Reproduced Imagery

“If you see the world in black and white, you’re missing the important grey matter.”

Similar is the motif. Journalist Sydney J. Harris once quoted as saying, “The whole purpose of education is to turn mirrors into windows.”

The line may seem complex on reading once or maybe twice, however isn’t so abstract after the third. Looking into the mirror one may get eyeful of oneself, which limits our view to become a social evil, to become full of “me”.

However, education makes us clairvoyant. It fades the mirror to become window, provide with the much needed perspective and an outward look. The view of the horizon of opportunities, through the window of education is serene, (Yes, despite of the concrete monsters, having a tendency to block the view) just like the opportunities one gets on gaining higher education.

However, the students now know failure isn’t an option but an inevitable truth. We all are set to chase down our dreams, to become leaders of tomorrow.

Abhishek Mantri

SPC, Pune

abhishekmantri9@gmail.com

Fashion Unveiled

Fashion is so overrated nowadays, what is fashionable to me may be a fashion faux pas to someone else, but the trick is to wear something which pleases you as well as the others because face it, no one today dresses for themselves, they put on clothes to impress others so what’s the use if that one thing you are trying to accomplish gets defeated? In between all this the definintion of fashion changed from “wearing anything that’s comfortable” to “wearing something in which people will notice you”. And in that race many people got left behind, wondering when and how they became outcasts because that’s what the other people call them. Not to worry now is the time for the other people to get in line too. First and foremost WHAT IS FASHION? If you think that wearing anything that fits you be it your dad’s jeans and say for instance your mum’s top then no, you are making a huge mistake, this is what fashion was back in the day not now, Fashion nowadays is more like wearing what is in trend and for that you really have to follow the trend. The actual trick is not the dress, well yes it is to an extent, but mostly it is how you carry yourselves and how confident you feel about yourself, that’s actually what defines you, then how you accesorize your clothes that also tells a lot about you, a ring worn in the finger then a bracelet say a lot about you than you actually think, you just put on a hairband or a clip but that also tells a story about how you are? The nail paint you are wearing, the shoes every single thing tells a story, black says you are aggressive, pink you are shy etc. So, now you know that choosing an outfit is not the only difficult thing, how you do your make up. You put on make up or not, what length is you hair, do you or do you not properly groom yourself? And here you thought that just a getting that perfect outfit was the only problem, if you know the whole drill then that will be the least of your problems, and here everyone wonders what takes girls so long to dress up? Well they have absolutely no idea what a war we girls have to go through to get all dolled up and ready to go. 
The fashion ordeal doesn’t only end at the clothes and accessories, the most important thing is you, yourself, how fit you are? How healthy you are? For us girls that also falls in fashion and health tab of our life. The perfect 36-24-36 hourglass measurement is the cliche everyone wants to have and for that you can do about anything. Let me tell you friends its about the ratio and not about the exact numbers you could be 38-26-38 also and you still would be hourglass, why is there this hype? It’s because of misinformation and there are many girls dying due to malnourishment and anorexia to get that so called “zero figure”. Trust me girls there is nothing so beautiful in “zero figure” eat, live life but now that doesn’t mean you go on eating and get bulimia..Haha!! So exercise right and east right to stay fit. And there is also this war for us girls between eating and not getting fat. Even if you don’t have an hourglass figure just try to dress the part by wearing belts that accentuate your waist as you know hourglass is all about the waist, wear dark colour jeans that make you look slimmer then wear heels that accentuate your torso. So, don’t worries if you don’t have it you can still bluff others till you get it! So, here is a part of fashion unmasked. Only a part because to encompass the whole word in itself is a very difficult thing. So from now on just get that lovely dress accessorize properly and accentuate that figure and you get going and no one will call you an outcast any longer and will take you in their group as long as you hold that head up high and stride forward no one will stop you. Picking up that dress and accessories is still easy the difficult part is the being fit part its not as easy as it seems, For all those food lovers out there I pen down the names of some such foods which are fat burners,:
1. Remember when they said an apple a day keeps the doctor away, well I don’t know about the doctor part but they definitely do keep the carbs away! 
2. Almonds and other nuts (with skins intact)
Build muscle, reduce cravings
3. Dairy products (fat-free or low-fat milk, yogurt, cheese)
Build strong bones, fire up weight loss
4. Eggs
Build muscle, burn fat
5. Turkey and other lean meats
Build muscle, strengthen immune system
6. Berries
Improve satiety, prevent cravings
7. Enova oil (soy and canola oil)
Promotes fullness, not easily stored as fat
8. Peanut butter 
Boosts testosterone (a good thing even in women), builds muscle, burns fat
9. Fatty fish (such as salmon, tuna, mackerel)
Trigger fullness, fire up fat burning
10. Grapefruit
Lowers insulin, regulates blood sugar and metabolism; be sure to eat the fleshy white membranes
11. Green tea
Fires up fat burning
12. Chili peppers
Spikes metabolism
13. Spinach and green vegetables
Fight free radicals and improve recovery for better muscle building
14. Whole grains (quinoa, brown rice, whole grain cereal)
Small doses prevent body from storing fat
15. Beans and legumes
Build muscle, help burn fat, regulate digestion
16. Whey
Builds muscle, burns fat.

