We come into the haze, the obscurity of this phase, slowly begins to fade.
To reach beyond within, to bake inside this kiln, drink from all we’re given.
Coffee perked minds, never to step behind, we have come here to find.
This unguarded mystery, and it will be our destiny to make SIMC history.
Keepin’ eyes wide open, bringin’ souls that are hopin’ they won’t be broken.
Dauntless and forward, restlessly awaiting. Mixed emotions- to each his own. Variations of intensity, but a certain depth of naivety. Confidently anxious, anxiously confident. Surreal images born of anticipation.
But you are not alone. It is we. On an equal footing, with the same apprehensions, the same inhibitions, we stand.
We’re all going through the motions, even if we’re physically away, we’re mentally all here. Welcome, fellow SIMCians to Pune- paradise or mosh pit? Your attitude in time will tell. It is in the knowing but only through experiencing. Don’t take their word for it, and we won’t be left wondering what if. We’ve come this far, we’ll go way ahead. Call it what you want, it is the end, of the innocence.
For me, no more wondering what those super- stressed, perma- hyper SIMCians in the NCC canteen are on. I’ll be on the same high. Memories of watching cameras past the Symbi hill, intense looks in their eyes as they concentrate on bending the norms of creativity, the sudden calm on their high- strung faces as they exit the premises. If only I can keep my soul from bursting before the 15th. As with all things that start so sunny, there will be rain, hail and storm. But eventually, I shall be seasoned.
To borrow from an extremely overused but even more apt motto: “Keep your eyes open, and suck in the experience. And if it hurts, you know what? It’s probably worth it.”
ALLRIGHT! Let’s do this people!
-Revati (Journo)
Thursday, May 31, 2007
drop the anchor
The newly instated captain of this sleek and rather refined looking ship is under enormous strain, what with the humongous responsibility of steering this baby to its final destination which holds lofty promises of treasures hitherto unknown and fame and adulation, reverence and triumph galore, she has every reason to be.
The path was uncertain with the end nowhere in sight, it was a vast sea full of endless options.
The expanse of blue-green which looked deceptively peaceful, in her foolish unenlightened days would have looked invitingly warm and friendly; but now wiser, she knew the path ahead was full of hurdles and pirates who, with evil mirth in their eyes would not only loot and kill but make sure the ship sinks without a trace. If that wasn’t enough, she thought wryly, the sea itself was like an unfaithful friend who could turn around and ruthlessly destroy all your dreams while you trust it with your eyes closed.
So how in the world was she supposed to reach her destination? With inexperience as her only ally or rather a mis-ally she was doubtful in her own capacity to lead. Looking back she realized how easy it seemed back then when she had much more experienced captains around to make the decisions, “we will not be there forever”, They warned, “for you are meant to take charge, this is your vessel. You will lead it to its destiny, your choices will be instrumental, so work hard and pay attention it’s not as easy as it seems.”
She listened, slightly miffed. The sea was her oyster, it was the only thing she knew and loved despite the obvious perils around; they surely don’t need to tell her. So she longed for the day when she would be handed over the command.
Finally she got her wish and strangely she was very tense, not scared because that was an alien feeling to her for she was one of those who would charge ahead if sure of themselves, so not scared but excited and slightly edgy.
She glanced furtively at her sailors who were waiting for her orders, all the expectations all the trust, enough to make one go mad really.
With such muddled thoughts she stood on the deck and looked straight ahead when suddenly she noticed a bunch of small islands. There were a lot of ships anchored there and it seemed quite a crowd. She decided to stop and have a look, as she neared though she realized that these were the much famed islands called ‘THE INSTITUTES’ which claimed they would help you achieve your goals and reach your destination.
“Aha” just what she had been waiting for. She slowed down and started looking around.
There were tons and tons of them,”Oh God! How do I choose the one that’s right for me”
Some were interesting but most of them were full of bloated heads who thought they were doing you a favor by letting you anchor on their island. Nothing impressed her much
Then in one corner was an island that had a different air about it, very regal, she thought.
It floated in the corner quite yet proud. So she decided to stop.
