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Unmaad is the Tata Institute of Social Sciences Annual Magazine, brought out each year under the aegis of the Literary Society.

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Page 1: Unmaad 2010

ANNUAL MAGAZINE 2010

UNMAAD 2010UNMAAD 2010

editorialboard

m Anwesha Dutta Social Work 2nd Year

m Lalhmangaih Hauzel MHA (Hospital) 1st Year

m Atul Jaiswal Disability Studies and Action 1st Year

m Bhavneet Kaur Social Work 1st Year

m Vinaya Padmanabhan DS 1st Year

m Souvik Majumdar HRM amp LR 1st Year

Overall Design amp Layout (including Cover) Lalhmangaih Hauzel MHA (HO)

copy Literary Society TISS Mumbai 2010

DISCLAIMER The articles published here are regarded to be the work of the authorrsquos if otherwise stated Any infrigement of copyright or distribution laws of another personrsquos work is the sole responsibility of the writerauthor and not that of the Literary Society or Tata Institute of Social Sciences

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

tiss ANNUAL MAGAZINEunmaad lsquo09

02 EDITORIAL

MESSAGES03 Director tiSS 04 Dean StuDentrsquoS affairS

05 THE WALL

06 THE QUIRKY PEOPLE IN MY LIFE 07 THE INVISIBLE MEN AND WOMEN 09 CHASTE

10 HONEY AND MORE

11 TWEET HEALTH

13 IDEOLOGY AND AMBEDKAR

14 MOSQUITOES

15 RANDOM OBSERVATION AND REFLECTIONS ON TRANSPORT SERVICE DELIVERY

19 THE GENESIS OF POLITICAL MOVEMENT IN TRIPURA

20 SILENT LUCIDITY

23 OPINIONSFEEDBACKS ON STUDENTrsquoS UNION ELECTION

27 INTERDISCIPLINARY ACTION FOR BETTER IMPLEMENTATION

29 THE TREK

30 THE RIOT-CONTROL VEHICLE

31 TO THE RESERVOIR

33 TAPOSH

36 THE BUTTERFLIES OF OUR TIMES

38 THE BOY WHO SOLD THE BOTTLE OF PICKLE

40 POETRY SECTION

41 MY WISHES

42 STRAIGHT FROM THE SOUL

43 MY GREATEST POSSESSION

44 SLEEP MA SLEEP

45 SAMEEKSHA

45 INDIAN SUMMER

46 THE MONLIT PARADE

47 CARNIVALERQUE

48 A COMMUNE WITH DIGNITY

49 BLACK BOOTS

49 THE MANGO TREE

50 I WAS BORN IN THE JUNGLE

53 HINDI SECTION

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U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

Before we begin the pertinent question is why a new magazine The answer is simple We have a brand new and fresh (Love the smell of new paper) magazine because if the old one has lost its potency to represent our view ideals and madness It has been a true friend for a year now and now itrsquos time to bid goodbye Given how opinionated we all are and the range of topics that cap-ture our imaginations we need a mouthpiece to voice some of those remarks brickbats and con-cerns of national environmental and individual interests that flitter around campus every passing moment waiting to find its way into print The fact that we the members of the (often ignored) literary society ramble on is easily exhibited here since we still havenrsquot yet answered the primary question why a new magazine with an old name Well thatrsquos because we consider the name Unmaad to be very sophisticated and cultured and reminiscent of our time spent here in TISS

TS Eliot once said ldquoAnxiety is the hand maiden of creativityrdquo We the denizens of the Tata Institute of Social Sciences do not really disagree with Mr Thomas Stearns Eliot but quietly associate our creativity with something a little less subtle than anxiety Our creativity draws it driving force out of our madness Letrsquos face it we truly are a crazy lot Obviously in our case we choose to shine on as the crazy diamonds of the past Unmaad 2010 is a tribute to all the madness and all the craziness that we TISSians brew into our lives Unmaad is about happiness ndash more passionate than anger more life changing than serenity more potent than courage more wonder than magic

The fact finding mission that we embarked on in the introductory paragraph is essentially a representation of the underlying motif of this yearrsquos magazine Unmaad 2010 is a tribute to randomness It is a celebration of every random idea or thought that ever crossed your mind It is a tribute to every arbit doodle and every meaningless sketch that you ever drew in class

It is in honour of every Calvin (or Hobbes) quote that ever made profound sense to is We live our lives fighting this inherent randomness because the society around us has somehow managed to sell it to us that the aforementioned things have no value Through Unmaad we make a firm and emphatic statement that everything need not have ldquovaluerdquo and there isnrsquot necessarily one correct way of doing things Thus in the words of the great David Gilmour Unmaad belongs to all the ravers the seers of vision the painters the fighters and the rebels

Unmaad 2010 belongs to the class of 2009 This wonderful bunch of people will step out of the gates of TISS (and not worry about the 1230 curfew) and begin their quest to shape their lives Unmaad 2010 aims to be a snapshot of their days here and maybe forty years down the line they will be proudly browsing through the pages of this magazine as they proud-ly brag to their grandkids about their days of wonder here at TISS Unmaad 2010 belongs to the class of 2009 This bunch has a full year ahead of them and in this period they hope to live a lifetime For them Unmaad aspires to be the Hitchhikersrsquo Guide to the TISS Galaxy

Without much ado (and rambling) please turn over this page and enjoy the randomness happiness and madness of TISS morphed into a creative whole This magazine is about you and more importantly the random in you