Whenever you want to eat something deliciously tasty oblige yourself by only one or two helpings if you crave more then remember
A moment on your lips is a lifetime on your hips.
The moment will pass easliy as it had arrived but you have to do a lot of work to remove that lifetime from your hips.So, dress wisely, accessorize properly, and eat healthy and last but not the least stay fit! 

Ishani Dutta

KIIT University

Best Friends, not Forever!

Do you think of going against your family just to be with the one you love or to talk some extra time with your best friend? To what extent can you go to make your best friend happy, to be accepted and to be happy? Do you get the same care and love from your best friend in return? Have you ever ditched someone? Or have you ever being ditched by someone? How does it make you feel when your best friend backstabs/ditches you? Do you have appropriate answers to all these questions? 

Well, Divya does…

A bold, beautiful and bindaas Mumbai girl is deprived of love, care and acceptance. She is full of life, adventurous sports junkie and is everyone’s friend. And she could kill anybody if he/she hurt her best friend, Sunita. Far from home, she now believes and respects her parents and family. 
Will Sunita accept her fault and apologize to Divya? Will she ever stop playing the blame games and feel guilty for ditching her own best friend? 
This is a story of a girl, Divya, who was ditched by her own best friend, Sunita. What went wrong between the two? Love, friendship, crazy arguments, betrayal and blame games – there’s everything in this story.
Do we really reap what we sow? 
Well, let’s find out…it’s about the time…

She’s a “behenji-type”!
She was my sister, my best friend, my family. I met her the first time at our warden’s house. She was sitting there on the last bed in the second row with other two girls. The first thought that came to my mind was: ‘she’s a behenji type’. And so she can never be friends with me. But I didn’t know that the Almighty had planned something for me. Days later, we started talking, chatting, giggling, and teasing others. And then, by the end of two months, we were good friends. The late night studies, late night talks, gossips, bitching, anything and everything! It just didn’t stop. Actually nobody could ever stop us. As the time passed by, people started calling us a couple; as in we were always together. Together in hostel, in college, canteen, bunker’s point, library, corridors; although we were in different classes, as she was IT department while I was in IC department. Slowly and steadily we grew close and turned into best friends. I could th en hardly imagine my life without her. We never noticed anybody when we were together. Together we used to do all the fun, pranks, teasing games, chit-chats, bitching and every damn thing. 

It was 8th September 2009, I along with 5-6 other friends of mine, we all shifted to the college hostel. We had no other option but to stay at the warden’s place as there was no vacancy in the college hostel. We all shifted to the first floor of the hostel. Hostel was always fun. We were a group of eight girls; me, Karishma, Sunita, Shweta, Mansi, Shobha, Naina and Bhavisha. We had lots of fun at the first floor, as there was nobody except us; and the rest of the girls (students) had their rooms on the ground floor. 
One day, there was a small sort of cat fight between Sunita and Mansi. Girls!! I tell you. Eventually, Sunita decided to shift to my room and it marked beginning of our strong friendship. Since that day, we were quite best friends. 

