorously. I was wrong. She started the conversation by mentioning a girl who is the daughter of her neighbour’s elder sister’s brother-in-law’s cousin’s relative’s son or so she meant. Yes, our Mrs. Patel is quite talented. She will never, even by the slightest of memory slip, forget such momentous relations. Cutting the crap, the lady had a problem that the girl in reference has already dated 2 guys and she is not even engaged to one of them!

Excuse me, Mrs. Patel, did you mean she should marry these 2 guys simply because she “dated” them?  Importantly, how does that the matter even concern you? I mean, knowing the fact that you are a happy homemaker, I’m sure your maid’s leaves have nothing to do with this poor girl in discussion! So get a life and stop being judgemental! *Nahi bhai. Hum to bolenge hi! Hamara adhikaar hai! Chahe kuch bhi bolein. Bolenge zaroor.*

What most of the people in our nation need to understand is, dating is a common thing among the youth today. It simply means that we are trying to find people who match our intellectual and emotional quotient, people who can understand us and would be compatible with our lives. Dating doesn’t mean that it is an INVISIBLE ENGAGEMENT RING which we have fastidiously given to the other person. Take a break. Think indubitably. The last thing we need is a set of “ Hey bhagwan! Isko dekho zara !” and “ Haye Allah! Dimaag toh theek hai is ladke ka?” Stop being a hypocrite.



3.) THE QUORA CRAZE FOR IITians.

IITians are hot. They are demi-gods. They are real life X men. They have direct connection to the destiny creators. They can change your life by just a minute touch of their fore finger. They are going to be Mark Zuckerburg right after graduation.
ONLY BECAUSE THEY CRACKED IIT JEE AND YOU DID NOT.

Yes. No matter if you follow the topic IITs or not, your home page will be flooded with news like, XYZ upvoted an answer:

“How does it feel to have an IITian boyfriend?”
“How does it feel to be a sibling to an IITian?”
“How does it feel to be married to an IITian?”
“Do IITians consider non IITians as dumb and stupid?”
“How do I become friends with an IITian?”

“Are the people crazy for IITians?”

                                                                                                                                                                   
 But my all time favourite is this one :
3834  votes.  I’m not the only one who feels that way !
People, take a break. Stop overrating IITians so much. The ones who didn’t crack JEE aren’t dumb. What society doesn’t understand is the fact engineering is not the only education! A person can be a graduate in literature or commerce or journalism and be equally smart as an IITian. No doubt IITJEE is the hardest exam at the +2 level across the world. But there are colleges which are excelling too ! Like BITS . Not all the IITians walk away with a handsome package of 36 lakhs per annum in an Indian job. Not everyone invents something new. There are students who strive very hard and yet are jobless, because their field of specialisation doesn’t need much of employment. That doesn’t lower down their intellect in any manner possible! Stop pressurising your kids to be IITians . Instead, discover the best in them and let them pursue it. After all this, people complain as to why there are no Picassos, Michael Jacksons and P.T.Ushas. To all of them, the answer is, they are very much present but they are busy attending IITJEE coachings somewhere!

4.) The random crap crowd.

The Delhi gang rape case has just reduced to a CASE. We had countless furores, public debates, demonstrations and rallies. All of them zeroed to one thing: THE GIRL IS RESPONSIBLE FOR HER TRAGEDY. The saddest part of the conclusion is, that a lot of women consider the main factor for rape arousal as obscene attire. Yes, the 4 year girl looked so hot and sexy and arousing in her juvenile frock that three men brutally raped her. Exactly! It is her fault, right? She should have covered herself in a vile before stepping a foot out of her home! If the innocence of a child can instigate your hormones so much, YOU NEED A TREATMENT. 
To all the ladies out there, who believe that a girl is responsible for all that happens to her, think twice! Have some humanity! Your narrow-mindedness might be harbouring the rapist in your son!



I look forward to the day when all the girls and women in this nation will feel free to move out and continue with their lives. But seeing the present scenario, that seems to be surreal.


Such things annoy us to no end. But sometimes, all you can do is turn a deaf ear or a blind eye or write an article reaching out for more people like you!




