Its been long.

It's been a while.

It was very bad on my part not blog. The problem with me is that I often find a very thin line between blogging and writing a diary entry. Hence, my personal posts are mixed with a professional front and my posts about the professional front carry rich personal undertones. I do not know if this is right, but whenever I sit down to type out a post it happens. Maybe its just an indication of my personality or maybe its a style of writing which I can prune and control but am not doing so, at least, for now.

Well I've got a lot to tell you guys. My last post was exactly two days short of a year back and things have obviously changed since then. For the better or the worse, only time can tell.

Firstly, I now live in a cliche i.e. Dubai. I live and study in the city of Gold. A place where one observes glitter all around which he cannot touch. Famous restaurants I can't eat in, famous malls I can't shop in, most visited landmarks I can't visit and cars I cannot drive. But there is of course the fact that I'm here to study and you can see how easy it is to get distracted. I shifted here just before New Year 2012. And rang in the momentous occasion with my mom and a good family friend, Keith, to whom I owe a lot given how accommodating he has been over the past 8 months. I began studying my Masters in Strategic Marketing at the University of Wollongong in Dubai in February and finished a semester in May. The first semester was marked with three trips to Salalah during which I made 2 tries to complete the road section of the driving license test and failed both times. After the first semester, I went to India for my regular health check ups and hurried through the 10 odd days I was there for. Big Guilt feeling there because I couldn't meet and greet most of my relatives and friends even in that span of time. I returned from India in the beginning of June after which I began a relatively short second semester which will end this next week. So that's that for the University.

Me, Mom and Keith at his place prior to leaving for our New Years Eve Dinner

Supraket comes home to visit me (or Tuffy?) during my short trip to  Mumbai

Its surprising that in that short time I managed to change my place of stay thrice. I began staying with Keith at Discovery Gardens, then moved in with William at Al Fahidi, who by the way is another gem of a Goan and made me feel very comfortable during my stay at his place. After that, I shifted in at Quisais. Unfortunately, things didn't work out well and I got back to Discovery Gardens to stay with Keith again, but this time at a new place.

A Lazy Boy Chair at Keith's new place at Discovery Gardens

As of July 15th, yours truly has also officially begun working. Spontaneous social media updates may have kept well, most of you informed. I work at Hang On Media, a start up digital media firm (The website currently routes to their first advertising product, but is in for an up haul soon). I'm currently working on some very exciting projects there including an e-commerce facilitation website. I love it here, and the fact that we're a start up is only adding to my experience of other routine office work in play. I work in Al Quoz, almost adjacent to the Oasis shopping centre and travelling there is a bitch because I have to change a bus, metro and a cab, thus increasing the income of the Dubai Roads and Transport Authority in all three forms of transport.

One of Dubai's many swanky metro stations on the Red Line

To be absolutely truthful here, I really feel the pinch of not having a car. Dubai isn't much pedestrian friendly no matter what the PR plugs in the newspapers say and a car is an absolute necessity here. On the other end, trying to get a license here is equivalent to trying to become a Chartered Accountant. People have been known to take numerous tests and still fail. Ironically, If you're European, American or Arab, you can easily transfer from your country's license to a Dubai one. So with my options limited, I go with the flow and put my faith in the public transport system here to get me places.

I think I have spoken a lot for now. I shall conclude with the same old self-promise to blog more often and if you are one of the extremely small if any minority who happen to read my blog and will like to read more, please remind me to post. Hopefully, I'll move on to write about the happier aspects of my life here.

Till then, Bye Bye from Brian in Dubai.  

Why Random Trips Work...

Its been long since i wrote out my heart here. And yes, this first line has been a never-ending cliche but nonetheless a good way to start my posts.

Random Trips make up a heap of the otherwise-never ending routine called College. And though, with all the last minute detailing that gets into them they are left far from random, everybody loves a good trip. The Girls like it when its short and at a time when there are plentiful of excuses to give at home, the bunkers depend on these trips to get their connect up with the class again, and the Boys, well....They just love Trips.

However, originating from a very cheap class who are at the will to spend a grand on a project but just above a dime on something they enjoy has its own drawbacks, In other words, even if you have a rich dad, there's no way you're going to save up money in BMM. We often end up calling ourselves Cheap, but there's a lot going into coining that term.

