Mutiny !!!

2008-08-08T00:02:00.001-07:00

Sigh

2007-01-22T08:49:00.000-08:00

So it finally seems like college life is coming to an end. The template is making more sense now. Its scary how three years come to an end abruptly and one fine day you no more have to attend college.

Those four floors. The socializing on the way up and down. The illegal rides in the lift, scared you ll be caught. The utter lack of space and yet bunking and never getting caught. Loosing footwear outside the computer lab. Smuggling food into the comp lab. Bitching endlessly about the college and the teachers. The frequent trips to the canteen for chocolate biscuit and more, not to forget the manchurian rice, yummm...

Its all finally over. And I will miss every bit of it. The endless hours spent in the YS room browsing the net and the nights spent in college for Broadsheet... Its been a crazy life.

New Template!

2006-07-03T05:16:00.000-07:00

At last.. we are in third year.. so many months closer from leaving this college...
but...
two years of the same faces, the same crowd, u know everything there is to know about evryone.. and suddenly.... it hits you.. in another year.. they're all going to be gone..
everyone's parting ways..
i think its time we grew up and stopped posting hate-posts...
not that we should praise the coll...
but still u know..
last year.. sentimental moments.. so few pics.. no proper forum..

Tell me if u guys think the old template is better...
and if its ok.. cos of all the pics..

Problem solved..

2006-06-22T09:59:00.000-07:00

If gits slapped a senior...
I am dangerously close to slapping a junior.

But I think I have been saved from doing that by her classmates.. Apparently they have written a letter to hoddy, saying that they want her removed from the post of class rep..
Muahhahahahaha...

Guess voodoo does work..

as for the blog.. it is dead.. maybe we should change the template... i dont really hate coll as much nowadays... esp with it starting at 9 'o' clock (courtesy sus - for reminding me), and 'super-senior' status... AND the fact that it is the only solid constant in my life, right now..

err, i miss....

2006-05-22T03:09:00.000-07:00

By this post I by no means want to be misinterpreted. So to clear all misconceptions, I reiterate that I am no fan of my college.

Yet, I miss college for the entertainment it provides me with. For the people I meet the food that is served in the canteen (that was a euphemism). And for all those lecturers who are so close to the characters caricatured in a comic.

I want to get back to college, at least so that i can stuff this blog with my out of the world experiences.

on guns to ones head and human popsicles

2006-04-17T01:42:00.000-07:00

since anna is just short of holding a gun to my head... i am forced to post this Inspite of the fact that i have absolutely nothing to say! but in the spirit of the blog and for anna's satisfaction (kindly note the imaginary gun to my head) F*CK YOU HOD! DOWN WID MOP! I HATE BA JOURNALISM!...

so that being said, im freezing my shiny hiney off in this office where all the staff believe in living in sub-zero temperatures. now i undesrtand that its summer and one needs to beat the heat... but in my frank opinion, turning oneself into a human popsicle may not quite be the way out. just that tad extreme... but then again you might say im a bit old fashioned in my beliefs. everytime i step out, i start sympathising with frozen sausages... o what joy it is to thaw...that is... before i eat them of course.

as i turn around now...i see the formidable anna staring over my shoulder ensuring that i keep my post clean, typo free and of course that i uphold the values of this blog and make atleast one anti establishment comment.

there anna. ive posted 3 anti establisment statements. said something thoughtful and blog like. you cannot complain. now kindly stop staring over my shoulder, go to your cabin AND POST A GOD DAMNED COMMENT ON MY FIRST BLOG!

One more addition!

2006-04-09T00:22:00.000-07:00

For everyone's notice..
another member of ur class has joined blogger..
Lets all welcome..
KAVYA!..
http://kavm.blogspot.com/
*applause
*more applause

I have sent the invite to her and the Saint, ms pandey..
Anyway...
stay in touch, all..

Hope everyone's enjoying their internships.. although nina and sush have apparently disappeared off the face of the earth..
:-)

See y'all..
Ciao.

PS- Anon guys will from now on refer to themselves by numbers..
for eg :-
the regular anon guy 1 or the regular anon guy 2 .
This is to enable us to understand who's commenting what.. of course it wud be all the more better if you wud just give your names. or the first letter of your names at the very least..