Our hostel was situated at sector-25, Gandhinagar. It was almost equidistant to many places where we normally used to hang out. So, it was a nice location. Going out on Sundays, for hangouts, shopping, window shopping, fun at chaat corner, gardens, Infocity, etc., had always been fun time. With the same fun, we didn’t realize the end of first year. It was our second semester exams. Oh, exams went rocking and so were our results. Except Mansi and Bhavisha, everybody had cleared the exams. Unfortunately, my best friend and now roommate Sunita had two backlogs. We say, in Engineering, if you don’t get backlogs, then it’s not engineering. One must always get atleast a backlog to understand the gravity of the university board and pain of the fellow engineers. Tears didn’t stop and she cried some more. Damn, I couldn’t see her cry. Her smile was important to me and so was she. I decided to help her in those subjects as I had already cleared them in first se mester. It was hot may in summer 2010.

And then, we became BFFs !

A beautiful friendship for me was the friendship I had with her, the bond that we shared. There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. “I think if I’ve learned anything about friendship, it’s to hang in, stay connected, fight for them, and let them fight for you. Don’t walk away, don’t be distracted, don’t be too busy or tired, and don’t take them for granted. Friends are part of the glue that holds life and faith together. Powerful stuff right? Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. For me, she had that small beautiful world for me. She was my world. 

This is how it works. I love the people in my life, and I do for my friends whatever they need me to do for them, again and again, as many times as is necessary. For example, in this case she always forgot me and how much I had cared for her. So what I do for you as your friend is remind you who you are and tell you how much I love you. And this isn’t any kind of burden for me. Every time I remind you, which is my pleasure. We were getting closer. There was nothing in our lives that we didn’t share. From every bitching story to our dark secrets, and from our wild fantasise to our family problems, everything was shared. For, me she was the best thing ever happened to me after love. She was one of the greatest of all my friends till date. She was my best friend. Yes, best friend forever! Best friends are not whom you always hangout with. But they’re the ones, who, even if you don’t hang out with them, can still understand and care about you. She was my best friend, but maybe I wasn’t her best friend! She never fought for me with anybody the way I did when somebody just had scratched her in a game. Because for me, she was important. Her smile and her happiness were important. I was always there with her in all ups and downs, in every problem, even during exam results supporting her. But to my bad luck, she was never there for me. She was never there when I wanted her the most, when I wanted my best friend besides me, the most. Although she was there with me physically being my roommate, but she never understood me nor supported me when I wanted someone to hold onto, when I wanted a shoulder to cry on, when I wanted someone to stay with me in my bad times. I believed and trusted her blindly. And that was the biggest mistake that I’d done so far in my life. I now regret it. I now regret for trusting her so much and letting her break my heart while I was all into her, her friendship, our friendship. 

When I say it’s you I like, I’m talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. “I am glad you are here with me, here at the end of all things”, I said after our first fight followed by an immediate patch up. I hated fighting with her and hated to say such things to her. It gave me strength to have somebody to fight for; I could never fight for myself, but, for others, I could think of doing something. For her, I could kill anybody. I was absolutely mad about her, mad at her, I think. But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails. 

With age, the innocence of friendship fades away. The concept of best-friends-forever is purely imaginary. Although real in some cases. We grow, we change, and we make new friends, forget the old ones. The cycle repeats itself over again. And somewhere along the way, we find ourselves trapped among the fake people. Everyone has fake friends or are surrounded by fake people. People don’t love us for what we are, but for what they want out of us. Our parents are right when they say; it’s a selfish world out there. In those years, I never listened to them; never cared to give it a thought. But now it’s all true, was damn true because now I’ve realized and experienced it. But you simply cannot leave your friends and walk away, just because you know how fake they are. Now I greet and treat the people as they do. I don’t be nice to them either. I maintain distance. But I never let the bond die. Because I’m an emotional being and for me it’s a bit hard to break relations. I set my priorities and am with those who acknowledge me, those who have accepted me the way I am. I be with those who make me happy, be it just a handful of people. For life is too short to waste it on people who aren’t worth your time and emotions. 