Coming back to the daunting task of saving up for a trip. Once the accounts have been made and the group realises that each one can spend nothing more than 300 bucks, we already have our destination marked. While in most cases Manori happens to win hands down, a few brave folk have also ventured as far as Daman (when the booze is cheap, why worry where to sleep?).

Now since these trips happen to work out only when the semester's about to end, we're sure to get the necessary crowd (10 upwards always works out better for splitting the room charges) and as they say, 'the more the merrier', specially when the barrel's rolling.

What happens from the time we enter our rooms though is a matter of sworn secrecy. OK, i'll admit it isn't sworn, but its still a secret. Its known by many, but still unspoken. You can take a guess now and there are slim chances of you being anywhere far from bullsey

The best part, however, or atleast according to me is the amount of time these trips allow you to be by yourself. In a spur of  moment, you can get all chatty with people you bitch about, and in the next you can enjoy the fleeting sea breeze all by yourself. After all, its not a holiday if you ain't got it to yourself!

Anyways, as always we have the gorgeous beach to ourselves too, and the water never looks as inviting as it may seem after a hard night if you know what i mean. A nice decent game of footy is what follows, and in due time, people are seen complaining of their respective tans and how horrible they look. That my friends is when we retire for the day and start the slow and steady journey home.

For me the return has always been the hardest, you know, when you're out all of a sudden, just getting that incredible adrenalin-like rush of independence, and doing things your way, the return just makes you feel like shit. It brings to mind the painful journey in a creaky local train back home. It reminds you that you're back to the routine. (When were you out of it anyways? Half a Day?)

While memories often keeps these trips fresh, Nostalgia hits hard. After all, when you'll be so rich as to spend a couple of days at an end instead of one, you won't have the same weird, unshaven pain-in-the-ass friends with you. :D

 

Musical Melodies to make your mood

Well I do not know if most of my classmates have thought of this, but i for one have devised a crafty little option to get me out of depression and bad moods in general. What i do is simply start playing songs. Of course, one may argue now that music in itself does set the mood, but I fine tune this playlist a little more. What i basically do is choose songs that I would associate with my friends and classmates from college.

What I have realised is each song has a certain event or timeframe attached to it. Reverting back to this particular time-frame and living it all once again is what distracts my mind into enjoying the good times that had prevailed.

To quote a few, I always begin with a Desi Girl, besides reminding me of the constant presence of compatriot, Jubin John, this song also helps me revert to festivals and the good times in particular I've had with the fest-o-hoars. Similarly, Love Story, by Taylor Swift helps me teleport to fun times in the Chennai Industrial Visit, when Royston and I had ever so skilfully murdered the song, one of Vanessa Miranda's favorites.  The song, "You're my Mate" which i had chosen as the soundtrack for an FYBMM video also takes me back to fun times in Nagpur. A Certain duo of songs have been limited and reserved for Royce "The Stud" Noronha - those being the ever-so-recognisable "Mera Hi Jalwa" and "Love me, Love me, Love me" from a very much flop hindi movie, namely "Wanted". Going somewhat Retro, "Aaj Kal Tere Mere..." immediately reminds me of director saahab Arnesh Ghose, my first "somewhat Gay" partner, Tushar Mathew and the whole cast and crew of the Blitzkrieg 2010 Musical. When it comes to picturing a Dharam Mishra, no other song can do justice as much as the ill-fated "Ibn-e-Batuta" to which he performed at the Fresh Face Elims. Same going for Avro, wherein the Paa title track always gets those pearlies flashing. Coming to Aditya Ubare, you don't need to think of a particular track...You just pick the two to thre most famous tracks of the moment and picturize him dancing to those. The effect really get you all pepped up!

By the time you guys came to the end of this huge list, you guys surely must be figuring out why the hell did i choose this topic in particular. The fact being yesterday night was a very depressing night for me. It culminated the gloomy and dead moods of the past two weeks and the results were very queasy.

It was then that i chose to look to my music for some satisfaction, and satisfy it did.....