For your kind perusal

2006-03-24T22:59:00.000-08:00

Here is Revolt 3

Every student has an eternal probl;em with all those never ending assignments which seem to flow out of this small orifice with a great elastic nature. I mean, how on earth can somebody come up with 17 assignments to be submitted with in 75 days???? Tell me. I dont get the idea completely. And every lecturer giving out one of these assignments has the feeling that her's is ONLY course we are undertaking and that her subject is the most important subject. Damn! Give me a break guys, if you have a problem with your collegue, sort it out with that person, instead why burden innocent souls with assignments?

So thats the issue - too many assignments. What does a normal bathch or students do in such a situation? CRIB, and yet do a shabby work and submit some struff to score some minimal marks. But we are abnormal. We are revolutionary. We believe in making ourselves heard. In short we REVOLT.

The idea - A signature campaign. A letter addressed to the HOD, Dean of Media and The Head of the Institution. The master brain - yours truly. :-)

A letter is drafted. Read out in class. Sent aroud for collecting signatures. First part of the task is done. Next, handing it over to the HOD. The Union Leader, with a couple of others, sneak into the staff room and discreetly place the envelope on her table. Get back to class and anticipate the explosion. Wisphers heard in class went this way:
"We are in deep shit dude"
"FUCK"
"We rock man"
"I am sure the lady is unable to make any sense of it" and so on...

The moment we were all eagerly waiting for dawns upon us. "Shoo.. shes here"..
HOD: What do you mean by this ma? (Holding up the letter in her hand, like it were an election manifesto)
Class bursts into explaining what the problem is and how we are traumatized in our first semester of college and why the nature and magnitude of the assignments should be toned down.
She listens to it all like she were meditaing and we were chanting the Gayatri Mantra.
She rises her hand expecting us to mellow. But no! We go on. She waits on.

The wait ends.

HOD: Okay ma. You make a schedule of how and when you want to submit the assigments. But please submit the language assignmenmts on time, i am receiving lot of complaints.
Class: Fish Market

Happy Times. The signature Campaign worked magic. We rocked. Every student was ranting bout the revolt to her friends in other departments. Reactions captured were thus:

Machchaaan... Amazing da...
Cool Yaar
How dijja manage it
Jaw just dropped for a few and took long to digest the fact.

Hope this inspires a few to revolt.

The F - G interaction

2006-03-09T06:42:00.001-08:00

That was That. The backgrounder given by Nina is good enough, hence I am not going to elaborate on the incidents that preceeded the "action".

We were on the fourth floor corridor, G, F, V and a second G. F, V and second G belong to the third year. Whereas G was a second year student. The two years have enough friction and no lubricant has ever worked towards decreasing the friction. I happened to "be" at the crime scene, while the rest (9 students) were in class duscussing how sad it would be to cheer for "Nova Conclave"..

F was looking at G, second G and V were standing behind F, showing symbolically that F was not alone and that G was support less. But I happened to be there when it all happened. It struck like lightening and as evidence we had a 19year old with a red nose crying. The look that F gave G was too offensive I presume which kinda instigated G to say "What do you think you are looking at like that?",, and all I know happened next was G's palm was flat on F's nose !!

That was the defining moment. Need I say more? A junior slapped her senior. History created once again.

So, holding her nose, F ran to the HOD's desk wailing to complain about G's behaviour, attitude, psyche and what not. It was a crazy day. But in all this confusion and conflict, the source of the conflict just left the crime scene. She cared a damn about F and the HOD.

It was a long day, to cut it short, was crap.

The next day. All seniors come to college in BLACK!!! To protest I guess. They made fools of themselves. Buffoons to say the least.

There was a long session of diplomatic talks with my HOD with all the three years present. It was something like
HOD: Do you think what you have done is right?
Blank
HOD: G, I want you to apologize
Blank
HOD: Let journalism not participate in Jhankar
Silence
HOD: I want to solve this issue
Pin drop silence
......

At the end of the exceptionally quite diplmatic talk, G had to apologize. We participated in Jhankar. Nina was challeneged to carry off the fashion show. And Voila! Nina - Miss Jhankar!!! The icing in the cake, a nose cut.

