Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The koward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!"
                     oscar wilde , the ballad of reading gaol







When was the last that I thought of you...I know not...but am I the one who goes alone on this path...and should I but care only a little for the souls that follow or those as march ahead?

Mode C is a way of life, perhaps my way of life: C for Cool, C for Cold, C for Chaos, C for Calvin. Ultimately, all of it boils down to the way you look at things. Are they not how they are but just how they appear?? No...and yes...Almost all the seriously critical fundamental concepts of life...aren't they just the bogies under Calvin's bed that he is afraid of? Miss Wormwood, Susie, Mom and Dad, and of course above all, Hobbes...aren't they all merely the means that he uses to attack these bogies?

Reflecting on 'living the Calvin way', I have started to believe that life and our reaction to it can only be explained by a number of Calvin and Hobbes strips combined together. The philosophy, as I like to call it, is to know that you are not alone. It is not just my perspective alone that is going to help me fight my bogies. I will be able to inch towards the Calvin way only when I perceive the other perspectives on my way.



   
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Sunday, August 15, 2004
At the stroke of midnight hour...




"Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we shall redeem our pledge, not wholly or in full measure, but very substantially.

At the stroke of midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, then an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance. It is fitting that at this solemn moment we take the pledge of dedication to India and her people and to the still larger cause of humanity.

At the dawn of history India started on her unending quest, and trackless centuries are filled with her striving and the grandeur of her successes and her failures. Through good and ill fortune alike she has never lost sight of that quest or forgotten the ideals which gave her strength. We end today a period of ill fortune and India discovers herself again.

The achievement we celebrate today is but a step, an opening of opportunity, to the greater triumphs and achievements that await us. Are we brave enough and wise enough to grasp this opportunity and accept the challenge of the future?

Freedom and power bring responsibility. That responsibility rests upon this assembly, a sovereign body representing the sovereign people of India. Before the birth of freedom we have endured all the pains of labour and our hearts are heavy with the memory of this sorrow. Some of those pains continue even now.

Nevertheless, the past is over and it is the future that beckons to us now.

That future is not one of ease or resting but of incessant striving so that we might fulfill the pledges we have so often taken and the one we shall take today. The service of India means the service of the millions who suffer. It means the ending of poverty and ignorance and disease and inequality of opportunity. The ambition of the greatest man of our generation has been to wipe every tear from every eye. That may be beyond us but so long as there are tears and suffering, so long our work will not be over.

And so we have to labour and to work, and work hard, to give reality to our dreams. Those dreams are for India, but they are also for the world, for all the nations and peoples are too closely knit together today for any one of them to imagine that it can live apart. Peace has been said to be indivisible, so is freedom, so is prosperity now, and so also is disaster in this one world that can no longer be split into isolated fragments.

To the people of India whose representatives we are, we make appeal to join us with faith and confidence in this great adventure. This is no time for petty and destructive criticism, no time for ill-will or blaming others. We have to build the noble mansion of free India where all her children may dwell."

   Speech by Pt. Jawaharlal Nehru to Constituent Assembly of India
   Midnight, August 15, 1947


With a motley crowd of about 50-odd institute staff (both teaching and non-teaching), and even fewer students (out of a total of 250-odd on campus), IIMK celebrated the 58th Independence Day of India. As the director, Dr Krishna Kumar, and later, Karan pointed out, it has been a long walk to this point where we can call ourselves independent, hence the onus is on us to realize that despite independence, we are not free to do what we please. We have a responsibility towards nation-building and going further, towards being and acting for the global citizens.

The young and future stalwarts of the Indian economy (pillars, Karan called them) started moving towards the shade (I was one of them, too) as the person from CEX (Center of Excellence), in his heavily accented speech, appealed to us to at least live for the country if we cannot take birth, exist and die for the country like the freedom fighters, soldiers and other martyrs. The song (I guess it must have been in Malayalam) by CEX students was extremely well rendered and though I could not understand much of it, it did light up that hidden spark...the spark that comes to us on at least two days of the year...the spark that made Gagan limp and stumble on his crutches all the way from the hostel to the flag hoisting (hats off, Gagan!!!)...the spark that used to start with the flag and end with the laddoos in the good old school days...the spark that is dying out slowly but surely...the spark that is getting replaced by yet another spark that is splitting up the colors of the flag, the white no longer a bridge between the saffron and the green.

What does this day mean to me as an individual is the question many of us would be asking today. For me, this day tells me that I am not under anyone's control...that I can rebel if I want to, that I can do what I please and as long as I am within logical levels of decency, nobody will stop me from doing those things. But is it that simple? There are so many things that I want to do but I can not because after all, I live in a society and am not totally independent. I am emotionally dependent on my family and friends and whatever I do has to be within the limits that are tolerated by people I am dependent upon. But then again, I am sure that these people do realise that I have my own space and they respect that space. I am sure that here again, if I am within my limits, they will not only tolerate my actions but also support me tooth and nail for whatever I am doing.

