What August 15th should mean to us!

About a week ago, I received a peculiar message that got me thinking. In essence, it was an early I-Day greeting...... a tongue-in-cheek reference to how we wish people for Friendship Day, V-Day and a variety of such meaningless, absurd occasions a week before they arrive, but that we never well up with anxiety over missing out on wishing someone on Independence Day. It was maybe a cheeky way of saying that we don't value the occasion enough.

Though I'd agree with the sentiment to some

extent, I think the malaise grows deeper than that. It seems people don't see a purpose or a reason to celebrate the occasion! Besides the usual 'India gained independence and the right of self-rule after centuries of oppression by an imperialist power' that we learn to repeat without blinking our eyes in school, I have not heard many reasons why this day would hold any significance to any of us personally. In the same way that you attach significance to Valentine's Day only when you're in a committed relationship yourself, I-Day is meaningless unless it means something to all of us personally.

Thinking of my motivation for celebrating I-Day(and I can't believe I've never really felt the need to think this through the 19 previous times that I've celebrated it), I come to a fairly straightforward conclusion : To me the significance of the occasion is that the 15th of August 1947 marked the mid-point of a movement. This movement saw people across this nation, irrespective of class, creed and gender gathering together because of one realisation : They realised that this nation was in trouble, that too many problems existed in this densely populated region that could not be ignored any more, and that the only way their problems and grievances could be addressed was to take the responsibility of governing this nation into their own hands and seek solutions themselves! They realised that besides showing a general disrespect towards the people, the British lacked one thing that was needed to bring modernity to this nation steeped in tradition and culture: sensitivity. In recent times, that one quality in itself would have averted some of the most despicable crimes that have been committed against the people of this country.

After independence, the first leaders of this nation ambitiously laid plans to tackle each of our burgeoning headaches in an effort to prove that the sacrifices that had been made in the process of gaining India's freedom were not in vain. In those times, Independence Day meant something to everyone. It was a time to reflect on the progress that had been made in the past 1 year, how life had improved for the masses, and to mark out the next brick to be laid along that long road to be followed to make this nation the envy of the world. Along the way, human nature took its toll. The visions of our forefathers for a prosperous, egalitarian society were crushed so the whims of a few could be imposed on the nation. The rich got richer, the poor got poorer, and the corrupt got fat! And in the process, we lost hope. Laws were amended and new ones made that went against the visions of the Constitution, the very foundation of our democracy. Older laws, rather than being strengthened, were amended to add more loopholes to allow further corruption. Politicians stepped away from their duty towards social reform, allowing fanatics to impose their morals upon the masses in their religious bastions. Rather than rooting out the evils in our social system, we had sarpanches, imams, pujaris and pastors picking and choosing the bits and pieces of our 'culture' they wanted to retain/discard. We retain our infernal caste system in the name of tradition, but the culture of 'athithi devo bhava' now applies only to Aamir Khan's commercials.

Our goal as a nation now to be to celebrate Independence Day the way it was originally meant to : not just nonsensical chest-thumping and muscle-flexing as the Americans do it! To treat the day as a celebration of our achievements over the past year, and recognition that the road ahead is still long, while planning what development/progress we must aim to celebrate on the next Independence Day. As individuals, we can take this opportunity to demand action on the challenges we face, and to seek answers if the promises of the previous year have not been delivered upon. Progress should not mean higher GDPs, but higher standards of living across the board,with a special emphasis on workers and farmers who are the engine of our economy. As a nation, we must stop buying into the notion of 'India Shining' that our politicians seek to feed us. Such beliefs only bring in a sense of complacency among us, the people, and help policy makers kick back and take breaks on the job without being held accountable for it. The India we know should be the India we hear of everyday : the one where farmer suicides, lack of foodgrain storage, improper water management, a broken PDS, internal conflicts still dominate headlines! Let's demand constructive action on those fronts first, and then find time to celebrate our progress as a nation on those counts on August 15th the next year. As long as these issues hang like nooses around our collective necks, how can we celebrate? If we do not show the sensitivity to pay heed to the headaches of our own people, who can? Would that then, not be a betrayal of whatever progress we've made in the years since independence? We cannot distance ourselves from the misery of the masses and embrace the good fortune of a few, for it would breed discontent. We rise or fall together, so unless each of us finds a sentimental attachment to the 15th of August, its significance will continue to wane in the public conscience, which will prove to be the harbinger of the destruction of our most prized character as a nation : our unity in diversity.

The Master and the Pretender

Yes, this is turning into a football blog, but if so, so be it! The past 2 weeks have been incredible to watch football-wise, and while boring everyone with depressing details of my academic achievements during the study holidays is an option, I think I'm making the right decision here.

On Tuesday night, Barcelona completed the job they should've done at the Emirates. They only played about 60% as good as they had in the 1st leg, and went behind to an astonishing early goal courtesy Nicklas Bendtner : but a little genius who leads the European scoring charts raised his hand up to be counted. If there was ever any debate over who is the world's best player : the bullish and bang-in-form Rooney, arrogant prince 'CR9', or the magician who enthralls the Nou Camp week-in, week-out, then that debate has been settled once and for all! Messi demolished Arsenal in a first half delay that had the commentators gasping for breath and scanning their thesaurus for plaudits that had not already been showered upon him. The first goal was a bullet, powerful, precise, squeezed between 2 defenders' legs in a split second into the top corner before Almunia could move. The second goal was the result of a trademark Barca breakaway, and credit goes to the youngster Pedro for a delightful pass that put Messi through barely 2 metres from goal. The third was a touch of class, a delightful chip passing inches over a desperately advancing Almunia. The fourth goal in the second half merely the cherry on top! Barcelona outpassed Arsenal, and proved why the level at which they perform, Arsene Wenger can only hope his young team will do in 7 years' time. It showed how Barca were not only more adept at passing and retaining the ball than Arsenal, but were also more clinical in front of goal, and more composed in their reaction to going down! To their credit, Arsenal didn't let their shoulders drop and kept soldiering on, but having less of the ball, and less penetration due to the absence of Fabregas, Song, Van Persie and with Rosicky putting in a shoddy performance, Arsenal had little hope of rescuing anything from the match! At the weekend, Real Madrid host Barcelona at the Santiago Bernebeu, with last season's outcome being a 6-2 demolition by the visitors. Madrid may be top of the league, but any layman could tell you they don't play nearly as well as this Barcelona team do, even on their off days!

Wednesday night saw United being dumped out of the Champions' League by a remarkably patient, cunning Bayern Munich side. Though they won 3-2, Robben's wonder strike which produced the 2nd goal levelled the tie on aggregate and sent Bayern through on away goals. It was a first half that United dominated : putting to bed fears that they'd be suffering a hangover from their miserable 1st leg loss at the Allianz Arena and the despair of dropping 3 points at home to Chelsea! United produced a sparkling display, and Nani in particular, was brilliant, producing two magical pieces of skill that we would expect from the likes of CR9 and Messi. 3-0 up and cruising, young Rafael retaliated to a challenge by the all-at-sea left back Badstuber, needlessly earning a yellow card! Olic sneaked in a goal just before half time, proving to be a thorn in United's side once again, thanks to poor defensive work by Carrick. Rafael proved his naivety at this level by pulling back Ribery when he was already on a yellow card. The 2nd yellow was inevitable, and United found themselves a man down, and needing to keep Bayern out to progress. A well worked corner shattered those dreams. Ribery picked out Robben straight from the corner, who volleyed, almost Zidane-like (2002 Champions' League Final) with power and precision straight into the bottom corner. No goalkeeper in the world would've stopped that Howitzer!