I still bitch about the lot, fight with them, throw tantrums about them and at the end of it, hang out with them. Knowing no matter how much i hate them, I love them for being my classmates and having such a universal presence, that mere symbolisms are enough to remind me of them....So as i come to the end of this kind-of-very-emotional post, I play the title track for ""Polaris 2009" knowing very well that if there is any of the bad mood still left somewhere deep within....It'll vanish momentarily
.

Little into my last year

Ah! It has finally happened. Projects have started hitting us left, right and centre and no matter how much we curse them for being there, we can't avoid the minuscule joy we get by their mere presence. We were just done with one on promoting ourselves as brands, for example. My work was definitely not my best for this one, but at the end of the day im glad i was atleast original in my concepts and output. You guys can have a peek at the campaign here.

In other news, I try each day to get to know my freshers' better. Just thought that would be a good way to get around things for once, instead of the usual, "I-am-an-arrogant-senior-you-are-a-puny-FY" kind of thing. Well, sending all of them facebook friend requests might not be the perfect ice-breaker, but i hope I'll get to know them well atleast in a month or two.

I must say its quite odd adjusting to life as a senior. The tables have quite so neatly been turned, as people tend to come to you for advice and consultation on a vast number of issues. This too shall pass i believe.

On a personal front, Every passing week seems to teach me something new in politics or diplomacy. I am kind of getting to look through a lot of fake bubbles, which don't seem to burst but just grow bigger.

If you may not have known before, i still believe that I have to get smitten by the constantly fleeting love bug atleast this year. I desperately feel that no matter how dumb or flawed puppy love may be, its still good while it happens. And as much as i do not want to sound wannabe, now would probably be a good time.

In the meantime, life goes on. College is seemingly good so far and the rumour mills have gotten rid of news related to me i hope, or atleast that is what i pray.

This is a very random post, i know but my cup was full and i needed to pour the overflow out somewhere. :D

Some Little-Big Festival I spoke about..

More than a week has passed since the most talked about festival, (In my facebook account atleast) having passed. Mixed emotions had previously prevailed and still do. Stuff like, "what now, Brian?", "Your three years are done" kept moving through my mind. More so as I saw my fellow comrades from the '09 version of the very popular fest (Yes, you should realize by now, I am trying to write the post without mentioning the very name of the festival).

The three days this time around carried the same little powerful concoction of love,quarrels, oodles of sweat, energy drinks and a few good showers of rain. As a proud third year, I made sure I was at hand all the time, but only stepped in for a bit of damage control. Reason being, no matter how much i wanted, the 2010 version just wasn't my fest. I mean, i still cared about this mammoth of a media-mash but this year, there were people who cared much much more. Who probably shed more tears and blood getting into it than i may have ever done even in my three years as that huge dodgy security volunteer.

Again, as much as i would want to give a day-by-day synopsis of my first love, I shouldn't do so as it would probably spoil the reason behind this post anyway.

I can only say that as i sat there as one of the many in the crowd of white T-shirts (some with ugly brown patches and some with really sweaty armpits) waiting for the Chairperson (A junior I love and Adore, Tushar)to speak, I could only have preserved this moment for eternity. After all, Last Polaris Man (There I said it!) Its probably atleast another 5 years before I can return to this platform as an eager judge, or a Rich and smiling sponsor. Before that happened, i wanted to get in all i can. I probably gave bear hugs to 60-odd people in that hour. I sank into tears and was laughing wholeheartedly right in the next moment. One moment I loved Sudu for something, the next moment I cursed him for eating into the Chairperson's speech.

But there was nothing, nothing at all that could stop me from being a proud BMM Wilsonian that particular night. Nothing could help me stop grinning, even the fact that I had to catch a bus to Mahabaleshwar in about 6 hours time, nor the fact that my body was aching in weird places i never knew existed.

Thats the magic my friends, THAT is exactly what happens when you give in your all. You just sit down and take it in, ONE last time.

A little into the business...

Well, for those of you who've managed to read my previous post (I sincerely do not know how many), the Wilson College Nature Club (WCNC) and Mocha TreeHuggers' joint campaign has already begun. We have started with the Photo Exhibition, "Through the Lens" already and are currently into its 3rd Day at Mocha's, Churchgate.