At least, I am not dependent on some whimsical person who will treat me as a dog just because I belong to a region that he thinks is his territory. I am independent of such tyranny, and for this knowledge, mother nation, I am thankful. It is this knowledge which brings the smile in my salute to you, dear Tiranga...it is this knowledge that holds my head high as I implore the wind to blow such that the national flag sails proudly...it is this knowledge that makes me bow my head with shame when I am not sure if I correctly remember, forget understand, the lines of the national anthem.



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Saturday, August 14, 2004
An obituary to my post


If you come across a person who has been in the singularly unique habit of reading other people's blogs and has had, in the past two days, the chance to come across one which, for some reason, is called mode c, you will definitely be advised in your own interest to put a wager on being able to change the color of his face from pink to yellow.

For those who have problems in producing this coloring effect by the normal course of action, I would sincerely advise them to take my advice and just ask the fellow who wants a dye on his face to go and read my blog again. If he does so, the fellow with the soon-to-be-colored face will find a striking difference that will, if not anything, certainly fulfill his and in turn, your coloring objectives.

If you do follow the above actions to the tee and later, come and tell me that the plan has not worked, I am certainly going to view your eyes with a distinctive degree of interest (they are supposed to shift, you know...especially when a person is lying through the teeth).

I am not sure if amongst the numerous colors that would have come on the face of one who had seen my blog two days back and is again going to see the blog today, which one comes first out of the colors associated with shock, dismay, disgust, surprise, agony and such. However, I am sure that the chemistry teacher at the high school (or was it physics?) had done a good job when he had said that white light, when dispersed, forms VIBGYOR, out of which Y, if I remember the rhyme (had something to do with dirty fellows) correctly, stood for yellow.

And as for the dispersion of white light, I am sure that the teacher (by any chance...I was just wondering and all, but could it just have been...I mean does it have the teeiest weeniest of chances to be the history teacher???) had put me on his lap, given me five of the juiciest with his cane stick and whispered in my ear that whenever the rainbow is formed, it is because the white light has this uncanny habit of dispersing.

And as to the rainbow being formed, even a person of your intelligence will be able to see for yourself that this is the effect that will be the result when the blog is shown to the reader-who-came-yesterday-and-is-coming-again-today.

Since I have already hinted at your intelligence (which I did not want to do because of my particular habit of talking in tangibles), it wouldn't be further amiss to assume that you will now be putting your grey cells to the exercise by asking the question that, though obvious to the geniuses of the day and like, comes with the much exhausting mental exercise to the commoners like you and me. The question, as has come across after a strenuous mental exercise to yours truly, is 'What is it that is different in the blog?'.

Had my father heard of the question, he would have been proud of my analytical abilities and would have allowed me, as a reward, to get the measurements of the door that broke down last winter, and which needs a replacement. However, the question is not about fathers and doors but about the blogs and changes and I think that I am digressing. Since the question is here, the next thing the genius will pop up with (don't be disheartened if you hadn't thought of it, my poor little commoner) is the quest for an answer.

Well, for one, it is dead. Before you ask, Mr genius, if 'it' refers to the answer and raise questions hinting towards death-before-life, let me tell you that 'it' is my post about the SCon elections at IIMK and 'it' is dead. It is dead because one of my friends asked me to kill it. My friend asked me to kill it because he thought and earnestly believed that it was bringing a bad name to IIMK. I agreed to kill it because my friend was intelligent enough to shift from a moral standpoint, where the killing was more of a demand, to the personal and emotional standpoint, where the killing became a senti do-it-for-my-sake thing. I am not bothered in the least for it, the petty thing, at least not as much as to refuse a do-it-for-my-sake-thing, especially since it has already outlived its pupose (the redership of the blog has gone up by heaps and bounds...not that this was the purpose, though :-)).

Also, being close to the comoner when it comes to the grey stuff, I did not really understand the fuss that it had created and the mountain hill that was formed out of the mole was utterly beyond my comprehension. So it was, that I decided to give some free tips to the people who earn their livelihood by placing wagers on people's faces changing colors from pink to yellow...

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Friday, August 13, 2004
With malice towards one and all


What is the meaning of such a controversial blog?

How can he be so stupid?

It is silly, that's what it is...

He should not have taken people's names

He is a sore loser

The guy doesn't know what he is doing...the pervert

The things might have happened, alright but why the heck did he put that in black and white?

What does he want to achieve from this?