Ferguson blamed the 'typical German' mentality of the Bayern players pressuring the referee to send Rafael off. But across all these quarterfinal ties, what anyone would've noticed is that even purists such as Barcelona aren't averse to rolling around on the floor and feigning injury to win free kicks and convince the referee to brandish cards. Chelsea were undone similarly by Inter, Barcelona outclassed as well as out-foxed Arsenal, while United shot themselves in the foot to be honest! United were the poorer team in Germany, failing to keep possession against a Bayern team with only Ribery for inspiration, and despite dominating the first half at Old Trafford, let Bayern back in it in the 2nd half! Someone should explain to Sir Alex that losing 3 out of 4 halves in a 2-leg tie, doesn't make you the better team over the two legs ! The very fact that he'd blame luck and the opposition rather than analysing his team's own frailties should be worrying! As for Bayern, their 'star' Ribery, to me, is THE most overrated player in European football! Comparing himself to Zidane, having a price tag of 50 million pounds labelled against his name : what exactly has he achieved to deserve that? Of what I've seen of him he's self-centred, lazy to hustle the opposition to regain the ball, reluctant to track back, often attempts too much when he does get the ball( reminiscent of the Cristiano Ronaldo of old) and generally has no effect on the team when the team itself plays poorly. When United went down to 10 men, he suddenly appeared from the shadows and began to play, just as Bayern began to keep the ball better! Until then you wouldn't have known that he was the hottest talent produced by France after Zidane! Ultimately, it's big occasions where the big players step up...I have not seen Ribery do that, and for that matter, Zlatan Ibrahimovic, barring his 2 goals vs Arsenal, comes on that list as well! The World Cup might give him the platform to do just that however, with an uninspiring French side led by a national hate figure of a manager, but until then, his greatness will remain in his mind, and he will always be the pretender to the throne upon which Messi is seated today!

I cannot see Bayern winning the Champions' League Trophy. They're patient, and they wait for their opportunities, but against Barcelona or Inter they won't get many. United have lost themselves an assured 3rd consecutive final appearance!

Top DROGS Again!

The doubters came, and the doubters were proved wrong! After the meek surrender to Inter Milan in the UCL Round of 16 and the barrage of criticism following the complacent draw at Blackburn, the Chelsea squad proved how tough they are!

After comments flew in left and right that this team lacks energy, lacks creativity, has no spark, lacks the pace and the hunger to to handle a title run in, they bounce back with 3 wins on the trot. 5-0 vs. portsmouth, 7-1 vs aston villa (the tightest defence in the league according to stats until then) and finally a well deserved 2-1 victory against reigning champions Manchester United at Old Trafford!

The 1st half seemed like almost a play-by-play of United's defeat to Bayern. Chelsea kept the ball and just didn't let United near it. They frustrated them by stringing together 20-30 passes in each move and movi ng from side to side. Malouda continued his incredible form and Joe Cole seemed to be newly confident after a few good recent performances, and the 2 combined to give
Chelsea a deserved lead after a delightful flick by Cole left Van der Sar beaten all ends up. Two penalty appeals arrived, both of which should've been given and on the basis of which Gary Neville should've had a yellow card, and since he picked up a yellow card around the 60th minute as well, United should've been a man down.

Irrespective, United came out of the tunnel fighting. They made the game much more interesting in the 2nd half, threatening from the wings in particular as Valencia broke into space countless time but was under sustained pressure and produced few truly magical crosses! United kept pushing forward, but more than skill or flair, they played more with a steely determination, fighting to scrape through with a draw. When Drogba came on, his 2nd touch of the ball yielded a goal! Although Drogba was clearly offside, the linesman for some reason didn't raise his flag. The finish from Drogba though, was exceptional! Shocking yes, but as United scored only minutes later with a scrappy goal that came off Federico Macheda's chest and then his arm, the referreing errors seemed to even themselves out. Inspite of the great lift that United must have felt following that goal, they still failed to set up camp in the Chelsea half, and Chelsea maintained their composure and weathered the storm to pick up a much deserved win!

5 games to go....2 points ahead....4 goals ahead on goal difference....and the Blues March On!

Football at its Best!

The Arsenal-Barcelona showdown in Champions' League quarterfinals proved as mouthwatering as predicted. Prior to the game, I felt Arsenal would sneak a 2-1 win given that it was at the Emirates and Barcelona weren't the kind of team to sit back and defend simply because it was an away leg.

As it turned out, the first half was an exhibition of why Barcelona are the most feared team in the world. The first 25 minutes saw the ball trapped in the Arsenal half of the field, with wave after wave of Barcelona attack baring down on poor Manuel Almunia. To his credit, he stood his ground as Barcelona tortured the Arsenal defence, creating chance after chance for Ibrahimovic and Xavi to give Barca the lead. He pulled off some magnificent blocks to deny Barca what should've been a 3 goal lead on the basis of the play. Arsenal started to get the ball back a bit near the end of the half, but created absolutely nothing, giving possession away at the Emirates, a place where visitors usually suffer the fate they seemed destined for that night. Barcelona, undeservedly, went into the break level at 0-0.

The beginning of the second half saw Arsenal's luck finally run out, as Ibrahimovic poached two stunning goals to give Barca a deserved lead. At that stage, it seemed game, set and match in this quarterfinal tie, as Arsenal would need nothing less than a miracle at the Nou Camp to march on. Until the half hour mark, it seemed Barca would only extend their lead. But with the introduction of Walcott, Arsenal came alive. Walcott's simmering pace finally gave the Barcelona defence something to fear. A glorious heading chance was spurned by Bendtner as Valdes parried, but Walcott himself prevailed eventually, whisking past dani alves on the wing and making a beeline for Valdes' goal, before stabbing the ball home as the keeper came out to stop him. It was the first direct piece of football Arsenal had pulled off the entire night, with their passing game blown away by Barcelona's selfish ball possession. Arsenal fought back, and even though Barca still created chances and controlled most of the possession, an 80th minute penalty scored by captain courageous Cesc Fabregas tied the match at 2-2.

Given that Barca are level on aggregate, the 2 away goals may prove a decisive advantage, but Arsenal will take heart from their fightback and may dream of eliminating the World Champions if luck goes their way at the Nou Camp. Next Tuesday, all I know is that another spectacle awaits!

Game ON !

To be very honest, I'm loving this season of the Champions' League. Yes, Chelsea are out and that still hurts, but that now allows me to view the remainder of the competition as first and foremost a football fan. This year's edition has been the most exciting in several years! It seems that finally, the romance is back, and that the giants of Italian and German football are performing to their potential rather than meekly surrendering to the English and Spanish! The quarterfinals this time around feature only 1 Spanish side, Barcelona ( though arguably the best in the world ) and 2 English sides, Arsenal and Manchester United, along with 2 French, 1 Italian, 1 German and 1 Russian outfit. Granted Michel Platini's vision for European football aims to promote teams from other regions , the likes of Scotland, Portugal, Austria, Turkey reaching the quarterfinals, but this is at the very least a great first step!

I am loving the unpredictability of this tournament! Liverpool have been rank amateur all season and unlike in previous seasons where they struggled for 4th in the league but still prevailed in Europe, this year their European pedigree matched their Premiership pedigree! To be dumped out at the group stages is a scenario Benitez wouldn't have rehearsed for too often. Real Madrid succumbed in the last 16 to Lyon, scoring only once over 2 legs, inspite of the array of world-class attacking talent at their disposal, to go 2-1 down on aggregate. Madrid still need to gel as a team, and watching them play, you would agree that unlike in other teams, the stars in that side take away each others' space, rather than creating space for each other! Lyon were regular contenders at the last 16 a couple of years ago, but seemed to go downhill, losing ground not only in Europe but also domestically. With Bordeaux also in the quarters, the signs for French football are promising! Inter Milan dumped out Chelsea, though this tie might have turned out differently if Chelsea had taken their chances in the first leg or been lucky with a couple of penalty decisions in either leg. Either ways, one can't deny that Inter's performance at Stamford Bridge was superlative. They rugby tackled Drogba to oblivion, body-blocked every single shot on goal, broke the flow of the game, and in Sneijder, they had an in-form passing machine. Sneijder did not get possession often given how fractured play had become, but he seemed to find Milito and E'too at will as they ran and got behind the Chelsea back four. If Milito had timed his runs better and not been caught offside nearly 4-5 times, this match would've been over by the 60th minute. Before the tie, not many would've voted Inter as favourites to go through, but they did!

