Volume No. 6, August ‘07
Hum sab…ek kamre mein band hain
| Aarrrgh!!!!!!!!!! Screw that ASCS guy*, dunno wat he thinks of himself when he screams in the wake of the morning. “Dreaaaaam aaaaonneee..Dreeaam aaoonneeâ€.But I wake up thinking, he’s mourning over some death. This guy’s craziness seems to be contagious. The whole next room looks infected. Yuck! Even this MMS guy screams these days. “Theeeseee eeeeeseee theee paaaaiiinn killeeeeeeeeeeerâ€. I beg Mr.Striderparth to take care of these bugging young singers [:D] . Firstly, one obvious doubt in evry second year’s mind was “Why is it a box?. And guys were soon giving their interpretations, when they were found boxing for the wall seat. I propose calling Gaurav Sihariya Common Box secretary. Abey ohh!!Funda math pel. (Enter SOP box) Uh huh..So I, need to answer this one badly. I knew it. I’ve already sent a command to fetch the answer. But gosh! I think all sockets have been pulled off. For I could neither hear nor understand anything, I could just see seniors miming b4 me. Absolutely no sounds. I am expecting the answer to turn up and save the day for me. Expecting, expecting, and expecting with the nervous fervor of a dad outside the maternity theater. Like a faltoo saint, closing his eyes and meditating for the unknowable. Alas! I suddenly realized that the answer is absconding and figures are just going up, down, right, left and u-name-it directions, just like that Matrix background. “We are supposed to—–â€, that was Squid singh, breaking the ice, smashing the snow, or whatever. “12-14â€, I answered, five chappals and three glasses of water later. “The tolerance value set to 2, to ensure endsem toleranceâ€. I was ready with this answer for the next question. Good! Except for the disappointing fact that the question never came.These seniors never ask answerable questions. So much so that, I wonder if there is a short term legilimency course before OP for the third years, so that they can scan thru the minds of poor juniors and kill the answerable questions. Or mayb, that’s wat “SENIORITY.exeâ€, is all about.†x————————-C-U-T——————————x Huh! Neway, that’s my take on ACT II, SCENE 3 of the well known (?!) Kgpian classic. “A purposeful statement of the statement of purposeâ€. I just slipped out of the clutches of this new littu guy, because I felt he is strangling me to silence. Poor guy!!He has been coming back to me, day after day, after hours of exhaustive SOP boxes, quietly contemplating about how he wanted the new “me†to be. In the process, one day, he discovered that Bish had actually poured life into me. Gosh! I wanted to b a bandi and this guy couldn’t say no. And our teams have already started machaoing in sports GC this year. No, no. I am not talking of cricket or football.WE’ve done it!!! WE’ve done it after long years. Non-zero points in the opening sports event. Waterpolo gold and Aquatix bronze.The fast and furious duo of Gullu and Rupesh raped all opponent defences to etch a new mark in the history, leaving the other halls itching all over u-know-where.Also heard that the vast goal differences were because Dhaka was psyching the shit out of the strikers with his intimidating stare.Save-it-like-dhaka. YO!!!!Other yo yos were a gold in open IIT TT , a gold+silver combo in dumbc open iit, and a gold in wtgw. Great work guyzz!!!Proud of you. ? Dhoomm..dhaam..naach gaane…kick-ass masti..the asli sneak into wat Kgp life is..well!that’s how we described Patel Akhada to the faccha junta. The huge turnout found it very well near the description. On one hand, the second years were taking out their SOP frusstness on the matkiphod team with buckets of water. On the other, they were organizing the events, treating facchas multiple times with the hope that keeping the fest on till late night would mean…erm..NO SOP for the day. Huh..10’o clock common room ..came the call, shattering all beautiful dreams. As even the most imperceptive of you might have already realized, I have been blabbering for a long time now. So, I would sign off with a farewell note. “My dear Bish!!I wud definitely miss you.I knew that this is coming.