For me, friendship is something different, something really beautiful, above all other relations. Friendship- my definition is built on two things- Respect and trust. Both elements have to be there. And it has to be mutual. You can have respect for someone, but if you don’t have trust, the friendship will crumble. Day by day, my friendship with Sunita grew stronger. The more the peoplsaid anything to either of us, or to our friendship, the more it grew stronger. The bond was just unbreakable and divine then. One of the tasks of true friendship is to listen compassionately and creatively to the hidden silences. She was the answer to my every question, to my prayers. She was someone that I really couldn’t afford to lose. I’ve heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing up something we must learn. She taught me the meaning of life and friendship. She taught me every lesson of friendship, whether it is trust or respect. When you’re mad after somebody and when you really care for the person, you will never want people to say anything about them; let yourself say anything. I had almost destroyed all those relations in my life, with whom she had a problem with. Because for me, she was far too important. I wanted her to be with me, then and forever. I just couldn’t imagine my life without her, without her smile, her laughter, her abuses, her sweet lies, her hugs. She was everything that I wanted, that I longed for, my sweet best friend.

THE POST EFFECT
Sometimes, it does happen in your life at some or the other point, that you can’t utter a word when you have so much to tell it to someone. And even if you do so, there’s nobody to listen and understand it; that you can’t write it down when you have it in mind; that you can’t sing when there’s music in your heart; that you can’t dance when there’s rhythm in the air. It happens with everybody. And that’s life!

It really hurts when someone you trusted so much all this time, backstab you or ditch you and just throw you away from their life as if you’re the culprit and without listening to you or any and without even thinking about the consequences. This is exactly what she did to me. Nobody could ever do anything like this to her only best friend, or undergo the way I had. I was broken and shattered. We were great friends back then, one and a half years ago. Hangouts and shopping on Sundays were moving in a fast pace and so was our friendship. I started trusting her. Actually, I trusted her blindly with no intentions and demands. A trust and faith without any second thought. I didn’t care what she said to others or how she behaved with others. I only knew that she was too sweet with me as sugar, as always. 

It was December 2011 when I broke up with her, with Sunita. I had lost one of my best friends or maybe one of those fake friends whom I considered my best friends. It’s almost been more than an year now that we aren’t talking. We are no more on talking terms. We are no more FRIENDS on facebook and other social networks. Even now I don’t understand that part, the part that made her do all this. I don’t understand why the hell I was held responsible. I don’t understand why others ignored me. I just can’t believe that she blamed me for stealing her belonging, her E-Commerce book (4th SEM), to be more precise. I was sure and confident that no matter what, she would stand by me always, holding my hand as a friend in bad times. But I was so wrong. 

It’s been exactly a year since that incident. It’s been one year since we are not talking, since we are not facing each other. It’s been a year full of mysteries, odds, problems, joys and even tears but it has made me strong now. Such situations in one’s life make oneself strong enough to face any such situation or challenge. And it has made me quite strong. Nobody can ever think or nobody can ever imagine what I had been through since last one year. Sometimes you become careless of the things or circumstances you face in life, if you have good friends or boyfriend/girlfriend or family. Because you have that support in your life, that can take you away from any problem or any bad situation. There lies a kind of backup assurance. You share things or happening with your near or dear ones. But sometimes, it so happens that you can never share anything with anybody for any matter. You don’t even share it with your best friends. There are certain things that you want to keep it to yourself. You don’t want to tell it to anyone. 

Looking back those years, those two and a half years of beautiful relation, the pure friendship, the times that we had spent together, I just get emotional. Yes, I’m an emotional creature and have this habit of being with the same people throughout. I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life goes on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. 