DANIA FARUQUI
Chemical, 2nd year

Thursday, August 15, 2013

THE INDEPENDENCE


“Walking down the streets of “independent” India, I saw people who were happy. Some were happy because they got a vacation, some were happy because they got themselves a nice august 15th sales offer and some of them were happy just because they have to look happy on such an important day. Then I took a right into inner streets and I saw the people who were imprisoned. Imprisoned in their own hearts. Imprisoned by falling rupee and growing crime rates, imprisoned by infamous politicians and famous sadhus, imprisoned between the line of poverty and rich people. Then I took a bus to red fort where the flag was hoisted and they created an artificial wind to keep it flying. I was a fool to search for independence in the nation where the flag of the nation has no independence to fly on its own. ”~vivek         

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Bheekhu saw more people these days in Bade Sahib's office. Ravi, his co-worker (a very modest coinage for another domestic help like him) informed his in a smart tone that it was an election year, so they will have more chores to do in the house alone. He had worked in Bade Sahib's house for almost two months; Ravi had been there ever since he was five, but even he had still not seen as much furor as this. He had overheard the driver talking about "a return to power" or some homonym. While doing the dishes, Ravi once again bragged him about Sahib hoisting a flag some day next week. Bheekhu asked what was the occasion, cursing his negligence and his naive nature. While Ravi howled he, told him it was 15 Agast.

Bheekhu was an illiterate, but he was still not stupid enough to ask Ravi what it meant. But he was curious boy, and eventually rounded the cook in the late hours of a dopey afternoon next day. With a bundle of bidi he bribed him successfully. But his answer was really terse, and left more questions than it answered- it means being free, the Angrej left the country and we were free to do whatever we want.

As the day progressed the skies grew grey. He finished doing the dishes, ate his food and took his place on the kitchen floor. He looked out of the window, the lightening, the downpour being incessant. Free, the word had echoed in his mind throughout the day. He dare not discuss it with Ravi, he made enough fun of him already. But free was not a difficult word. He knew it alright. He knew that it meant doing something out one's own will. He wondered what it could be like to free for a day or two.

Would he be allowed to dress up in a smart uniform and board a shining yellow bus for an Angreji  school? Would he have two square meals each day? Would he get a a proper bed to sleep on? Would he get to see his poor parents again who had sent him to the city for some cash? Will he ever get to dress up in crisp and colorful clothes like these city folks do? Will he ever own one of these cars which run like raging bulls on the roads? Or a shiny handsome bike, which the Chota Sahib owns? Will he ever learn to read, something that he desired with all his heart. Will he ever be free of his limp, the one which he had carried since some polio thing happened to him. Will he ever be free of all these constraints that hold him back and live life as he should- free.



Bheekhu turned and tried to catch some sleep, and secondly the floor was damp while facing the window. He suddenly remembered that he had to wash Sahib's car next morning. He closed his eyes, he was not free; not yet.

NISHANT CHATURVEDI,
ELECTRICAL,

FINAL YEAR.