(blowing nose..Phewww). But never realised that it is so hard to break up.(sob..sob) Those weird skipping ropes, that unexpected weight lifting equipment in your room are still haunting me in my dreams. Koi nahi!!I am still there at the other end of ur wing. Just in case u have some sentiments, stop by me sumtime and we’ll have a chat and a bread. Just for old times sake……Littu and littu; रात की रानी आज रात वह फ़िर मेरे पास आà¤à¤—ी, फ़िर वह मà¥à¤à¥‡ अपनी बाहों मे बसा लेगी, और नही कर सकता उस रात को बयाà¤, कà¤à¥€ कà¤à¥€ तो कà¥à¤²à¤¾à¤¸ में à¤à¥€ हो जाती है उनसे मà¥à¤²à¤¾à¤•à¤¾à¤¤, अब तो मà¥à¤à¥‡ आती है सिरà¥à¤«à¤¼ उसकी याद, ….योगेंदà¥à¤° कà¥à¤®à¤¾à¤° |
NAM-A-GRAMS —Hail, Chaos Man.—Phobia in sun. —Wanna bath Viva Shiv. —Union Ward had Psych. — A Raga Shady Human. —Jaw at Kneel. —Aim tusk rum. —A Harshest Hark. —Ha!!Louder. —Khaki rule |
| Bachao!!!! Man = eat + sleep + work + enjoy; Pigs = eat + sleep; Hence, Man = Pigs + work + enjoy; If, Man - enjoy = Pigs + work,so; A Man who doesn’t know how to enjoy = pigs that work; Men = eat + sleep + earn money; Pigs = eat + sleep; Hence, Men = Pigs + earn money; if Men - earn money = Pigs;so, Men who don’t earn money = Pigs Women = eat + sleep + spend Pigs = eat + sleep;So Women = Pigs + spend if, Women - spend = Pigs,so; Women who don’t spend = Pigs,so; Men earn money not to let women become pigs and Women spend not to let men become pigs! Men + Women = 2 Pigs;so; YO PIGS!!! |
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| I DARE U !! 1. To steal Kumar Ritwik’s hair band and pin it up on the mess notice board. 2. To get Siddharth Prabhu to part with his glasses for two minutes. 3. To get Sandy into the Inter-IIT football team. 4. To find Soumik Bose not mugging. 5.To donate me 2 lakhs of rupees 6.To swallow two three-legged cockroaches at 10:23:45 on Thursday with a Himesh song in the background. |
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| Yo yo!!So, guys that was just the first one of the many. Either u like it or u do not. Either u laugh at it or u do not. The very idea that u are writing to a non-zero set of readers makes me feel better. So advices, answers and feedback wud be to ilovelittoo@gmail.com or aggu301333@gmail.com |
Volume No. 5, February ‘07
L I T M U S ¦
B L U E L I T M U S.
Though Blue litmus started 2 yrs ago ¦
Never saw sumthing as fundoo being published ..great job!
Missing my wingies saranshÂ, mann and juniors like dani motaÂ, singhÂ, chodu a lot
With warm regards,
Savyasachi Nayak
Â
[Tears in eyes] Thank You so much!
[Sob Sob] I would also like to thank my family, my friends, my little sister Chunni, all my fans, the few audiences that I have, my authors, my publishers and my sponsors (if ever I have them!). This wouldn’t have been possible without all of you! [Sob]
This is for you Mom! [breakout crying] [flying kisses in the air]
Phew! Kuch sento aadmi hu yaar main!
Annnnyways, Hi all!!
Kya Patel, kya haalchaal? Mid sems peace na? Aur bata kya frequency hai aajkal?
Oops sorry! I got talking to Vivek Kumar Patel! Ab usse koi kya baat kare sivay uski frequency ke!
And then there’s Tempo Da. Nothing related to frequency or whatever but Tempo Da could be a godly watchman. Just like that adline ¦ Raat is the secret of Tempo Da’s energy. Ever seen him striding past the corridors at night? Tempo is no more a feeling, it’s a man!