Who is he...some sort of saviour who is going to deliver us all?

I never expected this of him...what with the silent image that he has...how can he be so bitter?

Why is the guy so angry...it's because he lost the elections, isn't it?

What was the need to poiliticize everything?

What is he, Mr goody-two-shoes?

This will bring a bad name to IIMK...people will now know that IIM people are immature!!!

He could have waited for another day...let things cool down

I am an elite king maker...yippee...you need to pay to join my elite group

I hope you are not a king maker if we are going to consider you for the Placement Committee

How did he miss my name? I was equally important in making of the king :-)

When I read it first, I was very angry and didn't even want to talk about it but when I read it again, I realised that it was really funny.

I am a Bihari...how can he label me as a part of the Bombay gang?

Does he assume that we (Delhi gang) are fools enough to trade three votes for one???

He knows that his blogs are read by many...he must be more responsible before writing down such things


These are just some of the comments that my previous blog entry received...directly, that is, people who were men enough to come and tell things to my face...and indirectly, that is as part of the dinner table/canteen conversations.

By the way, if any one was expecting a justification or even went as far down the line as expecting an apology for my previous post, I am sorry to disappoint the person. If anything, the intent behind writing the article has been bolstered by the comments that the article has received...both direct as well as indirect.

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Monday, August 09, 2004
I have an idea...


First things first, I admit that this idea is in its stage of infancy and may not be practically implementable at all. Nevertheless, this blog is one place where I can open my heart out without worrying too much about the jeers and laughs that the idea might garner in its wake. Okay, so there are the comments...but honestly speaking, the regular commentators on this blog are people whose criticism is valued, too...so here goes...

The seeds of this thing grew much before IIMK came in my perspective, in fact, it was sometime in college that I thought of it for the first time. I have always been itnerested in debating my (well...actually, more of the opponent's) head off and so it was that in college, when I ultimately started officially handling the affairs of our Literary Wing, I decided to make an innovation. I wanted to make the debates more interesting and popular. I had seen Parnab Mukherjee, the quiz master and Reuter journalist, moderate a debate in the previous year. Developing further on those lines, I decided that I will make the debate a team event with various rounds. There was the idea of this one round where both the teams will send one person each to the stage and there will be a one-to-one debate between them on the lines of the Presidential election debates in the USA. To liven up the proceedings (and to ensure that I am not too far off from the limelight), I decided to moderate the event and add in my juicy comments as and where applicable.

Sounds familiar??? I know it would to all those who have seen The Big Fight on NDTV moderated by Rajdeep Sardesai and they will cast doubtful aspersions on the novelty of my idea. Be that as it may, my idea goes one step further. To give the credits where they are due, I must say that this idea came about after our orientation feedback session with Prof Uday Damodaran. While discussing one of the issues raised by the students, he told us about his idea of a club or group that will invite people from other walks of life than management to come and deliver addresses to the IIMK junta....people like Arundhati Roy, Satish Gujral and so on.

For all those who are still trying to find a relation between the two ideas, let me pass on some wisdom!!! I plan to invite these people to IIMK for a big fight with the cream of the Indian youth intellegentia (read IIMK junta). These people are going to come and defend any one of their deeply held philosophies (Narmada mission or America's role in destroying WMD in the case of Arundhati Roy, for example) against one of the IIMK students (chosen based on the debating skills and research done on the particualr topic). There can be questions from the audience as well to either of the two people on the stage. This will not only make the talk more interesting, it will also give a USP to the college which, I am sure will be remembered and talked about across the colleges of India.

I know that it is all castles built in the air but I am sure that it is not impossible either. Prof. Uday has already given positive indications about providing the fundings required for such a group and the basic idea of the big fight has already been implemented (both by me in college and much after that...mark this...by NDTV). So what am I looking for???
Like minded people with the enthusiasm to make this idea turn to reality
Even an iota of support from others who prefer to stay away from this
Support, of course, from the faculty, especially those responsible for the funds
Some time from our 'revered' teachers to carry out the work

I already have some possible names for the event...
Gunning on
Get your arms
The confrontation


Readers of the blog are free to add in their own names or other ideas for the events (these can be held at a monthly or bi-monthly frequency)

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Sunday, August 08, 2004
Marry me???


Sunny
He will loot your money
Wicked Sunny



Those are the sort of lines you can expect from the latest David Dhawan offering 'Mujhse Shadi Karogi'. Starring Salman, Akshay and Priyanka together for the first time, the movie has, if anything, got its cast right. The baseline of the movie, as might have been easily guessed by the typical trailer-surfer, is that thandi hawa ka jhonka Sameer (played by who else but Sallu miyaan) and The wicked Sunny (played by Akshay Kumar) vie for the affections of The full monty enthusiast Rani (played by Priyanka Chopra).