Friday, June 21, 2013

THE LABYRINTH



The late evening sky had never been so clear, lit with stars sprinkled all over it. The pine trees swayed majestically in the chilling breeze, their peaks gently kissing the heavens. Silhouettes of birds fleeing back to their nests could be seen vaguely against the dull light that spilled from the dying sun as it melted into the oblivion. The sparkling rivulet of icy water flowing on the left side of the dirt road splashed and chuckled, as it made its way through the twists and bends along the road. I had walked this path many times, and yet my admiration for the beauty of the place was undying and had seen no dilution whatsoever. Places like these very often made me introspect, giving a deeper insight into life, so that I could better understand the intriguing world around me, and my place in it. I always used to fathom a question, what could be more difficult to live with-- to have failed at something in life, or to live with the acknowledgement, of your inevitable eventual failure in the end? These long evening walks back home were probably to blame, for I considered my intellect too inferior to have stumbled across a question of this grade, had it not been for all this idle time it had. But the question still remained and today was no different. I was almost home, I could see the dilapidated wooden signboard of the' Divine Tinam rock' on right side of the dirt road. There was something important about the place or more like sacred, as the natives would describe it. I had never been  a very strong believer of chance or destiny, and the belief that visiting a shrine every next week could bring you luck, so for me the rock was just a stack of giant granite rocks, which meant that I was almost back home, back to my little world and my dear wife. Seeing the lights of my cottage brought a smile to my face, I could see the faint smoke coming out of the chimney. She had always loved cooking, I quickened my steps for I didn't want to keep her waiting for dinner. I patted my left pocket making sure that I had the locket there. We had been to the market last week and that's where she had seen  it, glittering innocently in the shop window. She never said anything to me about it, she didn't have to tell me that she had fallen for it, for I knew, I knew that look in her eyes. And then, she walked away from it, as if it never existed and I knew what had crossed her mind. Yes...it's true, it was not going to be easy for a guy who worked at the lumberjack uphill to afford it. But she was the only family I had, the only I had ever known, the one smile I had to ensure. I could understand her sacrifice and knew that she deserved more, much more than a sad incompetent excuse. And so I worked for it, really hard, and an entire week of overtime had paid off, and that's what really mattered in the end. I was eager to get home, eager to give her the surprise that was going to make her day. It was pretty dark now and the cottage lights shone bright against the blanket of the dark background for miles. Although my mind was running through the different ways of surprising her, I couldn't help but notice that the vegetation on both the sides looked strangely thicker, and it was probably the thin wisp of fog that gave it the effect. I had been walking for some time now and it really was taking longer than the usual. The cold wind lashed my face relentlessly, my ears had gone numb and each deep breath stung my insides, as I struggled to move faster. The air itself seemed to have gone dense and I had this very strange feeling as though I was being watched; the swaying trees, the splashing water of the brook and the never ending dirt road as though characters of a play, trying to tell a tale. I was starting to get this stale feeling deep down that I had wasted a lot of time contemplating all my way, and that I was running late now because of it. The shadows of the trees twisted and turned in the spilling moon light as though they were alive all around me and had been watching me, this whole time. I continued to move faster on the uneven rugged road, slipping every now and then, fighting the growing sense of urgency within me. The air was now so thick, it was getting difficult to make out the lights of the cottage clearly... I was almost there. As I fixed my gaze on the blurry light flowing out of the kitchen window, a thick wave of cold air hit me out of nowhere almost paralysing me in the instant, and the lights went out. Something was not right, the feeling of urgency had slowly slid into panic. I was running flat out now, jumping over the side fence, I Slammed the front  door wide open and threw myself in...The darkness within was not just absence of light, but much more tangible than that. There was a strange smell as though the cottage had been locked for weeks and yet it was only this morning when I had left it. I tried to call out to my wife, but the words never came out, as though all air in my lungs had been punched out. It was a scene from a nightmare, but I was awake. Everything seemed damp within the cottage, as I stretched my hands out trying to feel my way through, my arm brushed against something hard and rough like some bark of a tree. I touched it again and sure it did, it did feel like..  a tree? I could now feel my heart throbbing hard against my ribs. Tensed, I moved sideways, still in pitch darkness , hands stretched outwards. To my horror, as I moved, I felt more plants around me. Overwhelmed, I turned to look  back only to see that the front door wasn't there anymore. For a moment I just stood there stunned, staring in the depths of the darkness that surrounded me, where there was a door just seconds back, trying to soak in everything and put some sense into what was happening. It was what I saw ahead of me that horrified me... there were trees, hundreds of them all around, there was no cottage.. and that I