He could be renamed to sound like those archaic Mahabharat names, Gajodhar, etc. TempoDhar !! Bong Drams Best Actor, TempoDa ki mugai strategies bhi huha hain. When asked about the syllabus by a fellow mortal during the Midsem Massacre, TempoDa’s reply was a nonchalant Syllabus nahi pata, maine puri book padh li :-O
I mean, is there any sanity left in this world!!
Khair ¦ I’m ok. I’m alright. Baby steps. Baby steps. I’m ok. I’m alright.
Valentine’s Day was a particularly busy affair for a lot of people.
A Cal Trip in the week before mid sem is made viable only if Valentine’s Day is approaching and you’ve decided ki is baar to gift de ke hi rahunga!
The two juice bottles, Savyasachi and Sumit, were caught red handed by our most esteemed reporter-cum-detective, on the train back from Cal, along with gifts for Valentine’s Day. The question that remains answered is, who were the gifts finally given to? Jawab ek competition postcard par likh bhejiye, aur jeetiye dhero inaam!
| Ways to celebrate V-Day:The Baniya way: Form groups of three or 4, share the costs of a gift, and gift to the same girl.The Super Baniya way: Go to Cal in pairs, buy cheap gifts, come back to kgp, gift to each other on V-Day.The Open Source way: Everybody contributes freely to a common gift that is finally left in front of SN for any girl to pick up. The gift contains the General Public License inside and may be copied, modified or redistributed in any form. |  |
Don ko pro aaye na aaye, Pussy was busy the whole day, answering love calls and rejecting pros from Azad and Nehru.
And how many know the man who proposed at 2 in the night to a someone special in Jam?
Yes sahibaan, kadardaan, gentle maan ¦ presenting none other than Jo Tees Ka Bhaat Char Jaye (translation: who can eat 30 men’s rice)
But the toast goes to the newly formed banda-bandi couple (quite rare in kgp, you see) who seem to love vegies for some sort of supernatural reason. Please drive slow guys, on bikes and otherwise 
Quiz:
Why was apna Don huhastically halu on V-Day?
1. He was deciding to maaro a pro, par fat rahi thi.
2. He had maroed a pro, and the answer a two letter word made up of N and O, in capital.
3. Somebody had maroed a pro on him, and he was suddenly unsure of his own gender.
CoupleBuzz:
We at CoupleBuzz try to provide you with all the hottest latest information on the hottest latest couples forming around this beautiful place. The latest high energy bonds that our radar has captured in its focus are those of Kundan “ Debdutta. Tejaswi has been in deep slumber on this front and he seems to have a fight now in the form of Kundan. The midsems particularly were a great get-together-and-catchup-on-each-other’s-lives occasion for the two.
The next pair of people that we feature here are a long known couple and quite explicitly so, but there’s a third angle to this story too. Ritwik and Soni, on the face of it, seem like Jai and Veeru, but who knows may be even Jai and Veeru weren’t so straight! The third angle to this story is the fat footer flayer who’s acting skills are a contradiction to his secy post. Ritwik’s titillating acts and dance steps on ËœBeedi’ only add fire to the buzz.
As an ending note, we point our featured couples and all others who have a heart inside their ribcages, to a beautiful composition of love and compassion created by our very own, Amresh the Playboy. It is a most melodious and beautiful rendition of the song that may easily be termed as a lighthouse-for-lovebirds, ChingariÂ.
Chingari koi bhadke, to sawan use bujhaye
Sawan jo agan lagaye, use kaun bujhayeÂ
(The lyrics have been stated here in case you are not able to concentrate on them while listening to the song, overcome by its emotional value)
Letter to the Editor (Ah! Finally!):
Poor vishesh¦¦.
Janta sometime tell him totla sometime totle and sometime visheshÂ
From the very first day our OP got over we got the courage to speak freely
In the mess¦.MONTY(mohanty) introduced the concept of mimicry in the
Hall¦.he has some master piece credited to his account¦well lets come to the point.