I was completely broken and shattered that day. It was 25th of December 2011. It took a very long time for me to get over it. In the earlier days, when I used to look at her, I missed her. Then a few months later, when I used to watch her giggling and enjoying with her other friends, I didn’t react. And now when if I happen to see her by any chance, I just don’t like her. I don’t want to see her face again. I hate her now more than anything else in the world. I don’t believe in trust and people like her. I don’t want such people any more in my life now. I have moved on. I had to. But nobody knows what all I’ve undergone in these one and a half years of my Engineering. I don’t trust anybody because it leads to pain and finally breaks heart. It was my entire fault. It was never her fault; it was mine for believing every word that she spoke and for trusting her so much. It was my fault that I trusted her blindly.

Well, I’m just looking into different perspectives of life, glancing at my past, talking on my present and in the end of the day, preparing best for my future. This is my life, this is ME!

I regret now, I reget today, for not letting people know what exactly had happened. I stayed numb because I believed that even if I do tell them they wouldn’t listem to me or even believe me for what I say or what I am. 
The incident changed my life. It had changed me. Now, I’ve something to look forward to when I return back home. Yes, it changed everything, people around me. It has changed my personality as well. I hope one day she just realizes her mistake and make an apology to me. I do hope you guys there, reading my story, will surely raise up voice in such times in your life, as by not raisng your voice, by not speaking up, you’re not helping anyone, rather you’re harming your own self! 

Fingers Crossed!

PS – I’m good without her, but let’s just hope she gets this message!

People, do comment and send your feedback.

Dixita Goyal

Angel in Dark

A girl cant hide the tears in her eyes,
Nor she can tell anyone about her cries.
But i don’t know why she has to lie,
About all the pain and suffering in her life.
Why she has to wear such a fake smile,
And disguise everyone passing by….

I have been with a lot of girls,
some came for love and some for lust.
But still i can’t discover their world,
which is still an alien Universe….

The only thing which comes in my mind,
whenever i see this alien kind.
Is the tide of sadness in their eyes,
which they cant hide from all their lies…

I wish i can change their past,
Cos that what moulds their present hour.
It makes them hide all their pain,
Cos they were hit by a tragic train.
Still i wish they could move on,
And trust someone else with a love tone.
But this is the thing they are afraid of,
Which makes them diff frm this world n so…

Chitrank Sheemar

Delhi Technological University

chitrank23@gmail.com

The Betrayal

People today are not what they were back in the time when everybody believed in working together, helping each other. People were pure then, not that people are impure nowadays but you really have to go deep inside a person to find that purity and there is purity in everyone I believe but most of them like to keep it hidden due to their unpleasant earlier experiences,and some of them let their bad side overtake their good one and while the rest that is if they are any left after filling of the two above groups are normally pure,which is an extinct species in this century, Will have to notify the Environment people that there is one more species that is rubbed of the face of the Earth, and not because of Global Warming (well Global Warming will be happy that this extinction is not on its platter) but yes this is the work of people themselves. The human race itself is the reason for this blasphemy. This thing happened with me and my buddy a few months ago. New in college, New Year, new friends I am super duper excited to start life anew, by that I meant a new chapter in the book called life. But little did I know what was about to happen. (Fyi- I am a good judge of character) I was talking to everyone who was present, as I am a very jolly n frank person. But no guys I’m telling you this,there’s no need to be all friendly and jolly and go and help people all on your own if they don’t ask for it because nowadays people don’t want that extra help you will go and help them your mind all clear but they won’t look at it like that they will see in you a person making a joke of their helplessness and that they are nothing but a laughing stock for you, and believe me you will go and help these kind of people only, then they will go around telling people about what a spiteful person you are and these kind of people are more today than the others who will see your help merely just a help.

So what happened was that there was someone in particular and I became very good friends with that person even though to accept the truth I did not have a good feeling from inside but I kept that thought aside burying the voice of reason inside me, I went forward with the friendship on the line I was getting the no good feeling but again I ditched the voice of reason, I did this the second time so it had to punish me now didn’t it??? so there Miss. X goes and starts being all bitchy about me and ruining the other friendships I had made, and that too she was successful in doing so, I hated…nah, not hated but despised that other friend,and what she was doing was ignoring me so I thought that my despicable friend was doing shit to break me from him/her but actually the problem was she. Thank god everything came out in some way and everything is now good between me n my despicable friend (now good friend). So,that was my experience, I would like to warn everyone like me trust yourself and don’t turn your back on your intuition.