Last night, the surprises continued. Manchester United put in arguably their worst performance of the season against Bayern Munich at the Allianz Arena. Their play lacked pace, their passing was horrible, and they couldn't keep the ball for more than 5 seconds. An early free kick and a slip by Demichelis gave them a fortunate lead, but Bayern pressed all night, and Van der Sar was kept busy throughout while Hans Jorg-Butt probably fell asleep at the other end. That said, Bayern's attack was hardly effective, and even though they passed the ball well, their final balls always seemed to go awry. That changed with a bit of luck from Ribery's free kick deflecting off Rooney into the back of the net. Rooney himself was a lonely figure, isolated up front with his midfield thoroughly outclassed all night! And 2 minutes into injury time, eerily reminiscent of the night at the Nou Camp in the 1999 Champions League final, Bayern righted a wrong and this time BROKE United hearts as Olic robbed Evra and shot past Van der Sar to make it 2-1. Truth be told, Van der Sar was probably the only United player on the pitch who played upto even half his usual ability. Shocking for a side in rich vein of form, having won their last 7. Bayern got little more than they deserved, but the 2nd leg at Old Trafford will still be a challenge. At the very least, Bayern have an equal chance now though, since United have no option but to look to score and settle the match early. But this Bayern side was without Arjen Robben and Bastian Schweinsteiger, and both Ribery and Mario Gomes were carrying injuries. The return leg will feature a much stronger side that will be a whole lot more effective and innovative in attack! United have only themselves to blame for backing themselves into a hole, though most, including me, still believe they will get out of it! For now though, it's Game ON!

Updates

After another unplanned break, I'm back blogging, God knows for how long and how often, because to be honest, I'm tired of making promises that I can't keep!

Life's gone on well. 4th semester university exams are on the horizon and I'm spending the study holidays fruitfully by sleeping, eating, blogging (well, at least now I am), watching TV and in a couple of days, meeting up with old friends! The B.Tech syllabus might seem pointless to some but I thank it sincerely for providing me with at least one valuable trait : time management! Though in the conventional sense this might seem like a contradiction, given the earlier sentence, I've managed to understand exactly how much time (as a rough estimate) I require to efficiently cram my brain with knowledge I need for the short term, but which may not serve any long term benefit. I've always known that I have a threshold of suffering that I can endure when it comes to subjects that don't matter or subjects that I hate (usually the two go hand in hand), so all I had to do was know how long it takes me to fool my mind that I like those very subjects.....the answer comes to me as about a week at most! So that's why the plan to delay my 'study leave' till a week or so before the exam : Not much of a plan maybe, but it hasn't failed yet! As they say, when it isn't broken, why fix it?

Went to Ragam, NIT Calicut's Arts Festival a couple of days ago! It wasn't nearly as good as the last year's edition, and the paltry attendance was a testament to that fact! Most people had already left by the end of the 2nd day. I was meant to reach early on the morning of the 2nd day, but unfortunately my train got delayed by nearly 8 hours, stretching the usual 11 hour journey from Tvpm to Kozhikode to an unbearable 19 hours. By the time I reached, the 2nd days' events were already over, and so was my dream of taking part in roughly 8-9 events! I met up with some batchmates of mine : Rejul, Bilal, Preetish, Rohith and gang and joined them for the Naresh Iyer concert! Personally, I like his voice as a playback singer. His soft, almost childish tone suits a studio recorded song, but as a performer, I have to say he was disappointing. He was horribly off-pitch for most songs, he sang a lot of songs which were HORRIBLE for his voice : can't imagine WHY he took on DALER MEHNDI! His band was mediocre, his backup singer awful, and unfortunately that has to rate as the worst concert I've been to! I remember Benny Dayal being vocally average last year but he chose songs that suited his voice, and nothing he sang made me cringe! Can't say the same for poor Naresh though!

Took part in 2 quizzes the following day since those were the only events whose prelims hadn't already finished : as a consolation for the train delay, God handed me a 3rd in one of them, making up for the dismal 2nd day! Higher on Maiden, the tribute band to Iron Maiden that performed the last night, were in one word - AWESOME! They were simply outstanding : the drummer, the two leads, the bassist, and the vocals, all standouts but I guess the drummer and the vocalist stood out to me the most! The vocalist had a good, strong voice, awesome range and could scream well too.....and the drummer must've lost 5 kilos at the tempo at which he was playing! They missed out some really good songs, but besides their song selection, you couldn't fault anything else! They were so good that the screaming audience made them do an encore of 'Fear of the Dark' at the end! Perfect way to end Ragam and have some reason to return maybe the next year or in my final year!

Mountain out of a Molehill

The economic recession is blowing away from Indian shores the fastest, yet the Great Indian Thamasha draws more eyeballs than the strength of our financial system. Day after day, the stories get weirder and the disillusionment of the public with the political class and the media grows deeper!

Amitabh Bachchan attends the opening ceremony of an addtional line along the BWSL and the reverberations are apparently so huge that it receives front page coverage for the next four days. A man becomes the ambassador of a state and somehow is then perceived to be an ambassador for the ruling administration. Are these people serious? Do Congress workers have their faces jammed so far up the first family's a$$es that they need to manufacture an issue out of nothing to display their 'loyalty'? Manoj Tiwary, Congress spokesman, appears on every god-darned political debate claiming Bachchan made x number of demands to the BJP regarding his wife's political future, land for a film studio etc etc, and in this way was trying to arm-twist the Modi government to make his role as Ambassador a mutually beneficial one! If that is indeed the case, then why should the public give a rat's ass about it unless land is being sold illegally to Mr. Bachchan? And how does that amount to supporting Mr. Modi's role in the 2002 communal pogrom?

Attacking a national icon such as Mr. Bachchan on such flimsy ground is ludicrous. Whether he approves or disapproves of Mr. Modi, he shall never be idiotic enough to make a statement for or against him, when he knows that either public faith or his (alleged) wishlist with Modi will be held hostage to his statement. When his actions have so far not warranted any statement on his stand on the Modi government, why the sudden uproar? Are you going to ask every celebrity in this country now to declare his/her personal stand on every political issue when nothing they've done can be deemed by a rational human being as 'political'?

Being an ambassador to a state means promoting its culture, its heritage, its people : NOT its politicians! So unless the state government comes out with an ad promo featuring Bachchan alongside BJP stalwarts, praising the real and imaginary achievements of the government, how is this a 'political move'? Mr. Tiwary argues that it is Modi who appointed Bachchan as ambassador to the state, so there is political affiliation! But who shall appoint him the ambassador other than the Chief Minister of the state, genius? Do these people really take the common man to be a numbskull?

Yes, Modi is a criminal, and if the SIT is sincerely intent on investigating him, more power to them. Reports though, indicate otherwise, but I digress. That Narendra Modi is the worthiest candidate for the death penalty in this candidate is a fact agreeable to all other than the most ardent BJP supporters and Hindutva fanatics. So why is the Congress so thoughtlessly shooting itself in the foot by aiming for those around him? If anything, the Gujarat Chief Minister is a master at this game: painting himself as the 'development guru', the 'perennial victim', 'one of the people', and a soft target for the Government. He is none of the above, but the more the Congress tries to verbally assault him without thinking it through, the more believable these claims become. The BJP on the other hand, is probably grinning with glee because an incompetent Congress keeps handing issue after issue for the BJP to exploit and remain politically relevant even though their support base is shrinking and their leadership is inept. So now the BJP can also claim that appointing Bachchan as ambassador is yet a visionary decision by the great Narendra Modi, monument of Gujarati pride! It is a testament to a vibrant Gujarat, and a testament to the competence of the 'good ol' BJP' who have honored the people's trust in them!

It all sounds like the script of a badly written Priyadarshan comedy, but it irritates me that this tripe qualifies as news in this country! It happened a month ago with the Shiv Sena-Shahrukh Khan row in which the only real loser was the general public which was duped into going out in large numbers to watch an average film under the pretext of 'supporting freedom of expression'! Is it just me, or do all these episodes reek of that not-so-new fragrance 'eau de cheap publicity stunt'??

Farmers in Vidarbha are still dying, Operation Greenhunt is using criminal force against tribal people to crush the Maoist revolt, Delhiites are paying the bill for the CWG, terrorists are readying to cross the border, food prices are rising.....but this child-like banter between the two national parties over a promotional event is grabbing headlines. To all these people I say.....GROW UP YOU, MORONS!!!!