Well yes vishesh¦..the poor guy¦..why poor???????
1 being the MCM he takes the maximum load because manjeet and tiwari are peace maroo¦.when I visit his room late at night I see him pondering over tenders and quotations¦.he is frust bu never admits its¦.
2 and the most important¦being the owner of a syke karne wala voice¦.its very easy for everyone to copy his voice¦..AND THE RESULT¦..its evident in the mess¦..any problem with food complain goes to vishesh ¦.and whats more the speaker talks in a voice like vishesh¦.he is sometimes very frustrated¦
worry not vishesh your voice will be an asset when the first years will be invited for
tea party¦..AURR JOR SE jab tum kahoge tab fachcho ko bhagwan hi bacahye
(do not disclose my name anup)
Aap bhi apni dastaan likh bhejiye at : iDontLikeWallMags@gmail.com or anupbishnoi@gmail.com
We are listening!
Volume No. 4, January ‘07
LITMUS ¦BLUE LITMUS.
OoPs! I’m lAtE! HihIhE!! iiHe! mAiNe pEe nAhI hAi yArO, mUjHkO piLa Di GaYi hAi!! m DrUnK!! DrrrrrrrrUnK!!! BACHAOOO!!!
[puke]
(Garare) GurrrrGurrrrrrrr….
Thoo.
Haan … ab thik hai
So ¦ hellos to peoples! First off … Yo Patel, Yo Patel, Yo Patel! Cricket mein machaye hue hain bhai!! Aaj Yuvi ka catch! Huha!
Now I, this dirty A4 sheet of low quality papyrus, am shaken to the core, not that my core goes too deep but … shaken still. The developments in this semester so far have been quite ground-shaking … oops, wall-shaking I mean!
First, Bhatu registered.
[thundering]
[cries of people falling dead to the ground]
[mothers wailing]
Yes, you heard it right. Scroll up and read again if you wish but the blow has been delivered, and you know it. A blow to the most fundamental of principles in Kgp. A blow to the most treasured of concepts in Kgp. A blow of outrageous proportions … to the word ‘Peace’ in Oxford Dictionary for the Illiterate Kgpian. This, as you may recall, is the same bhatu whom we talked about in my dad’s time; in the last issue, that is. This epitome of peace living in Kgp ‘peacefully’ unregistered since a Hat-trick of semesters, has now fallen. Let us all stand in silence for atleast two minutes. May ‘peace’ rest in peace …
Second, …
ummmm …. well that was all I guess … sorry for the hype!
Perseverance, they say, is a rare quality in men. Not so in Patel. And a rather unconventional example of it was set by a certain gentleman from D Ground East. Internship, as they say, is a matter only of sending emails. The more you send, the better internships you get. This gentleman whom we shall call PP for brevity’s sake, took this advice to heart. He persevered, in the truest sense of the word. For a week he kept sending mails, again and again, over and over, a large number of mails every day. And then one day it repaid. The fruit of perseverance had grown and ripened and was ready to fall on his head like the apple on Newton’s head. He got a reply. From a Prof. Happiness had never expressed itself so vividly on PP’s face! Carried over by emotion, he clicked on the mail to open it. Lo and Behold!
But the reply seemed strange! It was sounding a bit over-emotive. Dripping with anger! Flabbergasted, PP goes on to read the full mail, so hateful and so full of warnings! And then he experienced the Eureka moment. The moment of truth and knowledge and realisation, that the Prof was actually telling him to STOP SENDING HIM EMAILS AT ONCE AND NEVER EMAIL HIM EVER AGAIN!! PP had been sending the same mail to the same prof, everyday, perseveringly.
PP se yaad aaya, I heard a story from an Alumni about a certain PP Singh in his time, 1950s that is. Mr G B Shukla and his friends were coming back from somewhere late one night when they were stopped by a policeman, on the grounds of not having any lights on their cycle!! God, where’s that policeman now!
“What’s your name?”, mamu said.
“PP Singh”
“Pura naam bol!”