was actually standing in the middle of a forest clearing. I dashed towards the only patch that was still lit with moonlight, the thought of my wife being all alone somewhere was killing me, and I was beginning to hate myself, for letting all of this happen. I couldn't dig out the reason but somehow I knew that I was to blame. There was no denying the inevitable, that there was no rationality to the world I had just walked into. It felt as though my body had been chewed up and spat out, I felt weak in both body and the mind. The fear of the unknown had dissolved and was replaced by  regret, desperation and anger. I could see the trees and the distant bushes and their twisting dark shadows, feeding on my emotions it seemed,  as though the entire forest had come alive. I was desperately trying to find something that would help me find my way out of this madness, anything that would help me save my wife. Right ahead of me was the darkest patch of devilish looking serpentine shadows. There was no going back now, no other way out of this... and without giving it a second thought I started running straight for it. Even though I had no idea of what lay in its depths, I was more than willing to take this risk. As I ran towards the slithering, twisting dark patch, I could see it getting denser and stronger as though getting ready for the impact. I clenched my teeth and plunged myself into its heart. It was the most excruciating pain I had ever felt in my life, I fell into the infinite depths  of icy darkness that froze my blood, sucking all life from me and I crashed to the ground . My lungs burned and I could hardly breathe now, and even lying there half dead, I could see hundreds if not thousands of shadows and dark wavy clusters of emptiness, like the one I had just jumped in, all around me. Never had I felt so vulnerable, weak and lacking at the same time. The pain was unbearable, I could still feel it in my bones. The anger and desperation still fuelled my will, but my body.. seemed to be losing the battle. I shut my eyes tight, and it was then when I heard something. There was no sound to it and yet somehow it made sense to me. The darkness could communicate in the strangest way possible. The closest thing to it was probably when you recall something... you're not actually listening, when you recall what someone said to you once. It said that, I just could not win in this world, it was designed this way. And that the only way to save my wife was to let go of her and stop trying... leaving my wife forever, was the only way to save her from this dark world and all the sufferings that dwelled in it. ' Leave her, and go back and you shall find your cottage again ' . I lay there keeping my eyes shut tight. Without her, there was no home to go back to..' No, this is not how this ends'- I told myself. I am going to find her and then.. I am  going for the shadows. Even though deep down in my heart I knew that the force I was fighting was much stronger than me, I was not going to let it take control of my life, I was not going to let it take away what I loved. Something hard was pressing painfully into my left leg. Slowly I got to my feet and pulled it out...it was the locket. It glittered in the moon light, probably the only thing that was still untouched, unaware of the darkness, just as pristine as it ever was, still waiting for its rightful owner. I thought of my wife and the way she had seen it, it was as though the locket reminded me that there was still some hope left... even when everything seemed to be falling apart. As I looked up I saw that the shadows had retreated back to the dark background, but I could still feel their presence. Even through the thickest of vegetation that surrounded me, a faint spec of light had found its way through, on the right side. First I thought I was just imagining it, but something really was there. I started moving towards it, it was weak but it could still gave me warmth. As I moved closer I could hear splashing of water, it seemed the light was coming from a sort of cave. It was not until I came close enough that I realized that it was a stack of big rocks...it was the Divine Tinam rock, I had somehow found my way back to it and the light was coming from the inside of it. There was nothing around the rock but darkness, and I could only hear the water splashing nearby. I went in, it was a very small place with nothing but a small candle inside, and it felt as though its light was breathing life back into me. I closed my eyes trying to take in as much of its warmth as possible, and then I heard it saying something...just like the shadows, the rock could speak a language of its own. But this time it was different, it was hopeful.. like a good memory. It said, that I had been fighting myself and that the shadows were a part of me. 'No one knows your weaknesses better than yourself '--it said, and that's precisely the reason why the shadows were always a step ahead, for they were an extension of me. It said that they are stronger, much stronger than me, but that I'll always have something, something that the shadows won't, something that'll  give me the strength to get off the ground every single time---  my heart... my emotions and passion. The tension had lifted and it was as though everything had started afresh. I opened my eyes. The sky had never looked more beautiful, splattered with stars, the chuckling water dancing over the moss covered rocks...and the bright lights of a cottage shinning merrily, the smoke from the chimney chasing the wind. As I started walking towards the cottage, it felt as though I had been given a new life, another chance and I knew everything was going to be just like the good old times, I gave one last look to the rock...the candle flickered, still waiting for its disciple like it had always been...
                                                                                