There was nothing on the island that she didn’t like. The first look had been enough; still the more she wandered the better she liked it.
Their was a sense of vitality breeding on this island.
It gave you a sense of freedom and yet a discipline that was required on the journey ahead. She would stay and learn more she decided, but wait!! You have to pass a test first because a lot of people want to stay on this island you see.
Oh, I see!
Well if that is what it takes.
She worked hard and toiled like never before. Used to an easy life this was the first litmus test and she left no stone unturned.
When the results came out she whopped in joy because she was among the lucky few who were offered a stay here from the thousands who wanted to.
When the euphoria finally settled, she looked around and saw the others who had been asked to stay on.
They like her were on the threshold of taking charge. Some looked more confident than her and yet there were others who knew what they wanted to take from the island. The bond was instant because no matter how different their destinations might be they had chosen the same path and that now they were somehow connected. The camaraderie was growing by each passing minute and she knew this was it.
The place she would live and breathe, the place where she would grow, the place that would give her countless memories and some long lasting friendships, the place where her dreams would begin to take a tangible shape.
With the confusion and the indecision ebbing away and a feeling of glee surging inside her she rushed back to the deck and ordered confidently
“Drop the anchor we are going to stay.”
From somewhere deep inside the ship came a resounding, confident roar
”Aye Aye Captain!!!”
smriti
31st may 4:57am
The path was uncertain with the end nowhere in sight, it was a vast sea full of endless options.
The expanse of blue-green which looked deceptively peaceful, in her foolish unenlightened days would have looked invitingly warm and friendly; but now wiser, she knew the path ahead was full of hurdles and pirates who, with evil mirth in their eyes would not only loot and kill but make sure the ship sinks without a trace. If that wasn’t enough, she thought wryly, the sea itself was like an unfaithful friend who could turn around and ruthlessly destroy all your dreams while you trust it with your eyes closed.
So how in the world was she supposed to reach her destination? With inexperience as her only ally or rather a mis-ally she was doubtful in her own capacity to lead. Looking back she realized how easy it seemed back then when she had much more experienced captains around to make the decisions, “we will not be there forever”, They warned, “for you are meant to take charge, this is your vessel. You will lead it to its destiny, your choices will be instrumental, so work hard and pay attention it’s not as easy as it seems.”
She listened, slightly miffed. The sea was her oyster, it was the only thing she knew and loved despite the obvious perils around; they surely don’t need to tell her. So she longed for the day when she would be handed over the command.
Finally she got her wish and strangely she was very tense, not scared because that was an alien feeling to her for she was one of those who would charge ahead if sure of themselves, so not scared but excited and slightly edgy.
She glanced furtively at her sailors who were waiting for her orders, all the expectations all the trust, enough to make one go mad really.
With such muddled thoughts she stood on the deck and looked straight ahead when suddenly she noticed a bunch of small islands. There were a lot of ships anchored there and it seemed quite a crowd. She decided to stop and have a look, as she neared though she realized that these were the much famed islands called ‘THE INSTITUTES’ which claimed they would help you achieve your goals and reach your destination.
“Aha” just what she had been waiting for. She slowed down and started looking around.
There were tons and tons of them,”Oh God! How do I choose the one that’s right for me”
Some were interesting but most of them were full of bloated heads who thought they were doing you a favor by letting you anchor on their island. Nothing impressed her much
Then in one corner was an island that had a different air about it, very regal, she thought.
It floated in the corner quite yet proud. So she decided to stop.
There was nothing on the island that she didn’t like. The first look had been enough; still the more she wandered the better she liked it.
Their was a sense of vitality breeding on this island.
It gave you a sense of freedom and yet a discipline that was required on the journey ahead. She would stay and learn more she decided, but wait!! You have to pass a test first because a lot of people want to stay on this island you see.
Oh, I see!
Well if that is what it takes.
She worked hard and toiled like never before. Used to an easy life this was the first litmus test and she left no stone unturned.
When the results came out she whopped in joy because she was among the lucky few who were offered a stay here from the thousands who wanted to.
When the euphoria finally settled, she looked around and saw the others who had been asked to stay on.