“Potassium Permanganate Singh”
“Hain???”
[silence]
“Mazak karta hai mere saath?!”
“Nahi. Mera naam hai.”
The young boys were taken to Midnapore Court. “POTASSIUM PERMANGANATE SINGH HAZIR HO!”. Fined Rs. 50 and left with a warning by the judge
I wonder whether there had been GPLs back then! Talking of GPLs, there is a particular fellow who seems to be too prone to GPLs of late.
“Raman ki FT lag gayi! Raman ki FT lag gayi!”
[gpl]
[wing GPL]
“Raman ki Canada mein FT lag gayi!”
[more GPL]
[more wing GPL]
ABE KOI FT NAHI LAGI MERI!!!! BHAK @*$#@* !!!!
Oh. sry.Â
After Semester Registration, khaas sutron ke mutabik Raman had had no Patel Drop!!
“That’s gross!”
[gpl>
"That's abhorable!"
[gpl]
“Not fair!”
[gpl]
“That’s … impossible!”
[gpl]
Raman. Poor Raman.
Now not many know it, because Raman doesn’t want to blabber about himself, but his bandi is coming to SF.
Yeah, skipping over all the emotion-filled exclamation marks and capital letters (I assume you’ve imagined all that by yourself anyways), I tell you for once and for all, it’s true. Guess he’ll have to bear with a few more GPLs.
Talking of FT, Apurv Gupta had his status message set as “YAAHOOOOOOO!!!”, sometime in mid-December. A certain tall lanky skinny 4-eyed halu guy asked him over gtalk whether he was a fan of Shammi Kapoor too. But the answer was more romantic than that. Apurv had apparently landed an FT, ‘almost’. Last seen, he was frantically searching his Inbox for the mail but the prof hadn’t replied again. Worry not ma boy! ‘Persevere’!!! 
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| Location : Mandal Da ki Mess Time : Lunch Day : Someday“Subhash Daal pass karna.” [no Answer> "Subhash Daal Pass Karna!!" [no Answer] “SUBHASH DAAL PASS KARNA!!!!!” [no Answer] [looooooooong thoughtful silence] |
Trivia …
Trrivia …
Trrrrivia …
Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrivia!
ok m drunk again!
¢ In 1951, when Hall no. 1 was still in construction, the Blocks A, B, C, D were called Block number 0, 1, 2, 3!
¢ During the same time, people used to eat in Mess amidst water on the floor upto half-a-knee-length.
| NAMA-GRAMS (Don’t worry, I hate this game equally as much!)¢ Haha! Dumdums in nut!¢ Humour has task¢ Nab Nepalese Dad¢ Rank a hitch tank¢ Ma ran a murk!¢ A Shark’s hearth¢ Avian! Tum Gay!!¢ Haji entrees.¢ Todd Jam, Chairman¢ Army hut. Rub cut. Ugh! ¢ Hah! Rigs Vodka ¢ Vanish, Kashmir! ¢ Air Pump hub at Park! ¢ I punish a nob. |
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Volume No. 3, November ‘06
BHAATEIN YAHA WAHA KI ..
Good Morniiiiiiiiiiiiiiing Patelians!
So how’ve you been people? How’ve you passed the days by, since last we talked, you and me? Have you felt for yourself these turning tides of time? Have you noticed the tempo on every single soc-n-cult captains face? The year has just begun guys and we are shooting up like a free-falling-object-turned-upside-down on the Soc-cult scene in the insti (bad … BAD example i know! and incorrect too, but u get the point).
Patelians, take out your drums and trumpets for we’re gonna need them soon enough!
Ok Now, coming back to me and my narcissist musings with myself, I’ve been busy these few days. I’ve been consulting some handwriting experts so they would teach me how to read ‘inverted’, as in ‘mirrored’ english! Oh I need that very much, in case you’re wondering why. People have recently caught on to this very expressive outlet of there studappa, … ON ME!!! Oh yeah like hell ON ME!! It’s so … so damn ITCHY, that ink you use! And I took like a lifetime to decode from here, what all those scribbles meant! And my heart ache when I read it! *boohoo* *sob* ! Yes I’m just a fluttery papery glued-to-the-wall black-font mag, par aakhir main bhi insaan hu!