Ishani Dutta

KIIT University

Ascetic Rummage

With all of this world’s pace today, many of us feel left out. Even with all the money we make, even with all the privileges we get, we feel resentful by the time we go to sleep – a feeling which doesn’t satisfy the very purpose and existence of life. Why is it so? Why are the feelings of restlessness, emptiness, isolation, the fear of being abandoned is replaced be a belief of God?

So many people I personally know have taken onto asomatous apprenticeship that sometimes it makes me wonder, if at all we are able to elicit anything on our own. I’m not generalizing, nor throwing any bad light upon any spiritual bouquet but we have become very at home with running towards someone else for help, always.

Many organizations I know, have constantly stressed at one point – that we must start cultivating a habit of undoubting the omnipresence of The Lord. I’m not an atheist, nor am I a priest. I’m a human, who believes that if you practice well being, it will be reverberated back to you.

They headline the fact of God, into us, which is not something they’re supposed to do, because that relationship we have with Him is so pure and personal that the thought of even commercializing it, demeans the intimate receptivity between the two.

They cannot instill thoughts in us to like God, or believe in God because frankly that’s such a personal and privy decision. It’s unfair that it is those money seeking corporates who dictate our spiritual journey. It is flawed fundamentally to such a large extent that it’s not even funny.

I feel that, we must believe in His Infinite Spirit because we want to, and not because we must. And that feeling should come from within us, not from those traders of religion. I strongly give credence to the point that we all must be God Loving and not God Fearing. Because then it is, when we seek His nourishment.

You’re not happy because of God, you’re not sad because of God. You are feeling emotions, which are self-inflicted. Neither can we blame Him for our miseries, nor can we thank Him for our joys. We can just work towards bettering and believing in the relationship we have with that Absolute Being, not for any sort of reward or fruit, but for the sheer bliss and positivity it brings along with it.

Devesh Baheti

Institute of Aeronautical Engineering

deveshbaheti84@gmail.com

BATTLEZONE

Right in the middle of an absolutely ordinary day, a thousand questions hit my mind simultaneously like arrows on a dartboard.. and my state of utopia suddenly dissolves into a cosmos of chaos and confusion.

Every single day is like a battle ahead.. an inevitable warzone.
You HAVE to step in, shed blood, scream, cry, run for your life, defend your morals, surpass the zillion obstacles that test your righteousness, and reach the finish line. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose and most of the times, you don’t know what happened. You shut your eyes, block the images from the wearing day and prepare yourself for another battle the next day. 
But at the end of the day, what matters most is neither the blood nor the tears, it is the lesson you learnt. There is victory and failure, screams of joy and wails of pain, appreciation and humiliation, struggles and hardships, friends and enemies, and most importantly, life and death.

You need strategy. You need courage. You need to know right from wrong.
Every battle is your chance to make your mark, to get yourself known, to create a permanent impression – because you never know, maybe tomorrow’s battle is too hard to fight.
Remember, History doesn’t remember soldiers who died worthless deaths, but martyrs are always cherished.

Be brave, be strong
Be righteous, do no wrong.
The world will try to bring you down
Because it’s a battle to win the crown.
Do not give up, come what may
Even if success seems far at bay,
because every step takes you closer
to the place where clouds of victory hover.
It’s a battle to thrive
and only the fittest shall survive.

Nayanika Chatterjee

KIIT University

November 8th,

It’s 3 AM in the morning and a string of ideas waves around my mind ringing my thoughtful bells and trigering the insiduous yet audacious thoughts graved inside me. Thanks to my obnoxious roommate gaurav, i cannot sleep now before giving a thought about this future shit. It was just 24 hours ago when i planned not to think and plan about the future deeds that are awaiting me and my soul to pass by after discovering the slain white hair on the left side of my not so round scalp. It came as a reality check to me alarming me of the consequences that are knocking around the corner in the obscure future. Back to the ideas, the reason for my sleepless night stint, i again try to understand the aim of my life, is it making more money than my ancestors and making my yet to be born child a golden spoon baby or it is about living life the way it is meant to be.