SOCIOPRENEUR : Be the Change You Want to See!

India is a country of great diversity, but as much as we may admire its varied heritage and culture, so too must we recognize the great complexity of the problems it faces. We live in a world riddled with contradictions : the wealth and prosperity of a few accompanies the destitution of many others. With poverty, unemployment, illiteracy and other social ails still staining our nation's report sheet of the past 60 years of independence, the time is ripe for society as a whole to heal its own wounds rather than merely implore local governments to tend to our every need.

Each of us has their conscience pricked by the articles in our daily newspaper! News of declining sex ratios, reports of farmers forced to take their own lives owing to the debts they are ultimately ensnared in, tales of young children brimming with immeasurable potential which remains forever untapped thanks to a state machinery incapable of supporting them : the outpouring of sympathy is all but natural! We dream of leaders and stalwarts who share our own sense of outrage and dismay at the issues we see plague our nation, but with the power and gumption to make a difference! Though our own moral base and skill set projected on another seem sufficient to help pioneer the social revolution we seek, why do so few of us listen to our own hearts to help realize the visions we often wax lyrical about? Why do we shrug them off as our dreams, rather than our responsibilities? Why are organisations such as Make a Difference and Help Age India the exception rather than the norm?

At Sociopreneur 2010, we challenge you to rise to the occasion for your fellow man as your conscience must have pleaded you to so often before. At IMA Hall on the 20th of January, 2010, will be conducted a social entrepreneurship competition unlike any other event held before in Kerala! Participants from across Kerala, and indeed, across the whole of South India shall present their blueprints for the India they envision, and the work to be done to attain it! IMA Hall shall be the breeding ground where participants nurture their plans for a sustainable social venture targetting a core problem whose solution,they feel, can be at hand! On the line will not only be the tag of being the ultimate "SOCIOPRENEUR", but also a cash prize of Rs. 10,000.

Participation is open to all Indian citizens, and participants may register in groups of upto 5 persons. Participants are expected to prepare a summary of their proposed social venture (not exceeding 600 words) and mail it to sociopreneur@technopreneur.in on or before the 10th of January, 2010 . Innovation as well as the social impact that the venture creates shall earn most points, while the financial sustainability of the project proposed will also be a factor in the final evaluation! An eminent panel of judges shall then shortlist the many entries received to obtain a list of 6 finalists, who will then participate in the final round at IMA Hall, Kochi, on the 20th of February. Each team will be allotted a sum total of 20 minutes to present their idea before the judges in the quest to earn the tag of the very first 'SOCIOPRENEUR(S)' !

For further details, readers are encouraged to visit the Sociopreneur home website. Participants can also contact the in-charges for the event :

Samir Madhavan - +919995116815 Joel Mathew - +919048546746

A Reason To Dream

It’s really astounding how movies have the power to mould your opinion, the power to give you hope, to make you experience love, joy, pain and suffering all in such equal measures within the space of an hour and a half. Most movies serve to stay in our minds only as long as their novelty doesn’t wear off. Yet there are a select few which stay in your mind and beg a revisit ever so often.

I watched “A Walk to Remember” again, probably for the third time, though I might have seen it about 4-5 times in small parts I guess. Romantic movies or romantic comedies don’t always fit into the top of my movie ratings, but when they’re done right, they usually tend to leave an impression. I’m guessing by this introduction that my opinion of this film has become quite apparent.

You might argue that the kind of bond that the 2 characters share in the movie is almost too good to be true. That the transformation of a rowdy arrogant and popular teen to a considerate, generous, thoughtful young man within not more than a few days is far-fetched if not entirely impossible. To some extent I could agree that perhaps the extent of their bond is slightly exaggerated, given that the movie world does not always mirror what we see in real life. It’s ridiculous to consider that ANY relationship could be as divine as portrayed in the movies. There are always ebbs and flows.

However, there are some things I do agree with. The fact that love forces you to change for the good, and that little else seems to matter much anymore. That sickness, even terminal, doesn’t change the way you feel or behave, but rather puts things in perspective, and only increases your desire to keep her happy for the rest of her life. And moving away from what the movie showed : the tendency to drift off into a daydream about her, all along experiencing an unearthly warmth in your heart that could possibly be the single greatest feeling known to man. The urge to pray for her with unwavering sincerity in their times of trouble, more than you do even for yourself in the darkest of times, and the conviction to let no harm fall upon her. How a single phone call/meeting seems to override everything else on your schedule for the day. Most importantly, the feeling that bringing a smile to that ONE person’s face would make your day, and at the end of your time, you’d know that at least one person‘s life in this world would‘ve been incomplete without you in it. My ideas on love are a strange combination of what I’ve seen, what I’ve felt, and what I believe. Whether what I’ve described is a crush, an infatuation or true love is a matter of conjecture, because I still can’t ascribe a word to it.

To me, personally, the concept of love itself is immortal. The pursuit of love and happiness go hand in hand, and it comes as naturally to us as the air we breathe. Growing up in this world is hard, and every year I find my own responsibilities and concerns bearing down harder upon my shoulders as the protective barrier of childhood slowly but surely evaporates with my foray into adulthood. The challenges, frustrations, trials and tribulations multiply, and I can only wonder how balanced my life will be once I’m a gainfully employed (God willing) tax paying citizen of this country. In the midst of all the chaos ahead, it’s comforting to believe that there is perhaps one person in that world outside whose companionship alone would make my mountains of worries seem like mole-hills. I believe because it makes me happy to think so. It makes my worries seem irrelevant. It bathes my entire outlook of life in rays of sunshine and hope. I believe life gives us more than one opportunity to find this person (whether deserved or not) who becomes a well of inner satisfaction for us, but it’s we who fail to often fail to recognize them in time. I pray everyday that I lift myself in the eyes of God by a fraction of an inch, hoping one day to have done enough to deserve the greatest gift that He can grant .

The World Through My Eyes

3 days away from the university exams, and a small window of opportunity presents itself. It’s raining outside, and the smell of the greenery surrounding the hostel embellished by the gentle kiss of rain drops is far too enticing to ignore. Hardly the most conducive environment for cramming equations into your head. The heart yearns to merely lay still, watching the heavens open up outside while soft music plays in the background. It’s one of those moments that bring to your mind how amazingly peaceful and satisfying it is to just pause your life for a minute to let your worries float away with the gentle breeze, your thoughts wandering to the world around you.

It’s hard to believe this very world that delights us in its natural beauty is at threat every single day. From potential nuclear conflicts in the near future in the war theatres of the Middle East, the Indian Subcontinent, and the Korean peninsula, to a world climate change summit at Copenhagen which may well decide the expiry period of our race on this earth. Progress seems to have brought with it equally frustrating worries to heap misery on our everyday lives! All of this, mind you, as ‘learned prophets’ look for signs of the coming apocalypse, deriving incredible meaning from the most ordinary incidents. Whether it be the Mayan calendar or the Christian Calendar, we all seem to believe that the future is beyond our control and hence, our responsibilities deemed void.

We as a race seem to have become so accustomed to news of conflict, strife, and so addicted to the thought of being eternally vulnerable to evils lurking outside our doors that we go to the lengths of believing in such absurd media-hyped tripe as “love jehad”. It seems that a monster must always lurk in the corner, even if it is of our own creation! It’s truly incredible how much we’re capable of : from feats of genius to moments of astounding stupidity, from years of preaching tolerance and ahimsa to decades of arrogance, an allergy to compromise and a penchant for war, from closing our minds to the possibility of knowing more than what our religion alone certifies suitable for us to shunning all belief in the Almighty altogether. There seems no limit, neither upper nor lower, to what the human race is capable of. But increasingly, it is the depth to which we can sink that has caused us so many nightmares as a society. The weight of being the most intelligent beings on the planet (and perhaps even the universe) seems to have taken its toll upon this race.