I may be waking the dead but know what, a VGSOM bandi has our rangoli in her orkut album! With the caption “Eyes that speak! Rangoli@Patel Hall”. For the studs now to find out and write her name on me ! And for this once I won’t mind the itchy ink.
Talking of bandis, is this some kind of love-season in Patel or what! I see **odu walking alone for hours on the catwalk with that smile and gleaming eyes and a phone tight on his ears (only one of them at a time)! And the ‘english elo stud’ too has been using his gtalk and orkut to the best possible efficiency and for the sweetest possible purpose
And what’s with this name ’sowmya’!! Are there no other names left on earth for girls! Every other patelian seems to have a bandi called sowmya! I just keep praying to god that all these sowmyas turn out to be the same girl! BWAHAHAHA!!
Switching over to the inter-halls, the season is hot like a hot-potato (again a very … and I mean VERY bad analogy! and incorrect still!).
May God bless the second years caught between interhall quiz and dumbC and athletics and what not! Tempo is just SOO what we are full of!
And now we come to the ‘victorious announcements’ part (it’s become such a regular feature you know!). The Open IIT DumbC Bronze was a heart full of tempo for all involved. Go get’em in the interhalls, team! And as if to overflow the jar of happiness, our English Elo Bronze became a SILVER!!! Yup babes! Nehru ko nikal diya bhai! Let us all thank dear bhatu from deep down our hearts! No mean feat you know, not registering for a semester altogether! That Too The Third One At A Stretch!! God bless the poor soul. Not to forget whom to thank for uncovering this terminal fact from deep down the Acad Section … our very own diary wale Asst. Happa (second yrs, please enlighten ur seniors abt this ‘gupt’ term) and his wingie at 204 (whoever cares whoever that is!).
Ending the trumpet-beat about here, bestest of the wishes to athletics, dumbC and quiz teams, bring me some good-to-shout-about news for the next issue. Alalala Vista, baby!
| NAMA-GRAMS (= 1000 Kilo-Grams)Continuing the Ëœtradition’, here’s the Part-II of the grossly hated and utterly unpopular jumbled names’ quiz. Go freak yourself out:Note : The first one’s from outside the hall! And I have been made to write the second one on gun-point.¢ a harsh peak (mandal da, u can figure this out .. ;)¢ a irk murk wit¢ pukka pear-shaped¢ parka and a jog ¦¢ is very pro-hug!¢ Jade, naked lip¢ Seethe in jar¢ I harm bollards! ¢ I guitar at Jam ¢ Inhalant “ Ëœlit ash’ ¢ Am a ¦ shy, rakish ¢ I, a JAM Don ¢ Bereaved haji ¢ I, a junked hammerer |
Volume No. 2 , October ‘06
BHAAT UNRESTRICTED
“Devdas, tum aa gaye!”
“haan paro, main aa hi gaya”
“khushi se mera rom-rom khil utha hai devdas”
“itna bhi khush na hona paro, DP khatm hote hi vapas jana hoga”
Happy. They are all happy! And me! What about me! No one cares about me!! No one cares asking me how I spent the 10 damn days without an eyeball towards me! God I hate being a wall mag!!
Anyways, cooling down my anger before I catch fire, I could barely hide my teeth when I heard two second years passing by and singing aloud “ye ILLu ILLU kya hai! ye ILLU ILLU!”. I laughed so hard that some of the glue came off, but never mind, I don’t love this wall so much either.
“ILLU is one hell of an experience for the second years. They don’t know how much they’ll all benefit from it in the end.”
Ok I confess I didnt just say that! I was paid for it. Gosh I’m so honest!