I crawl around the walls of the destiny, grumbling for the sunlight that will ma ke my life brighter yet nothing comes to my stubborn mind except the biting of , i don`t know how many mosquitoes around my pale tiresome body. Only the crystal meth comes to my mind now, living life is so much fun when you are the superman in it, breaking bad, 9.5 average rating at imdb, hats off to the creator and the crew, i hope you don’t die of the overdose. I better try to sleep now, exams round the week, pseudo cuddling about 3 weeks from now, i better get some stamina by then, all work and no foreplay makes me a useless potent boy, which i hate to be. Have patience, the entrepreneur inside me , you still have some valuable time. Wake me up when this shit is about to end. Good night, see you in dreams, carpe diem my inevitable future.

Joy Sardana

Delhi College of Engineering (DCE)

Finger-Chip Friends

A few days back, a friend of mine and i were sharing a conversation over lunch, in the hostel mess. The menu is not important, but I would like to mention one specific item on the menu that day. Finger chips. Some colored red, while the others plain yellow. I unexpectedly found myself in the need to grab one of the chips from his plate and unknowlingly I grabbed a red one. His eyes lit up and he said, “No, not the red one”. I couldn’t help but laugh at his sheer desire to save all the “coloured” chips for himself. While I laughed he looked at me and asked, “Whats wrong with you?” I replied, “I wish I could figure that out myself!” 
You can ask me why I laughed, the reason did not dawn upon me at that very moment when he asked me that inevitable question. I laughed because, I couldn’t fathom why would a 21 year old, having to deal with the enormous pressure of academics and various other stuff people claim us teenagers going through, would bother if he had red chips or yellow chips. Food for thought one could say! The answer according to me is, “SIMPLICITY”.

As I sit inside my train compartment heading home, looking outside my window, in a total poetic manner, I can confidently claim, simple people are the happiest and they are people whom you want to be with forever. My finger chip friend had nothing else on his mind, only that he wanted the red, appealing item of food for himself. You could say he was childish, but whats wrong with that? It is a quality that appeals to most of us. Is it wrong for a 21 year old to still crave something different, something normally “grown-ups” do not need or may be laughed at and made fun of if he did so? Well, if you know someone who does that ask him this, “When was the last time he had ‘FUN’ ”. Someone had rightly said “Add life to your years, not years to your life” 

Being a child at heart has its advantages, in fact, it makes you lovable and carefree. It gives you an open mind, helps you to shun negativity perceive the world in a different way. 

Simplicity is the best medication for study-ridden minds like ours. Take a break from chaos that is life, find a “Finger-Chip-Friend”, grab a big jar of “Nutella” and use only your fingers for having it! “Live life Child Like”! And for those of you lost in “adult-hood”, reach out to that kid inside you who still loves pokemon, awaken him, and I assure you will be set afloat in the pursuit of undiluted happiness.

Siddhartha Bhattcahryya

KIIT UNIVERSITY, Bhubaneswar

…New life… …College life…

Naye logo k sath naya safar,
Nayi jagah aur naye anubhav,
Zindagi ki naye sire se shuruvat..
Nayi classroom aur naye teachers,
Naye friends aur naya ghar….
Aaj aaye hai rote hue apno ko chod kar,
Kal jaenge rote hue inn dosto, college aur hostel ko chod kar…
Har subah laati hai kuch nayi aashayein,
Aaj apno se dur hue to kya,
Kal yahi duniya hume apni nazar aaegi….
Aaj seekha hai khud ko sambhalna,
Ab seekhenge mushkilo ko sehna…
Sach kehte hai zindagi har pal kuch naya sikhati hai,
Isse seekh lo to lagegi bhali,
Par bojh samjho to hai bahut kathin….
Life is all about we think as….
It shows us all we want to see…
That’s just a tribute to this new world we have entered into with a hope to emerge as a shining star….

Aditi Shukla

KIIT University