With the panditji predicting that Sameer will have a life full of anger where he will not spare anyone who goes against his will, the mood of the story sets in. Sameer goes on to beat up kids in school (luckily, the director was not inspired by one gun-toting kid in one developed country), and calms down only when one of his now-here-now-vanished friends recites one-half of a stupid jingle (???) to him, urging Sameer to complete the other half and thus forget his anger. For all those who are convinced that counting from one to ten is the best remedy to manage your anger, this one sure takes the cake if the protagonists of our story are to be believed. Let me see if I remember the lines...it goes something like this...

Badtameez (!!!)
Chaddar ki kameez (???)
Lohe ka pajama (wow!!!)
Bandar tera mama (cool)
Kutta tera yaar (not sure but guess, it was kutta)
Billi teri mausi (doesn't rhyme na , I know)
Aam ka achaar (why...don't ask)
Aja mere yaar(ooof...over...finally)

Going forward, Sameer is seen beating up the goons who try to molest a scantily clad Amrita Arora roaming all alone in an indoor basketball court that seemed to be located in some kind of a garage (what was she doing there, for God's sake, you ask...haven't you left your knees at home before coming to watch a David Dhawan movie, I ask). Next thing we see is that the lass goes and gets married off to some Mika-types (remember Mika, the Punjabi singer...brother of some other singer...Daler???) Gentleman (some gratitude, what?), thus breaking the heart of our hero who decides to take up a job in Goa to cool off his heels, but not before he has promised his silver haired Dadi (played by Sashikala) that he will never get angry and fight again).

In Goa, Sameer meets a mobike goon of Eagles gang (remember Josh???), played by Rajpal Yadav, an astrologer (Rajpal yadav again), a landlord who has a different ailment every day (who else but Kadar Khan playing the boring routine once too often), his to-be love interest Rani and Rani's dad Colonel (played by Amrish Puri)...all in the order named above. The characters are all interesting in the fact that they are all incapable of any intellect...all of them live life and well...just live life.

Now, this Rani has an interesting habit of keeping her balcony window open while she does a lot of things in her bedroom...The full monty, Striptease...and what not. Now, can you blame our hero for falling head over heels (literally) for the lissome lass??? All is hunky dory till our hunk decides to take his foot to his big mouth and make a mess out of the simple exercise of saying 'Marry me' (it is so simple, David, isn't it?). He gets entangled with Rani's father, the Colonel of the Portuguese war and how does he get entangled...some of these incidental encounters are extremely funny the way they are enacted by both Salman and Amrish Puri. All this starts to get a little boring, however, and just when the interest starts to wane a little, in comes Sunny...aka the evil graha Shani for our hero.

Sunny comes, he sees and he conquers. He takes full advantage of the earlier discussed foot-in-mouth situation and woos Rani and his family away from Sameer. With a lot of other entendres thrown in like Sameer battling six Sunnies (Matrix, anyone???)...Sameer's name (and hand et al) getting involved with Rani's mother (and her pallu et al)...Sameer beating up the Eagles and their declaring Sameer as the boss...The kanta laga girl making a cameo, with this cameo conveniently planted by Sunny in Sameer's bed...Sameer rubbing the guard at his enterprise (played by Satish Shah) the wrong way, not knowing that he is Rani's uncle...and many other Tom and Jerry-sque adventures that make you cry with indignation and at the same time, laugh with disgust at the very silliness of it all.

The movie's climax, though a little hasty and awkward, tries to unite the two passions of Indians, cricket and Bollywood....what with the chaste Punjabi of Kapil paaji, Bhajji Paaji and Sidhu paaji...and the huddling up of some Indian cricket team members (you can feast your eyes (???) on Parthiv, Kaif, Srinath and Irfan apart from the ones already named). What really happens in the end...who actually gets the affirmative answer to his 'Mujhse Shadi Karogi' question...is for the mvie-goer to go and see.

As for the music, it is strictly on the okay side with one or two catchy numbers...the timing of the songs could have been better and more importantly, a few songs that were not dream sequences would certainly have been appreciated.

The performances from the lead pair of Salman and Akshay are superb in their timing and on-screen chemistry. They do make a dynamic pair and the game of one-upmanship does get off really well. Amrish Puri is tops, as always, restrained as well as comic to the hilt. The Yadavs (Rajpal and Rajpal) are good, too with the astrologer yadav hogging more of the limelight that the Eagles yadav. Rest of the performances are complementary and work well towards the purpose of this movie...which the director David Dhawan has once again, and with a panache...delivered to his audience...full time entertainment without your thinking caps on...severe headache if you want to take your head along to the theatre.

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