They like her were on the threshold of taking charge. Some looked more confident than her and yet there were others who knew what they wanted to take from the island. The bond was instant because no matter how different their destinations might be they had chosen the same path and that now they were somehow connected. The camaraderie was growing by each passing minute and she knew this was it.
The place she would live and breathe, the place where she would grow, the place that would give her countless memories and some long lasting friendships, the place where her dreams would begin to take a tangible shape.
With the confusion and the indecision ebbing away and a feeling of glee surging inside her she rushed back to the deck and ordered confidently
“Drop the anchor we are going to stay.”
From somewhere deep inside the ship came a resounding, confident roar
”Aye Aye Captain!!!”
smriti
31st may 4:57am
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
SIMC Spirit...
Well everyone's talking bout what they feel...so lemme talk bout what I Do Not feel...i don't feel scared, im not worried, im not in my dreamland, i dont feel awkward, i dont feel mystified or demystified, i am not elated with ecstatic joy, but then neither am i down in the gallows!...Now that leaves very little to Feel...Puns yeah if you want em add em on...
Basically I am incommunicado with all my selves...waiting, waiting, waiting...
But then for what??? Well, firstly to get the heck outta this stuffy city whose climatic conditions are threatening to topple my Nirvana. Secondly to go to Pune n face the Reality of it all, so that i can stop yawning at the Tales. Then ofcourse for Rain...i'm in Love with it! N yes finally to meet the famous peehpul, the infamous blokes, the simpletons n geniuses of our commune...
No Hurrays! Cheers! or Yipees! from me...just a simple See ya soon...
P.S. if that aint simple enough for ya...go have some SIMCian Spirit! ;)
Basically I am incommunicado with all my selves...waiting, waiting, waiting...
But then for what??? Well, firstly to get the heck outta this stuffy city whose climatic conditions are threatening to topple my Nirvana. Secondly to go to Pune n face the Reality of it all, so that i can stop yawning at the Tales. Then ofcourse for Rain...i'm in Love with it! N yes finally to meet the famous peehpul, the infamous blokes, the simpletons n geniuses of our commune...
No Hurrays! Cheers! or Yipees! from me...just a simple See ya soon...
P.S. if that aint simple enough for ya...go have some SIMCian Spirit! ;)
A new ship to embark on! Would it sail properly? Would the winds guide me right? Would the waves be pacific? Are my compass and map credible? huh!
Flush this shit and wipe your ass
The boat is ready, just fill the gas!
I don't live my life in anticipations. I take the things as they come to me. May be I leave too much of my things on destiny. I had never thought that I would end up at (rather begin from) SIMC one day. But today, when I know that it is the place where I belong to, the feeling is good, challenges are high. I only half believe what I hear from people, so I am not much moved by whatever warnings are put on the board. I know, it's not a party and I am prepared for it. May I grow nicely through it. Amen.
Flush this shit and wipe your ass
The boat is ready, just fill the gas!
I don't live my life in anticipations. I take the things as they come to me. May be I leave too much of my things on destiny. I had never thought that I would end up at (rather begin from) SIMC one day. But today, when I know that it is the place where I belong to, the feeling is good, challenges are high. I only half believe what I hear from people, so I am not much moved by whatever warnings are put on the board. I know, it's not a party and I am prepared for it. May I grow nicely through it. Amen.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
So what do u want to do in life?
Err,um,err…..
Do u want to be something in life at all?
Ah, well…of course, I mean not a bad idea. Is it???
Well, thats what probably each one of us would have asked ourselves millions of times and so have I…
Guess, its important to start at the first place…and start somewhere..as I write this post which I know would be read by fellow batchmates n may be others too.. I can still feel that trepidation that’s hidden somewhere in me..am no great writer, but its important to communicate, to open up and explore…
There must be several other media institutes promising great or rather greater future prospects for the media aspirants,but I keep reminding myself, this is the journey we embarked upon by choice.. This is the platform we have been gifted, so why not make the most out of it. Ready for the best, prepared for the worst is wht I am… although the definition for best and worst is definitely subject to change for each one of us….
