Thursday, June 25, 2009

Of Farmers and Landowners.

The Zamindari system might have stopped to exist decades ago. The feudalism and with it, all its bloodshedm, too. But the culture seems to remain.

When faced with questions, when the questions reached the threshold - the Farmer didn't know the answers anymore. While given a land in Nagar, he has to see that the Landowner agree with it.

What are we then? Lesser mortals who are not even Farmers? Is that why we get unfertile land on the bottom of the hill? Jack and Jill at least went up the hill - we are not even doing that. We might be, DAMn it, sometimes, but we don't really need a top of the hill sleeping area. We don't.

And then again, this Nagar will see more fruits. Apples mostly. Hopefully. That can't be bad. But the question remains, is when will gravitation make the Apples fall?

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

PR-ARAMBH

And everyone trooped back. Some happy, some sad and some, even drunk. It wasn't like everyone was happy to be back. Yet, deep down inside, everyone relished that freedom, the days without restriction though which is only available if you forget morning classes and the importance of attendance.

But yes, everyone was back. Everyone who was supposed to, and even one who wasn't supposed to. No, some came in late - maybe they want to compete with the gentleman who always strolls into class late. I hear that is to get attention (not attendance, obviously). Whatever.

And so, first day, first show. (Let us leave the weekend, with the unruliness out of this. Way proper that way, yes.)

We had the Boss speaking to us. Then we had, surprise surprise, Shoe, She, Che (not Guevera, no.) and Ne speaking. Lack of faculty? Again? Well, no, not really. It's just that we are busy. Busy with the first event of this semester.

(PR)Aarambh Hai Prachand,Bole Mastako Ke Jhund
Aaj Jung Ki Ghadi Ki Tum Guhar Do.

(The starting of the word starts with PR, I just noticed. Interesting.)

So, we have flexes and flexes being designed. Lots and lots of things getting ready to be printed. Hiring walkie-talkies (to make us look important, apparently). Then we pay to hire our own auditorium! Bottomline - lot's of money are being wasted (well, lot's of people will disagree with this word. Hopefully, some won't).

And, a revealation this morning. "Jeans are not formals."

PS. You are warmly invited to get oriented.

Monday, June 8, 2009

To my love(s)

As the day back to SIMC beckons, I have certain lines to speak, plagiarized from the Beatles.

To Kolkata,
"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you,
Tomorrow I'll miss you;
Remember I'll always be true.
And then while I'm away,
I'll write home ev'ry day,
And I'll send all my loving to you.

I'll pretend That I'm kissing
the lips I am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true.
And then while I'm away,
I'll write home ev'ry day,
And I'll send all my loving to you."

And to Pune,
"It won't be long yeah, yeah, yeah
It won't be long yeah, yeah, yeah
It won't be long yeah
'Til I belong to you.

Ev'ry night when ev'rybody has fun,
Here am I sitting all on my own,

It won't be long yeah, yeah, yeah
It won't be long yeah, yeah, yeah
It won't be long yeah
'Til I belong to you.

Since you left me I'm so alone,
Now you're coming, you're coming on home,
I'll be good like I know I should,
You're coming home, you're coming home.

Ev'ry night the tears come down from my eyes,
Ev'ry day I've done nothing but cry.

It won't be long yeah, yeah, yeah
It won't be long yeah, yeah, yeah
It won't be long yeah
'Til I belong to you."