                      ".. YOU ARE GETTING LATE FOR YOUR COLLEGE AGAIN...!!"
I opened my eyes, and I just couldn't help smiling...it was a dream alright, but I felt so alive. It was as though a balloon of happiness was swelling inside me. Staring at the ceiling of my room I thought -- So, what's more difficult to live with-- to have failed at something, or living with the feeling of your inevitable failure in the end? In 20 years of my existence I've realized one super eminent truth, a harsh reality that has stood the test of time, that not everyone has the luxury of second chances in life. People often sit back waiting for a perfect scenario to somehow pop up and then they start their course of action. And to add to their inhibitions, they think there's someone out there who's in control of their threads of fate. I think life is too short to doubt ,to second guess, it's a one way road for you to choose how you want it to be like.. one chance is all you have, but then if you work it right, I think once is more than enough. I think every dream, every wish is a possibility. Some people can sit around waiting for times to change, some hit when the iron's hot, while others keep on hitting till the damn plate is so hot that it slices through anything. I think if the ending's not happy, then it might just not be the end yet. They say, your mind is the best weapon that you have against anything. Well, I got a whole new perspective of life from this weapon's manifestation-- a dream. Frankly I find it tough to recall my dreams, let alone learn anything from them, but I guess this was different.

  Makes me wonder what this human brain is really capable of...I mean  seriously? TINAM rock? What do you get when you spell it backwards anyway... 

Anandbir Bains,
3rd Year

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

JAAGO



When will India take charge of India?!!!


We have been sitting in our armchairs for too long .We have complained about corruption, debated about poverty, ranted about overpopulation. But, when has an armchair sparked change?

We are arrived with the resources and expertise. What we need is the initiative. And, once we stand up, we can turn India around. One problem  at a time, because isn’t “charge” one letter away from “change”?

It has come –do we want early elections or not? Well, the answer may differ person to person, but an inevitable truth is we want somebody; rather everybody to take CHARGE. Get up and do it –this call of the hour.

When will we grow up? Enough has been said and told to us-about the right and wrong, about the cheats and cheater, about scams, about our so called “LEADERS”; about the whole of India.

CHANGE.  CHANCE. CHARGE.

Change is what we Indians want; chance is what mostly politicians grab with our help and charge is something which is left behind in the portfolio!! Learn to take responsibilities and get your responsibilities clear- its not just to vote and wash your hands off after voting....this is just a part of our duty. The actual one is to know and scrutinize the candidate to vote for. The responsibility does not end here-you need to take the sword and become warrior if you don’t see change happening.

Don’t  become a part of India , be it. We have seen few people who got up and fought for their place and today those places have flourished. India should not just breathe, it should live! Get out of your rosy and cosy life and pick up the sword. Corruption and poverty are indeed having deeps roots but you can rule the skies and with it clear the system. Fight for your country, with your country and release it from vicious clutches. Release it.
No one shall cause another pain or injury;
All mankind shall live in peace together;
Under a shield of  administrative  benevolence.
Let us build an India.

Don’t sit in the group waiting. Raise your head, put up your hand and turn a war cry that could change the course of history. You can turn hope into conviction, anger into purpose and cynics into converts. Today our nation stagnates. Under  the dark shadows of a billion fingers pointing at one another , shouting about what should be done, how it should be done and who should do it. We don’t need any more finger-pointers. We have enough. We just need a few who will put up their hand and say I WILL. It’s the time the real India stand up. Never believe that a few caring people can’t change the world. As a matter of fact, that’s all who ever have.
  
VERTIKA AGARWAL
Creative Team
IBC

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Review: INFERNO



I am the Shade.Through the dolent city, I flee.Through the eternal woe, I take flight.


When a novel starts with such a prose, one can expect it to be spectacular. And Dan Brown doesn't disappoint.
As in the previous Dan Brown novels, Harvard professor Robert Langdon, a symbologist, is in the middle of a crisis that only his knowledge can resolve. A mysterious woman emerges with skills of her own, and everything happens within 24 hours, with bodies piling up because the villain's worldview requires some sacrifices. Seemingly having an impossible reach to everyone and everything, a shadowy organization looms spectrally over Langdon’s head.
 But there are twists, quite good ones I might add. Firstly there is Langdon’s temporary Amnesia which leads to many chapters being flashbacks. This was a very effective move by Brown as it prevents the readers from second guessing the ending, which makes the climax all the more worthwhile.
Dan Brown is a master of connecting our world to the ancient world and he doesn’t disappoint the reader. "Inferno" travels through the secret hideaways of museums, cathedrals and monuments in Florence, Venice and Istanbul, with the usual dazzling array of art. I spent an inordinate amount of time online looking up the artworks of the Renaissance Masters Botticelli, Giorgio Vasari and Michael Angelo. But "Inferno" also includes an adventure ride through a literary text - Dante's description of hell.