Hey those of you who just came from home, I’ll let you in on a story. You know a day or two back when there was this water shortage and no water for a day and all that shit (like I care!), I saw this chubby little guy walking down the catwalk with a mug, a bucket and a friend. He stopped near the mess tap, turned it on, filled the mug with it and poured the water in the bucket.
while(bucket != full) repeat procedure;
And then guess what he did with that bucket full of hardwork! He bathed from it! Just poured it all down the drain! Now thats tempo! Wanna guess the guy? Have a hint, he’s not a mango, he’s not a maggu, he’s the sum of the two, literally.
For the probable ignoramus, Rajesh was back in the hall for DP, refreshing his yaadein purani. My CGM version saw him playing cricket too! Wish I had a digicam by my side
Fast forwarding to the present, ILLU yesterday saw stalwarts like Singh, Mallik and Pritesh coming down from the skies three floors high, and making a record of sorts in Panelling. SIX wires wound in one night (looking at the one that was tied in the last three days) !! Singh is something worth hearing when he’s shouting “KHEECH KHEECH KHEECH KHEECH KHEECH KHEECH ….”. Godly monotony!
And when all the hardwork gets absorbed into that stretched wire, shouts Mallik “KAAT KAAT KAAT KAAT KAAT …”!!!! I mean COME ON!!
The nights are only getting longer by the day (hey that’s an oxymoron!). ILLU, the festival of lights, is also responsible for some darkness under the sleep-hungry eyes of second years (another one! m good!).
Well as for some huha news on other front, we managed this time to open our Soc Cult khaata already!!! Patel English Elo mein Bronze mara bhai!! And an individual gold Sandy ka! Leaving with the high note, The Blue Litmus signs off!
(jate jate ek ander ki baat bolta hu, wo Rishabh hai na ¦ abe mere paas aaya tha. Aa ke bolta hai CHAL BE LITTU ILLU KA KAAM KARNA HAIÂ!!!!!!!!)
The Whisper
The sound of John Keating.
It seems like a whisper
that was in the back of my head.
A whisper that was always there.
A whisper that i killed
with my mundane thoughts of conformity.
A whisper that could have changed
the way i look at others,
A whisper that would have changed
the way i look at myself.
A whisper … that could change my life.
So I Listen,
So I Think,
So I Act.
Before the whisper dies down..
Before …. there is no sound left at all.
- T.Anish
The four foundations
LifE:
to see the world in a grain of sand….
and hold eternity in the palm of your hand…
LovE:
when a smile makes you forget everything,
when a touch is all that you need to transport you to heaven,
when words seem to much of a burden,
when each day brings a new promise,
when time seems to stand still………
and you are not yourself……..
ThaT is LoVe….
here are a few more harebrained lines to add to that..
FRieNdship:
A friend is somenone who can see the pain in oyur eyes….
while everyone else is still looking at the smile on your face……
and nw heres something i cooked up in the maths class today..
FEAR:
Fear.
As black as a velvet night.
A dark chill seeps through my being,
As it envelopes me.
The abyss yawns,wide and empty,
and stretches out its clammy hands.
Unconciousness is near,
My strength fades,
As i fight a losing battle.
My cries are drowned out.
A void fills me,
And i fall into nothingness.
FeaR.
- Mithun Madhusudan
| NAM-A-GRAMSNow here’s a funny little game just to let you know how little you’ve got between your ears. While thinking, please dont bang your heads on me, I’m not the wall.The game’s straight n simple. I give you anagrams of names of your hallmates, and you guess the correct names. Eg: says her” = Shreyas Now scramble these out :¢ a hurt spy¢ am a murk adrian¢ am in a jung¢ a ham nicholas¢ dead butt¢ hipster¢ hash bun ¢ ads in PAN ¢ am earth ¢ a guilt ¢ shy raven ¢ him? tall darkish |
Volume No. 1 , September ‘06
Hello PATELIANS … this is LONDON calling … err .. not really. I am the Blue Litmus .. holding this wall with my glue .. so that you can walk by, safe. Presenting myself for the first time this season¦ and I’ll be right here on this wall if you ever need some company … it gets pretty lonely sticking on a wall, all day long for me too, u know!