Sound pessimistic? The truth often does, because it is that ugly. But unlike those who merely shrug their shoulders and count the days until judgement is brought upon them, I choose to retain hope. I don’t see DOOMSDAY painted on every wall. I don’t see wars and massacres as inevitable. I believe that our issues can be resolved. I believe that Indo-Pak tension can ease, that the Middle East crisis can lead to an amicable resolution, that the rise of other superpowers including China and India can bring balance rather than further disorder to a world where the U.S. is seen as both the caring parent and the unruly dictator. I sustain this belief because I feel that we as a race are as capable of good as we are of evil. Every Hitler is followed by a Martin Luther King Jr., every Babar by an Akbar. Almost every conflict we observe today stems from decades if not centuries of hurt and suffering. Even amidst the crusades there were periods when peace reigned over Jerusalem when both Christians and Muslims were granted rights to worship in the Holy Land. Decades of dictatorship and open massacres ended in the 90s with the 1 moment of reason and sanity on the part of Mikhail Gorbachev that ended the erratic Soviet rule and gave freedom to the people chalk out their own borders. With human history itself bearing witness to our ability to see reason when pushed to the crossroads, why should it be considered foolhardy to nurture hope?

Return to Blogging Ways and Exam Fever

This post officially marks my umpteenth return to the good ol' days where i documented each memorable day of mine in overstated and exaggerated language. I've said this many times before I guess, but I truly miss my blog at times when I stay apart from it. My blogging frequency still depends a lot on my state of mind, and perhaps that's why it'll never grow to prominence quite the way I'd hoped. Regardless, I guess it makes my blog no less significant in my mind.

Quick Update : As S3 university exams near, the tension is growing. I feel surprisingly relaxed, though I fear that may be due to a slight case of overconfidence. To be completely honest, exams don't seem to bring about the same emotions in me as before. Yes, to some extent, stress is inevitable, but it no longer seems to have the same gravity. I'm not too worried about this development, because I feel I'm finally living by my own philosophy that exams are neither the be-all nor end-all of life. Though this country may promote them as so, they never should be. Exams in India, as is too commonly known to be repeated or justified in detail, test only one's bookish knowledge. One's performance in them depends on one's memory and one's luck as much or if not more than one's understanding of the subject. Yes, these grades are a criterion for judgement, yet, I'd rather obtain average mark with at least a minimal understanding of what I learn than merely work beyond my limits to acquire a grade that reflects nothing of what I've understood!

My mother often says that as I've grown up, I've developed a tendency to accept mediocrity. That I'm too easily satisfied, or too easily discouraged to perform better. My view is slightly different though. I feel that as I've grown, I've learnt to appreciate my effort more than the eventual result it achieves. We may believe in the primacy of effort and desire or will above the end result ; we may pretend that participation is more important than winning, but very few of us believe it in our own hearts. Please note that this doesn't mean one should appear for an exam with little or no preparation just for the sake of writing it. Instead, what I practice is to do my best to prepare for any exam, as well as I believe I can, and leave the end result to God. If I'm satisfied with the work I've put in before any exam, why should the end result make a difference? It sounds very much like a loser's attitude, or a crutch to fall back on, and perhaps I would've agreed with you a few years ago, but now I CAN'T see it any other way! Perhaps I may stutter here or there, but in all probability, if personal satisfaction is the goal I achieve prior to every exam, then the marks would logically follow in queue. I know it seems arrogant that I reject my mother's assessment and design my own philosophy to justify not re-adjusting my habits/lifestyle, but it's not something I believe for convenience as much as a basis for my own life. I see every opportunity ahead of me,academic or extra-curricular, with enthusiasm, regardless of whether or not it fits into my scheme of things or my mental image of myself. If the effort remains unwavering, results can never be far away.

That being said, I must admit I have been far more lazy in my approach to these exams than I can afford. Buckling down and working my socks is I guess the only option ahead of me. My exams shall carry on from the 18th of November to the 1st of December, so I suppose a small delay is expected till my next update. This domain just feels like home again!

Until the exam tide weakens and passes on..........I bid adieu!

A Commitment to Myself

I come to this domain once again with a heavy heart and a flurry of thoughts crossing my mind with every passing second. I realize now that more often than not, confusion, anxiety or grief prove the driving force for me to unleash myself upon this website, in the vain hope that merely writing about my problems and hurts shall make them go away. In all honesty. though the burden does lighten, no issue can so easily be resolved. If that were indeed the case, life would never be quite as challenging.

I write once again of a personal problem. Not usually the kind I discuss publicly, since it is immensely personal, but I feel I must, else this cloud of depression shall never lift from above me. The true purpose of this post shall hopefully be clear by the end of it.

The past often tends to trick us. Boyhood memories and long-standing friendships often help us to paint far rosier pictures of our future than that which destiny has drawn out for us. The world is not as simple as it appears, and perhaps that is why I feel disillusioned to a certain extent with the one I face today.

A vital connection from the past has begun to fade away. The strongest bonds of friendship and more are formed probably when we ourselves are too young and naive to give in to our all-too-human nature of lies, manipulation and deceipt. There is no conception of profit or loss, no priority to the end over the means. This is exactly why seeing this particular relationship fade away so suddenly and abruptly has shaken me. During my final year in school, it had counted among the handful of connections that I felt could and would probably last a lifetime. It is to these people who I accord a special status in my life : they are the ones I credit for having given me my dearest memories, or for having helped make me a better person. These are not people you meet every other day. Knowing just one is a gift, and any more a blessing! Losing them, no matter how quick or slow, is the worst curse one can endure! Transitioning from a naive teen to a responsible adult can often bring out the worst in men. But it's these link that help them maintain their innocence while growing into the roles they are expected to fill!

To this day, I have not regretted a single friendship I've made. I've looked back and wished that I'd been closer to some, but never wished to part from any. I feel I have this naive tendency to observe the best in someone much more easily than the bad, which is why some of the decisions and judgements I've made about others may perhaps have been unbalanced. Yet, I've been fortunate not to have had to question any of these judgements until now. The manner in which this particular connection withered away bears ominously in my mind. It ravages my self-esteem, devalues the worth of my friendship to others in my mind, and creates doubts about my own beliefs and attitude to life that I no longer wish to entertain. I've made every single attempt possible to revive it. Everything I thought I could and should've done, I did. Though I'd felt that we'd already borne the brunt of our troubles in a brief period during my school years and yet sailed through unscathed, perhaps that was my misconception! Perhaps our connection was never strong enough to make it through......Having worked so hard to revive it the first time, and having met with what I thought was success, could I perhaps have ignored the tell-tale signs that indicated quite the opposite? I know I've made mistakes in the past, but could this also be one of them? These thoughts are excruciatingly complex and far too uncomforting to ponder over. It makes me wonder if any other of my dearest friendships were based on lies I could not discern.......leading to a feeling of unwantedness and rejection that leaves me hollow!

Here lies the true reason behind this post. It is not meant to be very specific or a tabloid-like expose in nature. The person in question may never read this post, and I won't be advertising about it! After several attempts, I have, at last, given up hope! The door to this relationship has been locked and sealed away for now(perhaps though, not permanently), its memories still vivid in my head, but no longer as rosy as they once had been! This post is a commitment to myself : that whenever I feel the urge to break down those walls I've built for myself in this one case, I look back and realise the hurt I'd once felt! Even though doing so would defy every principle I've lived by, it is what I must do to move on. A commitment to myself is far harder to live up to than one made to others, for it requires great discipline and belief in one's own decisions! I cannot afford to reach out and build new bridges where the terrain will perhaps never be favourable to it. I refuse to spend my waking moments in such thoughts which question my very self-esteem, and draw tears when there should be none! I cannot let it alter my life or change the beliefs by which I've led it.....which it may if given the chance to permeate further into my mind! I will always see the good in people before the bad, yearn to be in everyone's good books, look for someone to whom I can bare my soul! I have always yearned to stay consistent to who I am even as the years go by : but even though I shall never regret any of the decisions I've made, my heart is too weary to continue to foster unrealistic ambitions about oft-strained connections. While some bonds shall remain true, others shall cruelly fade into dust. To expect any more of life would be insanity!

Jack of All Trades, Master of One?

After several months of hibernation, the blogger in me has awoken again. A lazy Sunday morning is perhaps the best time I can get to let my thoughts wander the breadth of the universe with reckless abandon. It's been a year of several ups and downs for me personally. A time to reflect on the decisions I've made so far, and the choices I still face before me. To some extent, I suspect this is as much a part of embracing adulthood as the act of celebrating your 19th birthday, signifying that your teen years are now behind you.

