Stupendously Sublime

My friends, i'm writing a raw emotional piece after a long long time, these sort of feelings used to come to me during my second year at college, where i was really struggling with my life. it was one of the darkest periods of my life, conversely i produced some of my finest poems during that time, i guess poetry does come from powerful misery when i look back at those lines i marvel the fact that i had such dark and brooding feelings where i could have taken any addiction to any length, but thank the lord i didn't. My junior recently asked me why was i so serious, i said i'm not serious, i'm sombre and yes that does seem worse because it is worse. This feeling originates from obsessive overthinking and trust me i have had a lot of time to think about the world, my friends, my life and what will happen in the future. And sometimes it feels that i'm just existing, moving through time as it flows past me and i'm trapped in my own lethargy which i can't seem to...

Dear unfortunate reader, i am not in a good mood, no i'm in a possibly vile mood, no strike that too, i'm in a mood that will drive me to murder in a painful and excruciating way that society in general will shudder to think that a man can be so violent, yes that is the type of mood i'm in (perfect), i'm usually pissed at the use of cliche's while reading anything unless and until the particular piece is using cliche's to slam those dirty little buggers(cliche's). Yet i find that these sort of expressions are very commonly used and then overused to an extent where i find that i simply can't stomach them and i stop reading the aforementioned piece. But this overkill simply does not seem to penetrate the thick concretish skulls of our esteemed press, print or electronic media. They just keep on slinging that shit in our direction and because of lack of choice we simply wipe our faces and struggle forward in the storm of flying shit to the crux of the matt...

I have recently read an immensely enjoyable book by the name of Percy jackson and the olympians, it is a fantasy tale about a demi god, percy jackson who is the son of poseidon. Cutting a long summary short it is the typical fantasy, hero, prophecy, harry potteresque book. But the main crux being that it is immensely enjoyable, written wittily and with a tongue in cheek humour, the pages just flew by me and before i knew it i had read 5 books in about a week. The reason that i have written this post is not to glorify a book, but to tackle a concept which i had forgotten completely about- Hubris or pride. It is one of the seven deadly sins as identified by the church, and for a writeup on other sins do visit Pranav Hundoo's blog. But why this particular word caught my fancy was because of percy jackson and something that i had said to my mother today. " Once you make a decision, back it." yeah, i know you might think i have got a big mouth to be talking to my mother like t...

The subject of my newest blog entry is something that has a hold over not just me but more than half of the world's population, and is about the other half of the world's population. There is just something about the fairer sex that continues to haunt the sleeping and waking dreams of us menfolk, epics have been written by our sheer infatuation with these venusians, and yet we are no closer to solving the conundrum of the 'woman' than disproving einstein's theories, on second thought we might be closer to disproving Einstein than understanding women. They excite, repulse, love, hate, torment, care, breed jealousy, inspire friendship, create longing, fuel desires, bring out the animal within or tame the beast, and we have been at their beck and call for millenia. They can make you feel like you are the centre of the universe and in the next second you could be made to feel like an insignificant speck of dirt on her shoe, the passions that a woman can evoke are unmatc...

The activities of educating or instructing; activities that impart knowledge or skill... this is the definition my trusty WordWeb gives of Education. I would like to further add that the current education system aims to impart knowledge as well as skill. I, proud of being from a very illustrious and privileged institution was always taught that overall growth mattered and not the sole ability to pass tests with flying colours, thus taking such a thing to heart i started playing a bit of sports started writing a bit, debating and the likes. But the time for disillusionment was not that far away. The 11th standard arrived and the rules of the game changed, sports and other activities were no longer encouraged, i being a science student with a double whammy of maths and biology to contend with was particularly flummoxed that the things which had me stood me in great stead were now being actively frowned upon. Only study was the new anthem of my great alma mater. In retrospect i should h...

The title is a reference to the Japanese program gera babu is undergoing, and because this particular article is being written for his blog, or to be a little more specific, one of his blogs devoted to the budding talents of his friends, now I will not endeavor to say that I’m one of his best friends but he is one of my favorite seniors and a person who I admire as well as despise. There are some of his habits that just drives me insane and gera babu that includes you dissing Delhi whenever you can, but I really love his style man he is one energizer battery. Now, this is starting to sound like a testimonial so I shall turn to the job really at hand that is writing something meaningful in his blog. I’m a conflicted person, not in the emotional sense but in a creative sense, both serious and frivolous topics hold equal sway over me. That I tend to find misery in the best of situations and comedy in the most dour of instances. I would like to start this, hopefully long lasting, fruitful ...

This is the article i wrote for my college yearbook "Alvida" and it was so long that i had to cut it short but here is the full version and as one end is another beginning so why don't i start with an end and signify a beginning, so here goes . This title has been stolen, thank you very much. My purpose for writing this article is very convoluted and vague, be sure it will not be a tribute to my 4 years in college and surely it won’t be a glorified remembrance of what happened and what our future’s hold. I’m sure that many will attempt and will write on this subject in this very magazine. Trust me; I don’t think any less of their work just because I don’t write about it. Hmmmm, now to the subject matter, I ripped off this title because I think it is very apt for our time here at JUIT or at least for those who don’t have a special one with them, because I believe that our time here is a memory, a memory as short and transient as a grain of sand that the wind has blown with...