The Figures for now seem to be going great, as we're managing to clock in clientèle from the colleges of J.J, Jai Hind, K.C, H.R and beyond. We've sold quite some amount of merchandise with associations going beyond mere changing hands of money. The WCNC volunteers are doing a great job and if you are interested in buying stuff but do not know how to get to Mocha's or are busy on the days of the exhibition, It would be cool for you to give a call to Ryan Thomas (a TY.Ba Student at Wilson college and one of the many active members of the WCNC) at 9920263810. Alternatively, you can get to the Exhibition Team on Facebook too.

Coming to it Again, the guys at WCNC have spent a lot of time and effort into it along with dollops of support from the Guys at Mocha's. We need a lot more to get this exhibition going and here's to hoping you will at some point be a part of it. :D

Event Details for the Exhibition are as follows;
We're showing from the 3rd to the 10th of July at Mocha's Churchgate, following which we'll be present from the 10th to the 18th of July at Mocha Mojo's, in Bandra.


This is Brian as always, signing out hoping to meet you at any of the above venues in the days to come.

Little Somethings that Turn Big!

Its always been a pleasure whenever I may have heard of my college in the news. Even a small page corner mention brings a sense of well-deserved pride up in me.

Im never really the type to go all out for my college, but when asked for, i definitely think i can do a little something for the place which has reinforced me for two years, and continues to do so. Time and Again. As my Folks always tell me "All work and No play makes Jack a Dull Boy", being a Wilsonian, i have found, in the past years a very welcoming playground for my ideas and articles; The Wilson College Nature Club (WCNC)

It is indeed amazing to look at this little organization changing views and educating people all in a trek, an outing or perhaps a trail. Functioning out of a small nook in the archaic campus of the Wilson College Building, the WCNC has achieved quite a lot since its inception, including a countless list of dedicated alumni.

This academic year too the WCNC has a plethora of activities jotted down. However, with a huge appetite for nature, this little affiliate of the World Wildlife Fund in India, seems to have lost out on much of the finance it requires to function.

Of late, however, interesting things are happening as the Wilson College Nature Club has proudly joined hands with Mocha's; India's leading chain of Coffee Shops as a part of "Mocha Tree Huggers", an initiative by the establishment to foster a deeper connect with nature. Mocha's is basically helping out the WCNC by providing a platform so as to showcase photographs clicked by WCNC's very own group of budding photographers.

What its resulted in, is "Through The Lens", an exhibition of selected photographs of wildlife, landscapes and nature available as a book, a framed, blown-up photograph and bookmarks. The proceeds from the sale of the merchandise shall generously contribute to the upkeep of the Wilson College Nature Club.

One must note that even though, "Through the Lens" is a big initiative by the WCNC, us nature-enthusiasts also have other activities a trail through Borivali National Park (Aug 2010), a clean-up drive (Sept 2010), an overnight trek to Rajmachi (Oct 2010), a tree planting session (Nov 2010) and a trip to Karnala Bird Sactuary (Dec 2010) which you guys can be a part of. 


If you guys would like to get a framed piece of spectacular natural landscapes and sights, please do not hesitate to enter Mocha, Churchgate from the 3rd of July to the 10th of July 2010. WCNC volunteers will be freely available on location to help you wherever required.


Its also a humble request from the blogger for everyone reading to atleast have a glimpse, if not purchase some of the photographs, as in any student-organised event, the WCNC members have put significant amount of efforts to make sure its a success.


Here's hoping its worth it! :D

TYBMM: The Start

Considering I've missed one week of college and have no clue about the first two of my most important projects, I'm not someone who should probably dictate how the classes really "are" going, but anyways, since this is my blog and I have the permission to be ever-so-random and cynical, I shall review my first few days of the year marking the end of my life as a collegiate.

The Mood is very much so gloomy. Now the advent of the monsoons and the excellent view of a drenched chowpatty should actually prove otherwise, but i guess there is this intermittent fear within each of us; the usual "Last Year, Last Class" emotions. I assume this is pretty much foolish as there still is a whole year ahead and I secretly wonder if people aren't already fed up of the same classmates, their silly mood swings and their consistent food fads and phobias, but then again, my opinion stands alone.

