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.

Reality Shows. Yes it does.

I do not happen to be a star, someone famous, or someone whose opinion should be taken into consideration. But this note stands as my disagreement to the fest that was Blitzkrieg 2010. Believe me or not I had been pondering over my choice to write this note from 4 days.

Sometimes, things affect you in certain ways that you just cant avoid it. I shant say that Festivals is all that is left of BMM. The Baap of BMM to me has remained to be Sudhakar Solomon Raj, right from the first day i set foot into this wonder of a course.

Keeping that aside, there is a certain zing i look forward to in festivals, and though there's quite a lot of it in Polaris amidst the love and Power horse overflowing, i couldnt notice it during Blitzkrieg. Primarily because i was turned off, and secondly because of treatment, which in older times would be nothing short of racial discrimination. It had appeared to a certain someone, that the contingent under the name of "Crosstrack" disappeared from the auditorium at most times. I do not think that the 4 rows of grumpy, placard holding, flag-waving menaces were given justice.

In the times where one promotes a short film event as ever so niche and exquisite, the results, are damn sure, questionable, with all respect to my fellow BMMites.

I have also made up my mind to never as hell, play trump cards in a game, for fear of a certain contingent, bending results, just to prove me wrong perhaps.

In what was proclaimed as an exhibition of creativity on the 22nd and 23rd of january, i should have rather paid tributes to my friends in Nerul by attending their fest, where most of the entries, were ACTUALLY justified.

I refuse to take names in this catfight for fear of getting some of the muck on my dear friend's clothes, but i would just reccomend the BMM departent of the reputed college in Churchgate to atleast try and "get their facts right" the next time around.

And I hope and pray, that the collection of like-minded and cheap fare just opposite Chowpatty reflect my opinion, in the favour of genuine competition.  Ambitious and pure