Busy, demanding schedules might not keep us that connected once we actually start, the sheen, glamor and glitz would have its darker hues too, I don’t know, this is the first time for me, and the greatest opportunity so far…probably will fall, will crib, have our moments of limelight and backlashing alike… but then again we must not forget this is all out of choice.
What am actually writing is not exactly in sync with my thoughts today..
I’d rather hurry up to read (hopefully:P) what Mr Keval J. Kumar has shared in his book “Mass Communication in India”. Which we are supposed to do! Gosh there's a lot to grasp.
So I’ll rather rush concluding this rather contemplative post with Best wishes for all of you….
Love n luck-n yeah keep posting….
Sonali, AV
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Its great we have begun already... below are few lines I dared to quote(hope u don't mind;)) picked up from the previous chain of write-ups.
Hope's our crutch, happiness our cloak, slogging our arse off our strength.-Karan
And so I rub my eyes and start walking again, in those crowded streets full of people and cars honking away..smile on my face, song on my lips.-Pinky
I speak with so much conviction that I am beginning to feel week in a way. I really need the Pune chapter of life to begin soon...-Susmita
I SMILE, not because I have reached where I wanted to reach but because the entire journey was so meaningful and because its outcome gave me a sound motive in life.-Shruti ____________________________________________________________________
FINAL REFLECTIONS...
"...Great joys, like griefs are silent."
SIMC, indeed, is a living embodiment of my thoughts and perspectives; and my dreams and aspirations.Today as I look back upon those days when all of us were struggling in order to get through this institution, I feel content.
More often than not, I would feel that SIMC requires each one of us, to excel at diverse spheres and the concept of multitasking would scare me to death but now as I come to think of it, I SMILE, not because I have reached where I wanted to reach but because the entire journey was so meaningful and because its outcome gave me a sound motive in life.
At the same time, I do know that nothing ever becomes real unless it is experienced, and I am looking forward to this great 'experience' so that when it really becomes 'real', I have nothing but unmatched (both good and terrible, I am sure!) memories to take pleasure in and to cherish for a lifetime..
Sometimes I would feel like this absentminded girl who absolutely has no idea as to "WHAT DOES SHE WANT IN LIFE AND FROM LIFE!!" but then somebody said to me and I quote, "Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind and the wisdom will shine through you one day..." and that is when SIMC happened and I suddenly wasn't aimless anymore!
I know that Time will gradually steal these two years away but the delightful reminiscences will most definitely stay..
SIMC, indeed, is a living embodiment of my thoughts and perspectives; and my dreams and aspirations.Today as I look back upon those days when all of us were struggling in order to get through this institution, I feel content.
More often than not, I would feel that SIMC requires each one of us, to excel at diverse spheres and the concept of multitasking would scare me to death but now as I come to think of it, I SMILE, not because I have reached where I wanted to reach but because the entire journey was so meaningful and because its outcome gave me a sound motive in life.
At the same time, I do know that nothing ever becomes real unless it is experienced, and I am looking forward to this great 'experience' so that when it really becomes 'real', I have nothing but unmatched (both good and terrible, I am sure!) memories to take pleasure in and to cherish for a lifetime..
Sometimes I would feel like this absentminded girl who absolutely has no idea as to "WHAT DOES SHE WANT IN LIFE AND FROM LIFE!!" but then somebody said to me and I quote, "Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind and the wisdom will shine through you one day..." and that is when SIMC happened and I suddenly wasn't aimless anymore!
I know that Time will gradually steal these two years away but the delightful reminiscences will most definitely stay..
Monday, May 28, 2007
Survivors
As I pack for my journey to Pune, friends still ask me if I want to take up the course. I sure have not been intimidated by the tests SIMC has chalked out so well for us all. But what intimidates me is the Yoga everyday morning. For real?!
Nonetheless. We are prepared for the long hours, the never ending assignments and unlimited fun. Though the feeling has not sunk in deep, I assume we are prepared to take SMIC head on. Surge ahead and maintain the optimism throughout.
Sigh. I speak with so much conviction that I am beginning to feel weak in a way. I really need the Pune chapter of life to begin soon...