On reflection, a lot of the decisions I've made so far seem to have been thought out, and yet, predictable. My life seems to have been shaped by a frightening sense of "destiny". Personally, I have always ridiculed that very concept, for I don't believe that anyone's future is set in stone. Only cowards too weak to realize the power and responsibilities they possess would hide behind such pretexts for comfort. Every once in a while I tend to drift off into this chain of thought that begs the question, " Why am I here? Is this really where I wanted to be and what I wanted to do? Does my true future lie elsewhere?". Often I can answer none of these irritatingly vague questions, but that still doesn't mean they disappear!

Perhaps the source of this frustration tends from the fact that my 1st year of college, at least in professional terms, has been a complete waste of precious time. Precious little value has been added to my yet-to-be-sripted resume inspite of the several months of long, taxing classes.

Could I perhaps have made a mistake in joining the Science stream in the first place? Would Humanities and a subsequent degree in mass communication and PG in journalism have been the way to go? Primarily, besides my dual interest in Science and literature, the lure of CHOICE drew me to Science. My options would be far greater post a B. Tech degree, than say a B.A. I could go for an M.Tech/MS if my field truly evoked the best of my intellect, and also choose to defect to PG in Journo, or in the worst-case scenario, to an MBA. This diversity helped make my decision a lot easier. Once into the Science stream, choosing my preferred B.Tech degree was never going to be a hard task, simply because I possessed neither the aptitude, nor the interest, to pursue anything besides Comp Sci. Yet, the mind keeps whirring and whirring like an endless freight train. My all-too-wise-from-personal-experience brother had warned me about the inadequacy of syllabus, but the sheer irrelevance of what I studied in comparison to what I hoped to study in the 1st year caught me off guard I suppose!

Though the reasons for my decisions may be well-founded even in my own eyes, the irony that I've steered clear of roads less travelled seems to drive into me like a sharp needle! I always imagined myself to be independent-thinking and stubbornly unmovable about my vision for my own future. But could it be that for like so many before me, this very spirit of individuality has been diluted by the realities of life, and a crisis of self-confidence? Have I chosen the safer path out of fear or out of conviction?

To an outsider, it may perhaps seem obvious that I've "sold out" to life, but I remain unconvinced. Perhaps after my 2nd year of college draws to a close, I shall understand precisely why I chose the path that I did. Everyone wishes to stand out of a crowd, to be different, to excel and to pioneer, but perhaps my future may not truly lie there. Perhaps my future lies exactly where I'd seen it when I'd set out to finally make my own decisions. Not as the Air Force pilot, TV news anchor, or Astronomer that I'd aspired to become a decade ago, but more along the line I've followed thus far! For a person with varied interests, a career need not be the summation of all his interests : the rest may remain as hobbies evoking equal passion. As the title of this post indicates, perhaps that is where my "destiny" truly lies! I still cannot guarantee what this future may seem like 3-4 years down the line, but that's for God to know, and a mystery for me to unravel with patience, sincerity and above all, an unwavering sense of self-belief.

A Grand Spectacle

Technopreneur 2009 was a momentous occasion, and one of the first true instances where my chest swelled with pride at being an MECian. From its conception, to its planning, to its final execution, the event was a mammoth success. The day was an eventful one. A very lively and active presentation on technology, in particular wireless technology, and its future role in expanding our horizons was delivered by Mr. Anand Parthasarthy. Being the first speaker of the day, his engaging talk was a promising start to what would prove to be a day filled with eye-opening exchanges. Mr. Parthasarthy was then replaced on the dias by Mr. Manoj Das, editor of the Indian Express, Kochi edition, who spoke on the Freedom of the Media, and its role in shaping democracy in the twenty-first century. Given the topic, the chance to hear Mr. Das' views on the subject was priceless, but what was even more engaging was the question-answer round that followed. With the subject being of such mass appeal, the audience came alive, asking questions which arose from a sound understanding of current issues. Certain questions were so perfectly framed, that even Mr. Das had trouble answering them. One such question, notably, was asked by an ex-MECian, regarding the leanings of most printhouses today towards any one particular political party or ideology inspite of their claims of providing fair and unbiased reports of daily occurings around the world! The exchange proved to be healthy and extremely thought-provoking, and the smiles of the organizing team showed that visions of an unbelievably succesful event had begun to possess their minds barely a few hours into it.

Following these active discussions, Mr. Kalol Borah, an entrepreneur himself, spoke about Entrepreneurship in India, its Scope and the keys to becoming a successful entrepreneur. Unlike most of the audience, I had attended a similar seminar(albeit an exasperating 4-HOUR LONG ONE) at Excel 09, held by Tej Arora of Smartcrowds fame. As most of the content between these two seminars seemed identical to me, my interest level waned, and the general enthusiasm of the crowd too, seemed to dip. Although several of my fellow classmates and all appreciated his talk and stated that he appeared very knowledgeable and wise during the 30-odd minutes that he spoke, I could hardly notice as my mind was not there. Following Mr. Borah, the star of the event and the most anticipated speaker of the day, Mr. Sarath Babu, took the dias. The audience welcomed him with thunderous applause, and a unanimous standing ovation, the first of its kind of the day, signifying that they too, recognized the calibre of the man who was about to speak before them. Recalling his journey from selling home-made idlis on the streets of Chennai to IIM-A and to establishing Foodking, and his recent foray into politics, he captured the audience's imagination. His English was rusty, indicative of the background from which he'd struggled to the top, but it only endeared him more to the audience. His awe-inspiring determination and will to succeed, along with his good natured smile won him more than 1200 fans within 10 minutes of his 40-min lecture. He spoke of the challenges he faced during his school life, his risky dance with death as a teen, his embarassment at his poverty when he entered the halls of IIM-A, and a variety of other life experiences which spoke volumes about the depth of his character. The audience interaction round, more than just a simple question and answer round, turned into an expression of collective admiration, as several students and teachers alike raised their hands not only to clarify doubts, but to express gratitude to Mr.Babu for gracing the occasion and achieving in 40 mins the impact that the organisers had hoped to gain at the end of the entire day!

The buffet lunch that followed was well worth the wait. There were ample servings of chicken, mutton, beef, fish, veg curries, fried rice and rotis to go around. For many of those who had come from other colleges to this event, the discount buffet had been the major attraction. Even if the speakers had failed to deliver, a good lunch would have still sent most home with no regrets. Thankfully, the cooks of the Gokulam Park Hotel didn't disappoint. It was a sumptuous feast and I ate till my stomach threatened to burst at it seams, and then gobbled down 2-3 helpings of vanilla ice-cream for good measure before returning to the seminar hall. The post-lunch session featured a debate on Youth Politics. Though Mr. Ritabrata Banerjee, a prominent SFI leader failed to arrive, there were other capable speakers to fill his place. The debate was informative, and overall nicely done, but the rebuttal session in which the crowd got into the act turned into a straight out dog-fight between Ms. Deepti Mary Varghese, a reputed Youth Congress leader, and SFI supporters and politically aware youth among the audience. The battle was intense, and at times I felt great pity for Ms. Deepti, for the absence of Mr. Banerjee had left her the lone representative of a political party on the dias, with students' contempt of the political class clearly evident. It was also amusing to an extent, but there were a few good intellectual questions asked among the unnecessary heckling from ideologically motivated members of the audience.

The evening was closed out by a brief summary of the Chandrayaan Mission by Dr. K. Radhakrishnan, Director of the VSSC. Under most circumstances, this lecture would have been among the greatest crowd-pullers, and would certainly have received top billing in my book. Disappointingly though, Dr. Radhakrishnan proved to be not quite as eloquent as his counterparts, and the lecture became a rather tedious, prolonged affair that failed to grab the attention of any section of the audience. The lecture was too detailed, and the presentation too dry to merit any interest or audience response. Of course, the fact that most of us had over-eaten and were now sitting in plus padded chairs in an air conditioned hall did nothing to help stifle the yawns. While some declared their boredom openly by leaning back and dozing off, others like me tried to distract ourselves with a bit of conversation or a text message : anything, essentially, to avoid nodding off which would perhaps be insultin to the speaker.