Polaris should have pretty much been the norms on everyone's minds by now at least, I was guessing. For a moment i even felt that the SY committee's attitude was lackluster and ever-so-laid back. But then again, maybe i want too much, too fast probably like a worried mother constantly keeping that faithful eye on her kid playing outdoors. I have done all i possibly can to increase the enthusiasm and it was then that i realized, that  i should actually be chilling out and let them cause their own problems, find their own solutions while pretty much sitting and taking it all in. My Last Polaris in Wilson. Considering my obsession with the word and the sheer hatred to the same by the few-hundreds in my Facebook friend list, I should probably take in the sights, the sounds, and the overflowing Power Horse like any other college senior.

The exit of the 11 Odd students from the otherwise cheapest BMM class was not something we grieved about, but they will be missed for their individualistic compositions in this boiling-pot of a collective crowd. I actually envy the dozen knowing very well that all of them can and WILL take my case when it comes to writing articles and other written notes. Then again, Im in advertising....I have the best of lecturers and am on the path of what i want to become. That should pretty much satisfy the cowering writer who lies beneath. Hibernate for now, my man. Your time too shall come.

Rani Ma'am's departure from BMM was of course something i wasn't expecting for a long time. But things happen, and i must say the two new professors have a niche of their own and will one day, (i'm sure) grow to understand Sudhakar as the un-questionable.

That is pretty much my summary. I understand it sounded much like a report for a college magazine, but it was pretty much from what my mind could blabber out. Ciao!

The Heats getting to me...

Had all gone well, i would have probably been in Manori right now, lying on the sand or probably frolicking in the water, but plans in BMM have a nasty way of going wrong right about the last minute. So it happens again, indecisiveness comes to the rescue and i am home instead, having cancelled a very good plan of my own making.

Staying at home is also something that I have begun to find extremely boring. Well it always is! Even the wonderful occurrence of me getting to sleep as much as i may ever want sounds very unappealing. Like always, i would love to have a sleep-crisis just about now. but then thats all BMM's fault. Entirely.

After joining this seemingly "creative" course, I have discovered that If everything feels right, Its probably not. Even all this sleep in bountiful numbers seems fake to say the very least. Its like ill wake up one morning to a phone call where Jubin's probably at the other end telling me to rush to college with my project (which btw, will be half-complete as always). Fake. The word in itself has obtained numerous meanings in the past two years. In this little course I study in, and after having experienced different kinds of people, I can rightly say that, "In BMM, Everyone is fake until proven otherwise".

The Heat seems to be getting to me as you can see. Randomity prevails in most of my posts in this season. Its like someone's messed up with my brain. Just cant get my thoughts out on paper in a neat and ruled manner. My thoughts don't even seem to be mine all of a sudden. They just crop up from the corners of my brain

Ok. Back to BMM. Third Year to begin shortly. For now, Sudhakar is in Ladakh, on a trek, dealing with demons on his own. God please keep him sane. I want to get through my interview without having to give those gigantic book reviews. Must say my interview last year was a breeze. Hope similar weather conditions prevail this time around.

I constantly feel the need of a two-wheeler. Feel like asking my parents for one. But then again, for one, I think its too early, and secondly, I know they'll be too reluctant anyways. Seems my Kundali (Hindi for Horoscope) has indicated major problems between me and a two-wheeler.

Okay, BMM again. I was just browsing through a few of my TY's photographs on facebook. Hope my year ahead is awesome. Will try not to get too many people to hate me. Well, I do know that people can bitch quite an awful lot about moi. But for now, lets not initiate any hate clubs please.

Girlfriends. I last heard that this little part of a boy's life happens in college. Well im not quite desperate, but would like to get my dose of this little vaccine called puppy love soon. Well with me i'd rather call it Bull Dog Love, but then thats just one Sad PJ which will probably help draw me far from prospective applicants for the post of my lady love.

Festivals. Want to win one of these in my third year. and i definitely might be a little desperate here, but I'd definitely want to do what Royce calls, "Peeing on San Marco". Things wont get that worse if Wilson wins a festival, but I just want to deliver one of those shockers to that nasty little college in Bandra and its students who think no end of themselves. Hopefully this shall be the year.

Well, enough random thoughts. I do not want to make this note any longer. So, here I am, this is me, there's no where else I'd rather be.