Nonetheless. We are prepared for the long hours, the never ending assignments and unlimited fun. Though the feeling has not sunk in deep, I assume we are prepared to take SMIC head on. Surge ahead and maintain the optimism throughout.
Sigh. I speak with so much conviction that I am beginning to feel weak in a way. I really need the Pune chapter of life to begin soon...
"...They say they're SIMC 2009 sir, and they're gate crashing!"
Its 28th of May 2007 and I write this entry knowing am doing it only to feel the nostalgia of it all when I read these lines May 2009..when I really will be 'SIMC BATCH OF 2009'.. these will then be memories, of all kinds- the good the bad and the ..well 'unexpected'! And that's the only reason I write for a time I am yet to see, for people am yet to know and for years am yet to live!
SIMC really hasn't happened.. not just yet. There are quite a few moments to go.. 15 days, for me to be precise. But I feel like am in it.. in it deep :) They say be careful, don't show your cards, it isn't a joyride, let those illusions crash.. but I say, its really too late. We've connected, the air's full of it and everyone feels the pulse of the other.. its late, we've begun to dream :)
Dreamer but am not a fool..there will be times when expectations will drop, the dream will crash and we'll look around only to find ourselves alone..and perhaps this blog will cease to exist, or maybe used otherwise.. we're going through our highs, the tide will subside and we'll see the lows.. but all those will be memories still :) The good, the bad... and the..well, 'unexpected'!
So there I am walking down the lush green forest with a smile on my face and a song on my lips.. but ooh, something hurts! someone pinched me! ...This was all a dream? Time to make it all real then..And so i rub my eyes and start walking again, in those crowded streets full of people and cars honking away..smile on my face, song on my lips.
I'm entering my 2nd most beautiful phase of college life! And im not dreaming anymore..
The smile doesn't leave me, the song doesn't stop...
Pinky
('Moments of Truth')
SIMC really hasn't happened.. not just yet. There are quite a few moments to go.. 15 days, for me to be precise. But I feel like am in it.. in it deep :) They say be careful, don't show your cards, it isn't a joyride, let those illusions crash.. but I say, its really too late. We've connected, the air's full of it and everyone feels the pulse of the other.. its late, we've begun to dream :)
Dreamer but am not a fool..there will be times when expectations will drop, the dream will crash and we'll look around only to find ourselves alone..and perhaps this blog will cease to exist, or maybe used otherwise.. we're going through our highs, the tide will subside and we'll see the lows.. but all those will be memories still :) The good, the bad... and the..well, 'unexpected'!
So there I am walking down the lush green forest with a smile on my face and a song on my lips.. but ooh, something hurts! someone pinched me! ...This was all a dream? Time to make it all real then..And so i rub my eyes and start walking again, in those crowded streets full of people and cars honking away..smile on my face, song on my lips.
I'm entering my 2nd most beautiful phase of college life! And im not dreaming anymore..
The smile doesn't leave me, the song doesn't stop...
Pinky
('Moments of Truth')
The Initiate
Well...
This is where it all started. Or so they say at the end, or the beginning. Which one is it, I'd rather not know. I'm here for knowing how it feels, not feeling I know about it all.
A journey that'll just take 2 years of 0ur life, one with no specific destination as such; but one that leave us wiser beyond our years, sharper beyond our peers, and more.
Hope's our crutch, happiness our cloak, slogging our arse off our strength.
This would probably, and ideally should be, the mundanest (if there's a term) post of them all.
Ride on... The journey's ours, and the thrills are all yours..
Madness, Mayhem and Media- SIMC 07-09..
Here we go...
This is where it all started. Or so they say at the end, or the beginning. Which one is it, I'd rather not know. I'm here for knowing how it feels, not feeling I know about it all.
A journey that'll just take 2 years of 0ur life, one with no specific destination as such; but one that leave us wiser beyond our years, sharper beyond our peers, and more.
Hope's our crutch, happiness our cloak, slogging our arse off our strength.
This would probably, and ideally should be, the mundanest (if there's a term) post of them all.
Ride on... The journey's ours, and the thrills are all yours..
Madness, Mayhem and Media- SIMC 07-09..
Here we go...
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