Seniors’ most wanted … DHAKA !! “DHAKA HASNA BAND KAR !!” … even that doesn’t deter DHAKA from smiling n smiling n smiling … that tongue biting, pressing of lips n looking down despite the continous efforts of the seniors … had the stomachs of the second years’ aching with suppressed laughter !! And for all you poor second years, bogged down, by the co-joint pressure of ¦ (you know what) “ the greatest way to have a hearty and unconstrained laugh would be ¦ well, have a look at DHAKA’s funda diary. And a word of advice to DHAKA “ please hide your diary from your beloved seniors.
Adding flavour to the taste is DANI .. oops .. DANI Jr (DJ). Well, flavour is simply euphemism “ all those who have witnessed his hips telling the truth, would definitely have different things to say. Being a champ at seducing .. n laughing .. he complements DHAKA in every unthinkable way .. BADE MIYAN TO BADE MIYAN, CHHOTE MIYAN SUBHAN ALLAH !!
Waise¦all you people who are currently reading this and imagining me to be a nitwit¦I must say you’ve got plenty of free time. Nonetheless, I’ve got more to say apart from discussing the antics of specific individuals “ but it’s true that I like to keep things informal and INFERNAL¦(that was just a little joke “ I happen to tell it all the time. Ain’t me funny?)
PATEL KA TEMPO HIGH HAI ¦ (believe me “ it’s more than a grammatically incorrect statement) “ all those who haven’t heard much of it or haven’t spoken (aahhmmm¦) much of it, don’t have to wait much longer “ the battleground is slowly getting heated up - Water Polo, Aquatics and, contrary to the traditionÂ, the Soc. Cult. Events “ all are slowly gaining momentum. (Big Yaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwnnnn¦) Oh Yes!! Just forgot¦ We again won GOLD in the 6.6 race this year¦it’s like we’ve become addicted to it¦(Yaaaaaawwwwnn¦)
Bas! Bahut ho gaya! Main to frust ho gaya with my chit-o-chat¦and all those who haven’t yet been driven into the realm of boredom “ I would definitely not want to try your limits.
Wishing you all second yrites a good SOP (that’s a contradiction probably but neways) and for the rest of the hall “ I hope you learn the art of moderation (even that’s a contradiction, I guess). Ab jaldi bhago yahan se!
Asta La Vista ¦ Baby!
Oh yeah, for those with a literary “inclination”, we present to you
the Literary Section. On the next page, that is
LITERARY SECTION (¦Spreading literacy far and wide¦ :-P)
Yesterday…..
As misty as a winter morn.
Images in black and white
Come streaming back.
The unseen hand moulds and crafts,
As trials and tribulations leave their mark.
Yesterday has come and gone,
Experience is it’s only reward.
Time Flows.
Dusk descends.
A new day begins.
By Mithun Madhusudan
Life this monsoon …
Life is a fragile thing. I say this for I see this around me. I see
lives of hundreds changing and due to strange reasons! How different
would it have been had things been a teeny weeny bit different. Its
like the Butterfly Effect.
More than a hundred students have had their fates affected by things
not in their control. More than a hundred students live a life that’s
being called a step or two shorter than their previous batches. Its a
dilemma for all involved.
People can pinpoint, or they can blame everyone in general, and both
the cases are as bad. Blame or no blame, fault or no fault, the
situation is sinking in slowly. Now there just has to be a way, a
magical whoosh that would set things straight once again, make things
as they are every year, make everything smooth and systematic again.
There’s friction, but its wearing off slowly, smoothening out. Life
this spring has been an experience for many, but it’s still fell
short, too short they say. Sure it has not been the same as last year
or the year before, for the second years. But we have learned
neverthless, not learned enough probably, learned still I say.
Lets hope that in the end it all turns out just right for everyone,
and most importantly, for the Hall. Yo Patel!