With the final lecture of the day having been given, Technopreneur 2009 drew to a close. After a vote of thanks acknowledging the efforts of everyone involved in the planning and execution of the event, the audience dispersed, some rushing to railway stations and buses to make their way home before nightfall, and others like us, back home, to reflect on what was a true spectacle, and to speculate about the headaches we shall encounter when Technopreneur 2010 comes around!

The Toil Behind The Glamour

Technopreneur 2009, held at Gokulam Park Hotel on Jan 31st, turned out to be one of the most prestigious events ever to be conducted by our college! The build-up to the event was nerve-wrecking. The anticipation was greatly heightened by the line-up of speakers that had been announced, and the number of cities to which our seniors had travelled to publicise the event. Days prior to the event, I myself had travelled back to Trivandrum on a jam-packed day, faced with the hectic task of visiting three colleges, GEC Barton Hill, CET, and LBS and meeting with their student representatives to confirm the final list of students seeking passes to the event, and the requisite amounts of money! In a single day, we travelled about 450-500 kilometres : by train, by bus and on foot. A packet of biscuits, a paltry lunch, and a bottle of Aquafina were all the nourishment we could achieve that day. It was demanding, and physically exhausting, yet the satisfaction of having collected an approximate of Rs. 20000(the correct figure escapes my memory) in a single day for our cause was limitless!

The day before the event, we were forced to cut class on Friday to deal with last-minute crises that had hit the preparations for the event. Though our seniors had ensured almost all aspects were taken care of well ahead of time, handouts remained a troubling issue. The nightmare scenario which we desperately wished to avoid was to present these great speakers to an audience which had very little clue of their stature and had no means to find out! On Thursday night, about 8-10 of us worked from about 9-30 in the night uptil about 2-30 in the morning in the MH with hardly a break in between, sorting out the several stacks of handouts that had arrived from the printing press, but remained unsorted. The next morning, with a stronger work-force, we headed to the printing presses with the boxes of sorted handouts to make further additions to each of those handouts and finally proceed with binding. Though about 1200 had so far booked their tickets to the event, another 200 were expected to register on the spot, which is why the target set before us was a staggering 1400 handouts to be assembled and spiral bound in the space of a single day. Chaos soon broke out due to confusion in the order of pages and shortage of certain pages. Our own efforts lagged as a result, and by mid-day, the task seemed fruitless. But we dug in, and worked tirelessly, breaking only for a brief lunch. We toiled from around 9 am till closing time at the printers' at 6 pm. In the end, thanks to our refusal to quit, we managed to succesfully 1342 handout booklets.

The efforts that we ourselves had to put in truly pale in comparison to the incredible amount of time, money and energy that our seniors had put in to organize the entire event. Our energies were drained while managing only a minor fraction of the overall event, but our seniors excelled at managing every aspect of an event that was, in terms of scale, to use a less eloquent terminology, "Technopreneur 2008 ka BAAP". Transport, food, accomodation, hall, guest reception, college-to-college canvassing, collection, flyers and posters, websites, blogs, advertisments.....you name it, and they've dealt with it! The pinnacle of efficiency that any student body can desire when undertaking the organisation of such a gargantuan event with little ground support from the college. They are the true icons I look up to, for they are proof of what you can absorb and gain from these 4 years besides the simple B.Tech degree.

Technopreneur 2009 Teaser

Ripples '09

January 8,9 and 10th : These days were among the first few in my college during which I felt a vibe of uncontrolled, pulsating energy flowing through the halls. Our college arts festival, named "Ripples", kicked off on the 8th of January. Amid all the furore over the results and the controversies and allegations over the wisdom and impartiality of the judges, I started to understand why so many had recommended this college to me!

With the college being divided into Houses, similar to the old model at school, open participation was replaced by house-wise selection, following which alone one could take part in any of the smorgasboard of events. I, myself, was slated to participate in 3 events, on behalf of my house, the Pirates. The first, Gaanamela, was a unique event in terms of its magnitude. In the simplest of terms, Gaanamela saw each House receive 20 minutes to showcase their members' musical talents in as few or many songs as they can manage to pull off within the specified time. Our band chose to perform 4 songs, "Nenjukkul Peididhum", "Ennavale", "Sajna Di Vari Vari", and "Duur", the last of which, I was chosen to sing. Given the late stage at which I joined the band, my song choice was made with the time constraint in mind. I had a niggling fear that Duur would see the end of my aim of singing at future versions of Ripples, as, simply put, I thought the song didn't suit my voice! Given my lack of practice time due to relentless practice for the other events, my faith in my vocal abilities never found solid ground. Eventually, on the day itself, as I hit my first note slightly wrong and adjusted quickly throughout the rest of the song, I felt disheartened. My lack of practice had clearly shown, and even though I was on-pitch throughout the song, problems with the instrument mikes distracted my mind in between the performance, and ultimately left me with a bitter taste in my mouth for not having come even close to my own expectations. Admittedly, the response to my vocals ranged from "OK" to "Superb", suggesting maybe I hadn't done as bad a job as I felt, but my disappointment hasn't yet waned, for I still feel that given a bit more practise, and a little better luck with the instrument mikes, I could've sung with a lot more vigour and confidence than I actually did. Unfortunately for our band, the mixing problems which felped ruin my own song went on to decimate our chances by ruining every other song of ours as well, in particular, our instrumental masterpiece, "Sajna di Vari Vari", feat 6 instruments, which had sounded brilliant during practice. A disappointing 4th place was all that could be achieved.

The second event, on the same day as Gaanamela, was Nostalgia : A group dance performed in a dated fashion in the backdrop of a pre-90's dance track. While all other Houses chose old Hindi songs for their theme, we chose an old Tamil song to shake a leg to. Practice was hectic, and the amount of money poured in to help us out was mind-boggling. 5-6 days of practise was all I had, but that proved sufficient in the end. My confidence, though at rock bottom initially as I'd never even AUDITIONED for a group dance on stage before, began to grow slowly, and by the final 2 days of practice, was higher than I could've ever hoped. Our performance on stage was lauded, and it seemed the fruits of our several hours of practice were beginning to pay off, as the crowd deemed us favourites. I, myself, managed to recollect and perform my steps seamlessly(to my great shock), and inspite of a small slip due to the loose carpetting, my overall performance was satisfactory to me thanks to a quick recovery. Unfortunately for us, the judges found our costumes unattractive, even though one couldn't imagine anything other than a "baniyan" and "mundu" for the song we'd chosen, and our dance, to them, seem too "folk". As a result of these absurd complaints, we were relegated to 3rd place.

The final event, Western Dance, was the showpiece of the final day. Having been pulled into the group only 3 nights before the event, it proved a tall order for me. Combined with Nostalgia, we'd practised relentlessly almost every night, sometimes uptil 2 am. The practices were held at times at the MH, and at times at a 2nd yr, Lakshmi chechi's house, quite far away from our own MH. The practices were exhausting and physically demanding, to the extent that some skin on the toe of my left foot peeled off in the process, forcing me to bandage it till the final performance. Having worked hard to memorize my Western steps in just 2 nights and adjust my timing to perform in sync with the group, tragedy nearly struck as I sprained my back while practising just a few hours before the event. Gulping down a painkiller tablet, I managed to rejoin practise after a rest and subdue the pain enough to be confident of my chances on stage. Being body-painted in scary colours from the waist up, was a new experience for me, and one I doubt I'll forget for a long time to come. On stage, excitement and fear reached out to me in the same breath, but I held my nerve, and did my bit almost to perfection(or at least, as best as I possibly could have), until a small, perhaps not easily noticeable error in the handling of a prop at the end killed my joy and sapped me of my confidence. Tense moments followed, but the announcement that we'd be sharing 1st place was gratefully welcomed.