Set against an extraordinary landscape inspired by one of literature’s true classics, the book is completed by a genius fanatic who is a leader of one of the foremost international cultural and intellectual movements, Transhumanism.

The first Langdon novel (Angels and Demons) dealt with the Vatican, the Illuminati and antimatter. The second (The Da Vinci Code) dealt with a truth hidden to protect the very foundations of Christianity. The third (The Lost Symbol) treated the U.S government as a faction of Free Masons who practiced rituals dating to the 15th century. Inferno deals with one of the most dangerous problems our world is facing right now and how a fanatic tries to deal with it.

It is a must read for Dan Brown loyalists and skeptics alike. I guarantee you cannot keep the book down till you have finished it.


Ravi Kiran

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

From A Million Hearts To A Billion Wallets


Mahatma Gandhi- The Father of the Nation. 


The nation that we call India, lets stick to this only because calling it Bharat does not really help our cause. Some random thoughts began brewing in my mind as I took a hundred rupee note out of my pocket and handed it to the worker who knows me well and has been working in this ice-cream shop for some time. No, I don't even know his name, but a "Bhaiya" is more than sufficient to get my order placed quickly.


For some reasons, Gandhiji's photo has decreased in both its affluence and influence and has been limited to currency notes only. In primary classes there are essays that students have to mug and replicate in their exam copies. A nice holiday on 2nd October is always welcomed. A couple on minutes of silence on 30th January, well that gives a nice break from all the commotion around, doesn't it. A framed picture on the walls in government offices, with an inch-thick layer of dust. Yes he is still the father of our nation but the peon does not bother to wipe the dust now. The people do not remember him on days other than these two of course. Yet their was a time when this now forgotten man walked on the face of the earth, right where the British were on the peak of their atrocities and lead an entire country to freedom without even raising a stick. But then, Bharat turned into India, we came civilized and modern, Gandhism turned into Gandhigiri and all the noble deeds of this man ended up in our pockets, with his bespectacled face in our wallets.

However one would contradict with me in some regards, what with Anna Hazare and his revolution. His method, his fasting and the lathicharge on protesters in Delhi. For a moment, even for a bleak one, it felt as though the times had reversed- a nation going head-on against the incumbent government without any act of violence. But it did not last for the Jan Lokpal Bill is still under "consideration". The very root of the problem that it intended to cut off- corruption, has grown in its domain day by day. The movement which began as protest has turned into a political party, deprived of support and muscle. But what was it that really made the difference back then, during the struggle for independence, because the principals are more or less the same- but why are they ineffective in the present context?

I think we can narrow it down to a couple of simple facts. Firstly it was the man himself- Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, for his charisma and intensity is yet unmatched. Perhaps it was far more convenient to forget the man, rather than following his principles he stood for. The social values and beliefs he stood for were and always will be easier to admire than to follow. While he was alive, he was impossible to ignore- the British tried to at their demise. And once when he was gone, he was impossible to imitate- which is quite apparent in the present scenario. Apart from this, the other thing which drove his engine forward was his pursuit of Truth. Truth with a capital T. For he believed in the the fact that if you are correct, and the Truth is on your side nothing can hold you back. Truth cannot be attained by unjust or violent means. For he said, "Even if you are a minority of one, the truth is the truth." Such was his deep-lying belief in this philosophy. Its hard to break resistance of able bodied men, but for a man whose spirit is as indomitable as his, it was next to impossible.  