TYBMM (The Thank You BMM Year)

Haven't blogged in quite some time I understand. 3 Months to be precise. Got a little too pre-occupied with my one week emergency trip to the Gulf, the final few project submissions of SY and the Exams. Did'nt notice the blog much too, thanks to the tiny stream of readers that I acquire.

Have tried out registering with Indi Blogger, a community for Indian bloggers. Am not much of a blogger, but i didnt mind signing up. After all, who knows what awaits? Anyways, Got this mini-kind of a job too, with a College campus website . That apart, am officially a Third Year BMM student now. Won't say that the clock ticked rather fast, but yes, it is indeed a happy realization.

The SSR interviews shall commence in a month from now, asking us to get our facts right else change colleges. According to him, "Hinduja's" is always there, arms flung open. Once I get past that lucrative offer, I will have stepped into the specialised world of advertising, where projects will be huge, and finances will need to be gathered from every nook and corner. I would like to think of TY as the "Thank You" year, where people usually take a side-step from the festivals, the major chunk of GM, and set off on a journey of self-realisation. To most, this journey is short and extremely confusing. I would like the GM and the festivals, please. It is my last year, and i believe its worth a good shot. Will be good to see Wilson win atleast one major media festival this year. Not that it'll count much once we've done our TY, but such a step would definitely boost our juniors' confidence. Who knows, three years on, the "BMM Ka Baap" chant might be redifined to suit the cheap and sleazy crowd at Wilson!

TY will also see a great deal of patch-ups, i guess. No one would want to give silent goodbyes, that, as a silent spectator to our class, I am SURE! Actually speaking, I've got some broken strings to mend myself. To be precise, Just ONE. Hope that works out. Will be a good farewell only when I have got rid of all the grudges. ALL.

In other news, here is something i just HAVE to mention, my friend, Manish Usapkar has acquired a rather expensive tool which will surely help him to scale newer heights. The problem being, please join me in my prayers that the tool shall remain spotless and safe. He has received a lot of criticism already, here's hoping he shall justify it....

Also, Polaris 2010 is gonna hit the BMM colleges again. The dates remain the same from last year, but the theme and the outlook will be different. Snazzier events have been drawn out, and It sounds very promising. Best of Luck to my Second Year's on that.

So, my random rantings draw to a close. It is past mid-night and the sleep still has to set in. Tata.

I Love my Class.

As i enter the fourth semester in my ever hectic Mass Media Course at Wilson College. I brace for four months of crazyitivity, awesomeness, and "randi"-giri. I could've not been any more happier than i am now. I feel reassured that I took the right steps by entering wilson for studies. I feel stronger. The kind of feeling that rises from within.

Much of that, i'm sure, is not because of me. No, its DEFINITELY not me. Its the other people i chose to call classmates. Phuck. Classmates seems to official a word. For people who know you inside out. These groups of people give you so much reassurance! I've got diet advice, fashion advice, food advice, Girl-charming-lessons, and God knows what not from these people.

And as the rather eventful season of College Festivals begins. I can only dream of how much more close ill get to these maslims. These bo bantai bamai phucks. And i'm waiting. Im waiting for those moments of bliss. A Crowd coming together to support their Phucked-up contingent. A Band playing on stage, together, for the first time. A group of talented phucks putting up an awesome act. Not only because of the joy of winning. More so because of the togetherness those rare-to-occur moments will generate. As the title obviously says, "I Love My Class". ANd i will screw anyone who messes up with 'em. This is the first tym that i have actually been a part of a group for quite a long time without being kicked out, and i'm on a high.

As i sat in Mckenzie today, i could only think of how many more long afternoon-turned-evenings would we be spending in that place. And it definitely felt very promising.

So here's to my next semester, my college, my colleagues, and one hell of a mad-capped class......

Long Tym....We dont have no sunshine!

Long time since i posted i know....

This creative block i had,

It got going very slow....

Polaris was great,

Just freakin Awesome...

What happened after that,

was nonetheless cumbersome.

College is going fine,

Sy has finally started,

Sudu has given up all,

And Soni had her great fall.

Projects till now arent so great,

though the effort put in was lovely,

who said they cant decide our fate,

Their effort put in showed clearly.

Festivals appear on the horizon,

The time for faces to blacken.

Hoping competition brings out the best,

I definitely am ready for the test.