Over the week or so in which I'd been made to shed a lot of sweat and tears in preparation for these 3 days, I faced exhaustion,anxiety and fatigue as perhaps never before. But truly, in that one week, I enjoyed college life more than ever in the previous 4 months. It was refreshing, and a welcome change from the trappings of the classroom. Seeing the commitment of the many seniors who formed the core of the house was also endearing indeed! Finally, a House felt like something I WANTED to belong to, rather than an unnecessary label. Inspite of the many controversies that surrounded this year's event with respect to the judging and organisation, the urge to broaden my horizons and try my hand at a far greater number of events the next year has already set in. It's an anticipation that keeps growing in my heart, and should reach fever-pitch this time next year. Videos and pictures of the event should appear on this blog in a short while, but for now, my hands are tied! Let's hope Ripples '10 goes much much further in terms of competition, skill and entertainment!

BOLO PIRATES KI JAI!!!

Rewinding to the Holocaust

The subject of this post, I assume, is made very clear by the title. Recent events in the Middle East have brought back vivid memories of a time when a race of people endured the worst form of torture and persecution in mankind's history. The only difference between the events of 70 years ago and the previous 2 weeks, are that the victims have turned the aggressors.

The vile and despicable military action undertaken by the Israeli regime over the past 2 weeks serves as a reminder to people across the world, especially us in India, that harbouring feelings of vengeance can yield unimaginable havoc! Any kid on the street could tell you that a war in which the deaths of only a handful of Israelis is countered by the massacre of a thousand Palestinians is little short of genocide! The term "overly-aggressive" hardly suffices. With the highest population density of any region in the world, Israel knew that collateral damage and civilian casualties could never be contained if a ground offensive were launched in Gaza. The military leadership was either too stupid or too indifferent to care! The latter theory makes greater sense to me. What confounds me even more is the extent to which the United States can back Israel, even as it commits such atrocities! The U.N. Security Council makes the right noises, but its words fall on deaf ears, and yet, Israel is not evicted from the U.N. or punished for grossly disrespecting its orders! Other countries around the world, with the exception of a few, remain mute spectators. Palestine is left alone, and the Gazans have no hand to reach out to for aid! They live in abject poverty, their livelihood and economy crippled by the economic blockades imposed by Israel and the rest of the world. Without basic healthcare, sanitation and reeling under near-famine due to an acute scarcity of food, their suffering is unlike that of any race currently existing! A lead sky envelopes their present and their future, and yet the world does little but watch!

Post the 26-11 attacks, statements emerged from Israel saying that both India and Israel are bonded in grief, both victims of a remorseless and resilient terror! That assessment could not be further than the truth. India is a nation built on the foundation of non-violence and non-alignment. We have never played the part of the aggressor in any of the wars in our past, and have never sought to annex our neighbours, even though some of them now export terrorists by the dozen across our borders. The same though, cannot be said of Israel.

As my frustration at this collective failure of human conscience grows, a friend's summary of the events of the past 2 weeks gives me a fresh new perspective : "You believe in a God who is always non-violent and peace-loving and who is "goody-good", but some wars, and some conflicts, are justified even by God. Though he doesn't promote violence between his creations, God does consider some causes to be worth the bloodshed. This hatred and conflict between the Palestinians (or Phillistines) and the Israelites dates back more than 2000 years, as is said in the Bible. The treatment meted out to the Palestinians today by Israel is no different from that which was borne by the Israelites when their land was first conquered! This is no atrocity, it is only a case of Hamas using the pick of its arsenal : the Kathyusha Rocket, and Israel its F-16s, to carry on a war that may never end! The ratio of casualties is irrelevant, only the act of war counts." This friend is by no means a devil. He is, by my interactions with him, a very likeable and good natured person and a fervent follower of his faith, but some of his views, particularly this one, truly shock me! There is no God of War, and if there were, then I'd rather turn atheist than bow down to his feet and sing his praises. No God justifies the killing of innocents at the behest of self-righteous political regimes weilding the staff of religion to rally support!

This chat, however informal it may have been, caused alarm bells to sound loud and clear in my head. This is not a religious dispute, and nor should be made out to be so! It is the cry of a people removed from their own land after the Jews sought an independent state, to seek refuge after the holocaust : It is a cry of desperation for a small state of Palestine, to be recognized by one and all and given its due place in world forums! Hamas is a terrorist organisation, and even though my sympathies for Israel have all but dissolved by now, Hamas shall never have my sympathies either. An organisation whose sole purpose of being is the destruction of Israel should be denied both the importance and the dignity that they seek. The world has no place for such narrow-minded people to be given the chance to air their views in public forums! Yet, the more the people of Palestine are pushed to the brink of complete genocide, the deeper the roots of fundamentalism will grow in the minds of the people, and so too will the support for Hamas multiply!

It's time for the world to realize the urgency required in dealing with the Middle East Peace Process. Half-hearted declarations of temporary ceasefires will not do. Citizens across the world may protest these massacres, but our governments remain inept and incapable of taking action!
The suffering of the people of Gaza cannot be allowed to continue, for they will only aid in the spread of extremism in the Muslim world and destroy all efforts to maintain peace and order around the world!

Au Revoir

The STCS '08 batch re-union proved to be a mixed bag in terms of the final impact it had upon my daily routine and the boredom that seems to have gripped my very existence! About 35-40 of us who had been in town at the time chose to attend the get-together at Park Rajdhani, Ulloor for a not-so-quiet buffet lunch at Rs. 149 per head. From familiar faces to those whose faces took a while to register, the crowd was an ensemble of students of different intellects, popularity and interests. The lunch itself was fairly good. At the given price, it was certainly a grade better than the food at Sindhoor Park, the venue of a majority of our previous re-unions. My stomach, unfortunately, today could not seem to bear the same wear-and-tear in one sitting that it had managed to so often in the past. In between the chowing down, friendly chat and banter continued as usual. The occasional joke, the frequent comparisons of the lives of hostelers at colleges in different parts of the country, the "ragging" debates, kept the atmosphere vibrant.

In between and post-lunch, photo sessions raged on, with a camera in almost every hand. Though a fair few of my shots were spoiled to the unruly people I was attempting to photograph, a small minority turned out pretty well. After pigging out on multiple helpings of ice cream and gulab jamun, we retreated to the park behind the buffet area, resting in the shade, chairs lined up around a round table, making a racket at random intervals for no apparent reason, and taking potshots at each other in good humour.


I don't deny that I had my fair share of fun in the process, but perhaps, as an extension of the sombre mood that darkens my current outlook on life, the satisfaction was missing. Yes, I met some friends whose faces I'd never seen over the past 4-5 months. I'd had more than double the recommended 15 mins of laughter a day. Yet, there was an air of monotony about the experience. The concept, perhaps in my mind, has grown stale. Even though I enjoyed meeting them all once again, it in no way felt the same as school. Perhaps the disappointment of the cancellation of the original re-union plan had not washed away. Our farewell was originally planned as a massive function at Sri Mulam Club, Vazhuthacaud. There would be food, music, a stage, and basically every surplus requirement we would need to add an extra zing to the uninspiring re-unions of the past : a party, almost completely uncontrolled, and whose success depended upon only the guests that arrived! The idea stuck in my head and the countdown had been resounding in my head like a ticking time-bomb ever since I'd first heard it! Yet, inspite of the best-laid plans, the dream failed to culminate into even half the event I had imagined! The bus ride back home, thus ended in a complete failure to gather my thoughts. To be honest, I don't know what to make of how I felt about the day. Perhaps, with the growth of stronger relationships in my new world, a re-acquaintance with old friends may be more cherishable. It is only once you feel yoursef start to lose something that you cherish and value every effort that counters it! Maybe I still don't feel like I'm losing them! Or maybe the urge to move on feels too great to keep looking back, and the frequency of these re-unions only seems to drain away their utility and importance.

An Alumni meeting draws near, scheduled for the 10th of Jan. I don't know how enthusiastic I'll be to return as that day draws nearer, but for now, the thought of returning so soon is far from my mind! I may be the first to arrive, or may fail to show up entirely : my world is as confusing to me now as ever. In all probability, given the chance to meet a far wider spectrum of my batchmates, and to interact with some of the teachers who I still yearn to see again, my return is inevitable. Until that day, as the departure of the Chennai Mail lies 14 hours ahead, it's time to say "Au Revoir" to the town I love!