Secondly, and maybe this one holds the edge, it was the people who made Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi into Mahatma Gandhi- and not just in name. He was their leader, their saint walking in front of their eyes.They followed him and he lead them towards truth, towards light, towards freedom. Had they absconded his pursuit in the middle of this epic struggle, things could have shaped up very differently indeed. Those people did not sit back in their homes, waiting for things to happen. They did not flock to the cyberspace to extend their support via innumerable "shares" and "comments" on virtual "walls". They stepped out and wrote "Inqualab Zindabaad" with their blood on the walls of jails inside which they were beaten down to pulp. They did not walk away when the police drew lathis on a a couple of girls in Punjab. They did not walk away with indifference when a group of young men protested on the main square of the city. They stood there, abiding his command not raising their hands even once. They joined shoulders forgetting their petty differences- yes those very differences which have become the basis of communal politics.
They stood their by his side

I wonder how Gandhiji would have reacted when he would have seen what has happened to his beloved country. Maybe he would have asked for a bullet, and said "Hey Ram" (though this time in a very different sense) and put it inside his head. Probably saving another Nathuram Godse from the trouble, for he is our father, and he took this blame too upon himself.

Summer is here, I feel like an ice-cream now. The old man in my wallet needs some air too.
Bye.

Nishant Chaturvedi
Electrical
3rd Year

Thursday, May 16, 2013

AN AWKWARD COINCIDENCE




'Things doesn't happen twice the same way'....Unless they have a reason.... Some might frame that as coincidence.. but for me it happened twice with the same person, at the same place. Seems strange.?
Rather awkward, as i had the same conversation twice, on the same train with the same stranger. First, i thought of it as deja vu. HELL NO..... Its an awkward coincidence or is it.?


Journey dated - 31/10/2012
It was such a such a beautiful morning. A pleasant day to start. My mom was packing things for the journey, my brother left for school and my dad went for the market to get some snacks. I got up had a bath and looked at the train ticket languishingly. My departure was scheduled at 5:20 PM. I returned home after three months and i stayed for 6 days which was quite pensive. I continued to move on keeping the winter vacation in mind(entire December). Time has passed quickly and i was in the station. The train was delayed by 30 minutes, i had half an hour to spend. But i was in the station which is not likely my home.
I continued to wait for my train.....
Finally at 6:00 p.m, i boarded the train. Even the delay time was not correct, I said to myself and had a shrewd smile on my face remembering the 'Indian train timings'. I occupied my berth, arranged my luggage underneath, showed my ticket and started listening to music. Soon it became dark and the train began to slow down. Hucksters began to board the train. They were in such a hurry. They could have waited till the train stopped. Maybe each and every minute was important to them to make their living. I thought of buying some, but soon realized that i had plenty. I peeped through the window. Finally the train stopped and there was a such a rush. Passengers began to board the train. There was this tired look of waiting on their faces. People started occupying the seats near my place. To my surprise it felt like a deja vu. 
I was travelling on the same train, with the same stranger.
We smiled at each other. Unlike last time he was travelling alone. The train began to move.I didn't think he remembered me as he asked my whereabouts(name, occupation..e.t.c......typical Indian mind). I began to contradict Paulo Coelho, as he said "Everything that happens once can never happen again". He asked me about my studies. I answered. I talked as little as possible, as i didn't want to conversate, with a stranger. It was dinner time and i had my dinner. My journey time was 23 hours. I slept early and got up early. It was 9 a.m and i felt like i travelled more than a day already. The stranger began to talk about coincidences that are strange and likely to be remembered. First i thought of him as an astrologer, though i never cared to ask. Later i assumed him to be some person who might be a huge fan of final destination. He told me of some weird coincidences. Some of them are incidents from my past. I had goosebumps. All of a sudden there was this familiar tone playing in my head. I realized that it was my alarm tone set earlier before night. The picture began to fade away, may be it was because of the music. I intended to stop it. Seems like it was coming from a distance and i had to move to stop it. The music stopped. I opened my eyes and soon came to my senses. 
I realized that it was a dream linked to my past. I couldn't recall whether it was from a dream or memory or a dream from a dream within my memory. Bad things come in three. I had two but thrice is an enemy action.
Hoping for the best....



DHEERAJ DHAKE,
ECE,
FINAL YEAR