Hisotry, Happiness and revenge.

the F factor

2006-03-08T03:30:00.000-08:00

ladies...i am sure u all remember this wonderful day and the incident that made our day...hell it made our year...for those of you who dont know what i am talkin bout...well one of our classmates slapped our senior coz she was being a bitch...all hail gitanjali....(bowing)
basically there is this really pesky, annoying, bug looking girl who is our senior....a real pain...like a mosquito...u try squashin it but just miss....
anyway she was being her usual annoyin self...we were supposed to choose a name for our dept for the cultural...the theme being 'nakshatra'...we came up with the name Celeste...its easy to cheer n all...they came up with nova conclave...so original!!!(rollin eyes!)...anyway can u imagine chanting nove conclave...so longggggggggggg....so we said let put the idea to our juniors n c what hey say...
now at that time there were only some 10 ppl left in the juniors class...so we put our idea to them...nicely!!!
then they just thrust their idea onto the poor juniors...n then we did a hand count...
"who wnats celeste?....." (ppl look around scared!!)
"no one...good..." (not even 5 seconds have past)
"who want NC" (one sad soul put up her hand)
"ok its NC...YESSSS!!!!"

so then git went up to fathima...{oh i did not introduce her (FAthima....scary...annoyin....bitch)} ....anyway git went up to her n said why dont we wait till all the juniors are here n up the ideas to all of them....n she was explain it nicely to F when F suddenly says "why u givin me dirty look?"
now git was totally shocked "i am not giving u dirty looks"
F: "i know u are givin me dirty looks"
Git: "dude what are you sayin bout my face?"
F:(opens mouth)
Git: slaps her n walks off

YIPEEEEEE....way to go git...saluting u again....

anyway instead of slappin her back...F started cryin n ran to HOd...then hod called us....we got yelled at...wondering what the hell!!!!....anyway once we can to know we all cheered!!!...yipeee....git n her mom were called...seniors wanted her expelled...we laughed...like we would keep quite if they planned to do that...

so then...our seniors wore black to coll as a protest...laugh!!!....really...thats what we did...in their face!!!....they said "we want her expelled"
we said" ya right...like that goin to happen...u try doin that n we will all protest...we will ditch the culturals...n since our class has the highest strength in the dept..well F off...."

n since git is pretty popular in coll n no one can stand F...well lets just say the whole coll was behind her...even the students council...wow....
love u git....our whole class does...even though u get on our nerver at times...for this deed alone we shall forever b in ur debt....

n its a pretty good git hit her....coz otherwise i would have....REALLY!!!

ladies now tell me wasnt that a wonderful incident...really!!!

2006-02-22T07:09:00.000-08:00

Yippie! The student munity of 2006. We rock. And we create history. This being the first post I would like to brief all our loyal readers about our rebellious nature and how erect our backbones are.

To beging with all hail the Union Leader(in case you dont get whom I am refering to, it is our class representative in our 1st semester). Thats what my HOD christened her and her succssors to be (and I am proud to be one now). Okay, it was our first sem in college and my class right from the beginning possessed the quality of standing up for each other and standing up for our rights against all odds. Having given that brief into, let me now narrate to you one incident that will stand out in the history of my department.

It was college sports day, we were required to attend the events on an assigned day so that we could boost the morale of the participants. But we sure did not have any such intentions. The only reason we landed up at the Nehru Outdoor Stadium was for attendance, you read it right I said attendance. About two hours in the stadium, listening to songs, gossipping, cleaging the seats to make ourselves comfortable, out of the blue hooting and screaming like mad hatters, we were having a ball.

Then we decided enough is enough, too much of too good is too bad. I mean, the college expected us to go back to college at 12 after all that for a course on Audiography, where we did nothing but sleep. For some wierd reason the wavelength of the lecturer and the students never did match.

It was munity time.

We mass bunked. 56 students students from Nehru Stadium who were to return to college, just did not do so. They headed back home, restaurants, theatres and I am not sure where else.

History was made.

The HOD was wild, she even declined to teach us anything in the semesters to come. We were made to stand for an hour or so if I remember rightly. It was something unheard of in the the history of my college. The second batch of journalism had created ripples in the college. We dared to do it. Since then the qualities of my class have been doing the rounds.

I am proud of my calss.

In the posts to come you will get to read the other daring activities we as a class have embarked on.