Sitting in a class of nearly 60...with the lights dimmed to allow for better viewing of the presentation in progress, i watched Saddam Hussein being hanged for the umpteenth time. I could hear the comments from the back: "There he goes again with the video" and i could just feel the loathsome looks being given (trust me..my intuition and gut feeling work like crazy).
But i ignored them.
A friend of mine asked me a few months back: "dude, why DO you see these gory videos of people killing other people. i mean where's the fun in that?"
Let me emphasise that i derive absolutely NO fun in this. The videos portray the truth and for people who rather enjoy life in manipal (which is, by the way, a matrix like blanket...built to protect you from the harsh real world), I dont give a shit. Sure, enjoy your time at Press cart or TC...why should you think about the 2 year old afghani kid who was killed in pakistan because of millitants. Oh and by the way, the kid had NOTHING whatsoever to do with the war.


So if you think that what I feel for and do about is something that you'd rather not watch then close ur eyes. but remember this...as journalists...if we close our eyes to the truth, then we might as well have shot the kid ourselves.

Love in Manipal

Here's a post on some very insightful philosophies on Love in Manipal from a seemingly high friend.
We were returning from our weekly visit to the great alcohol dispensary called THALLOORS, a bar/restaurant and lost in our own trips of bliss. Out of nowhere, came this theory which caught us all quite off guard.
His perspective (seconded by another equally in the realms of alcholic ecstacy) was based on one single concept: Understanding. The sermon began something like this:-
"Dude...love in manipal is all about understanding. The guy and the girl understand each other, then it's love. for example an ugly guy and an ugly girl. what do they have in common?" I muttered a meek, "Understanding." "exactly!" came the strong reply.
Whoa! rather a Zen thing isn't it? anyway, I decided to ponder on it later and listened on as the speech continued: "Sexy guy, sexy girl...what do they have in common?...understanding. It's very obvious. Based on the financial capacity of the male partner, the sum of love shared between two people is directly proportional to the square of understanding between them.
OKAY! now considering that this noble soul had sporadically managed passable marks in mathematics, it was hard to grasp the sense in the formula that he rattled off. He realised that the latter part had skillfully evaded our heads and proceeded to explain in detail. this time he used a pen and a paper (which just happened to be the bill of our binging spree)
"Check this, i'll write it down so it makes sense"

L=k(U^2)+M

i guess this is what's implied. though i'm not much of a mathematician either. he explained that L stood for Love, U for Understanding and M for the all important binding factor...Money!
"Wait, it's not over, there's more...see if you differentiate on both sides, then you end up with an equation that...." At this point me and 2 other mates shut his mouth and dragged him back to Thalloors!

Ragging...an exercise in futility!

"oye! intro dey apna"
translated to simple, for your average red blooded indian, english, it means "gimme ur intro"
this is wat greeted me on the first day of college at mic. No maple trees (yes! i imagined maple trees...u can stop sniggering now), no welcoming smile from teachers, none of the many gay-ass features proudly displayed in the manipal brochure. only 3 menacing seniors breathing down my face. and thus began a rather irritating and frustrating tirade of giving intro's to a dozen seniors one after the other.
close to one and a half semesters later, ive come to realise the reasons behind such a practice. granted that the capability to give an introduction is an essential skill for the journalist, but pardon me if i sound rude when i say that : "Can give my intro 15 times a day" is not something i would like on my resume (not that my GPA's gonna do me any good).
Anyway, here are some of the reasons i found out that lead to the hunger for intro's among seniors:-

1) Years of living in solitary confinement. this being forced upon them by their parents who though he would become a social menace if they let him out during the day.
2) Years of staring at the same cottage like buildngs of the college. (i actually saw a senior once staring longingly at the college building....no comments!)
3) Pent up anger because the girl he was eying in class refused to see the good side of his many "skills" (bashing up ppl and riding a bike on the "highway to hell")
4) Having to suffer through the same quality of lime juice from the stall outside of college. Believe me...a bad lime juice in the morning can wreck ur day!

of course, i'm sure i'll find out many more reasons for this rare disease in due course. till then if ur a senior reading this...
I'm Bibhash Dash, from jamshedpur. i passed my 12th standard from loyola school.......
life goes on!