For now am happy with my group of friends,

My social status is evolving so they're no dead ends

Certainly looking forward to the rest of college,

to learn everything except pure knowledge...

Of Lifetime Prepaid Friends

Just realized.......

My College mates are like a group of friends I always had, but never knew. They are wonderful people to speak of and well, contribute a little into making a different me....Like lifetime prepaid cards. No matter how much you speak to them, or how strong you relate to them. You know they're always gonna be there.

Just a brainwave that hit me a few days back. Amazingly useful brainwave, that was.

Just wanted to say this.

(PS: The above pic may not include all my college mates, but nonetheless, twas the only one worth attention ;) )

The "Odd"acity...

Was just thinkin about my parents and how they got me into this course (don't worry, there were no donations involved)....

U know they've hardly SEEN the college...(my sister did the admissions), and they havent MEt sudu yet (Joy to the world for Various reasons), They havent even met 1 of my college friends.....and i am now entering the second year of my college! I mean jus see how instinctive parents can be....coz im sure based on how much they've actually heard about sudu from my sis (who being a true Xavierite did, however manage to attend one of Sudu's lectures).......

Parents are awesome, chuck mothers day and father's day...why distinguish on the basis of sex? Celebrate Parents day.....Thats where the gift and the tribute is..........!

Hola Senors et Senoritas,

And Yeah......Keep drinking Polarizer and get Polarised...........!

Polly wants a Cracker!.....A Real Big Cracker....!

Hey People!

Face it, Im back....to where my heart belongs....Polaris....the one word worth a lotta effort. And btw, im back in mumbai too. 

These few days......MAN...just got a pinch of the giant dose that all the resident polaris team is puttin in.....nd whoa...it was an awakening.

Cant let out much information on the sponsor status. Coz we are quite a bit steady now, and i dont want some ass from the bmm department of Ali Baba College to poke fun. Seriously. Festival Work is goin kinda hectic, but manageable, coz u know its one of the things we actually learn in our course. We've burnt so much midnight oil that I was sure we caused the hike in oil prices. Lotta designing goin on lately. The looks of various things. a little pinch here a little pluck there.

And the future definitely looks positive. Id like to see a Polaris where evry1 dabbles in a bit of fun and tension, and goes home as bubbly as ever. 

Very Short Note, Very Random Note......I know....but my thoughts as of this moment arent so constructive and bold. So this is it....jus wanted to update the rare abominable snowman who reads my blog. :)

Keep reading Yeti, and Hope ya get Polarised.!!!

Ek kaam...Polaris ke naam!

Come the month of june..
and a certain group of BMM students shall be heard singing a new song..
The lyrics have already been put together...
The theme is fixed on "Never say Never"..
Unique individuals shall lend their voices,
to ensure inclusion of ONLY the right choices...

The groundwork is amazing..
Something that people at the Moffice will "hopefully" keep praising.. :D
I don't say that it'll be something hatke...
But Its gotta have some Jhatke-Matke...
After all we're Wilson BMM and we're cheap...
and luckily enough, thats not our reason to weep........

The CP has a dedicated soul..
He's someone who's definitely gonna make some heads roll...
Its not that we'll be giving volunteers the pink slip..
But again, we never said we won't use a whip........
About the Two DCPs, the less said the better..
One's a man of few words, and the other's ironically sweeter..
Three hot-heads down......8 more to go.....
Defining them isn't all so-so......
I'm thus doin you all a favour....
By not letting out our committee's flavor.......

Coming to the Tys, they're a bunch as sweet as ever...
They've done a Polaris...and so we're expecting them to be clever..
They've had their moments.....and they should have some more.... :D

So here we come with Polaris '09.....
hoping that we do well.....
to ring many a bell....
taking the "blitz" of bmm on a wild "detour", while keeping in mind our "Copyrights" and definitely our "Lakshya", not to forget our sole existence of "02"

Cheerios to my readers.....and lastly....... HAIL Polaris!

Destination: Home Sweet Home

Ok….by the time you people get to read this, I must have already reached the heavenly abode of Salalah, also known as God’s own Kerala……(A term coined by one of my friends on orkut…….hoping he doesn’t have a copyright). Now I am sitting on the plush leather chairs on the Mumbai airport, the ones with polished steel spines. The Boarding Area is deserted. I arrived early. A result of my high levels of preparedness, and of course, Past experience. Believe me! You do not want to get into a tussle with Oman Air. The Staff there are simply illogical. So, coming back to me and my loneliness….Im SUCH a despo na……..doin blogging as TP. 

Aila! The Egypt air flight just exited the parking space. That’s right. It’s the Egypt Air which is supposedly flying to Kuala Lumpur. Ok, forgetting my sarcasm. Lets arrive at the point. My Despo eyes are hunting for the plane among planes having the trademark Gold and silver symbol, and two words which distinctly remind me of home “Oman Air”.

Home! Yaay! Salalah………..Man I couldn’t have waited more for this moment. But come to think about it….Was it really the longing for home, or just the want to get the hell out of that Hostel? Pata nahin……….But whatever it is, I’m going home. And that’s my permanent address. Coz there’s No place like HOME.

Polaris. Had lots of it in the past two days, and I know that its just a spoonful of the ton of servings we’re gonna have. Its just a teeny-weeny mushroom on the base of a life-slice cheese pizza. But atleast it’s a mushroom, and not a molecule of pepper. Whatever it may be……Starting polaris was fun. A group of daring, arguable individuals who want to get pissed off. Now that’s our committee!

Coming back to the enticing prospect of Salalah. I’m coming home, little green lady, be prepared. I wont wreck havoc, but at the same time, u cant expect an Air condition deprived supposed mumbaiite to stay quiet can you?  

Load Shedding.........

Hmmmm..........kind of happy today.......In fact, never was so happy since i joined WILSON'S BMM (Yes....It's what I like to call Bandhutva Mukti Morcha for specific reasons). And yes, they do have specific reasons to them. Both my presentations, sudu's and reena's, have managed to fare pretty well(And I'm NOT fibbing......well, maybe I am....but who cares? I like It :))

Sudu ka docu well, theek gaya, par I personally thought I was gonna get screwed, KING-SIZe types. PAr response theek-thak mila (thik-thak in BMM means, and IS very Good for me) aur I was quite happy with my team, (Royston, Nehal, Vishaal, Sukriti, Joy and yah......(blink,blink).....ME!) Sudu still did manage to team-screw us with his questions. (Yaar........woh itna kahaan bharta hai??)

Reena ke maamle me thodi samajhdari barakni padi, (forgive my NRI-hindi) par overall mein haal thoda toh bemisaal tha hi. Meri team ka to kya kehna? Neeraj and Heena did quite a good job, and for the 1st time in presentations, I took a back-seat. Ma'am ko jo chahiye tha, so hamne diya............aur ma'am aur sawaal puchke apna Sunday-mood kyun kharaab karna chahegi?

Life in fast-forward-SUDU time...........

Times these days, hv gone soooo fast. Most of them, somehow or the other depend on sudu's lectures. Either he gives one today, or makes up for the lack of time tomoro. It is simply a matter of attendance for some. Whereas, on the other hand its a question of innumerable pages of notes and yes.....................HANDOUTS for someone else. Guess one of these days sudu, is gonna walk in with a cylindrical weapon and gonna fire handouts to evry corner of the class.

But, yes....tht remains only a by-product of my simply overactive 5 kgs of mental clay. But, Damn....thts why Wilson's BMM is ranked 2nd in mumbai and 5th all-over India. Thats why we can feel proud,.............THAT is why we praise Sudu, and attend if not all, well..........(atleast most of his lectures) for the sheer pleasure of some well-earned sudu-time.

Thats it from a WILSON BMM student who loves his college, hates its security, and loves some of his lecturers EVEN MORE................All I can MAnAGE to say now is, ............ HAIL POLARIS '09!!! (*ChUcKlE*) ;)

Hah........That was the WCNC Nature Trek i went for, though it was abt. two weeks back, memories keep rushing back when I look at the Pics..........and the damned Action Shoes!!!! I mean it was indeed exhaustive, both in terms of the distance covered, and in terms of my knowledge about nature.........SSR, of course, stole the show and had something interesting to say about each and every speciality of flowers and trees. All In All it was simply awesome. But I'd Kinda Like to refrain from these treks for about 3 months now........ ;)