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n EDITORIAL

n DIRECTORrsquoS MESSAGE

U n m a a d rsquo 1 00 3

I am honoured to write this message for lsquoUNMAADrsquo the annual magazine brought out by the students of the Tata Institute of Social Sciences Mumbai The magazine provides a platform for the talented TISS Family by showcasing their creativity It also reflects on the experiences and achievements of our students thereby giving us a glimpse of the bright futures that our students have

In addition to very demanding curriculum the students organized academic festivals around a set of critical concerns of their respective programme of study The students mobilized resources brought eminent scholars and activists as speakers and provided an opportunity for students from other schools in the country to participate in the festivals

During 2009ndash10 the students organized following festivals bull Manzar by the students of Development Studies bull Manthan by the students of Human Resources Management and Industrial Relations bull Sameeksha by the students of School of Social Work bull Clairvoyance was organised by the students of School of Health System Studies bull Cut In - video festival by the students of Centre of Media and Cultural Studies

The TISS attracts and works with some of the most conscientious and committed bright young people in the country This volume of UNMAAD epitomizes their life at TISS during the academic year 2009ndash10 It truly celebrates the spirit of freedom and success in spite of the difficulties and challenges faced

I commend the editorial team for bringing out this volume with the limited time and resources available to them I wish all the success to the students staff and faculty of TISS and hope they will strive for excellence in the years to come

I also extend my very best wishes for the success of lsquoUNMAADrsquo

S Parasuraman Mumbai March 2010Director

Dear students

This is the fourth year in succession that the student magazine UNMAAD is being brought out Despite a hectic schedule of classes year end assign-ments and evaluations I appreciate the efforts of the Students Union (2009-2010)and specially the Literary Secretary Anwesha Dutta for giving time and commitment towards this venture

It has been an eventful year where the Institute and the student body together have faced several challenges We have worked closely together on issues ranging from accommodation and financial aid for students to monitoring the health situation during the swine flue scare I have to say that it is a source of great satisfaction to me that in the role I play with the students I meet several genuine and upright individuals with their hearts and intellect in the right place

In this magazine I wish to contribute a poem by a faculty who I met in one of my workshops in Dibrugarh Assam My brief interaction with her encouraged me to think that with a faculty like her young people are in safe hands

It is once again that time of the year when the summer heat is upon us and also the time of the year when we bid farewell to the batch of 2008-2010From the Office of Studentsrsquo Affairs we wish you all the best and hope that all of you will find your feet in the world outside in your chosen vocations As always we will be happy to welcome you back as our alumni

Good luck to all of you

Prof Nasreen RustomframDean Studentsrsquo Affairs

n DEAN STUDENTrsquoS AFFAIRS MESSAGE

U n m a a d lsquo 1 00 4

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The WallEvery day on her way to college she heard him talk

Through the hole in the wall she heard him A disembodied voice talking about the weather an advertisement in the local paper last eveningrsquos dance recitalhellip

She would pause by the wall and lose herself in the melody of his voice It wasnrsquot a musical voice neither was it a stage voice it was just a voice that immediately went to onersquos heart It held the quality of suggestion and in it she caught glimpses of herself It was these daily sessions that transported her to a plane of existence she had been hitherto unaware of and was now addicted to

For some reason he was her secret She did not share the story of the magical voice with her friends or family She half thought she would be forbid-den to walk that route again if the elders at home realised she was falling in love with an idea

It went on like this for a year The listener and the speaker one unaware of the othercommunicating as only stranger friends can do Sometimes she wondered why she did not step around the corner and show herselfOther times she would be horrified at herself for even thinking of such a thing

The listening sessions had drawn for her a picture of him in her mind Every word would be a like a piece of a puzzle as intangible as a wisp of smoke She thought she had the last few pieces in place when suddenly one day he wasnrsquot there anymore

She tried to hold her anxiety but when he failed to appear for the next two days she finally stepped around the wall

ldquoWhere did he gordquo she asked the first person she ran into ldquoThe man who sat here day after dayrdquo

ldquoOh himrdquo came the answering grunt ldquoHersquos gonerdquoAnd she could get nothing more out of the man She tried speaking to the fruit seller the flower seller but they were all reluctant to talk to her Feeling sick with disappointment she turned to go

ldquoHeyrdquo came a hissed voice a childrsquos voice ldquoYou want to know about the man I can tell you Come with merdquo

She followed the voice to a narrow alleyway where she was guided to a makeshift home

ldquoYou want to know about him Hersquos gone I know you You would listen to him talk every day I listened too to you and him He knew you were here as well your shadow used to fall around the corner He made it a point to find newer and newer things to talk aboutrdquo

She didnrsquot know what to say

ldquoHe knew I listened Who is he What does he do Where is he nowrdquo

The child laughed ldquoOf course he knew He knew many things Hersquos gone now He just left I asked him but he didnrsquot tell me whyrdquo

ldquoWhy did he never ask me to stop listeningrdquo

The child laughed again ldquoYou mean why did he never talk to you ldquoFor the same reason that you never spoke to him of courserdquo

ldquoWhat do you meanrdquo

ldquoHersquos got leprosy hasnrsquot he Hersquos a leper You were disgusted by him too werenrsquot yourdquo

Now it was her turn to laugh as she got up to leave curiously happy

ldquoIrsquom blind you silly child I donrsquot even know what leprosy looks likerdquo

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

o

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U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

The Quirky People In My LifeLooking out of the bus on my way to college today I got thinking about the quirky people in my life Here are a few for you

Rishie is the sweetest soul on earth he would invite all the lonely people on earth and befriend them-and he does that irrespective of the fact whether they want to befriendedWhen you meet him even if it is after a decade you receive the same warm welcome deserving of a bosom chum- the only problem is that he greets the drivers the shop assistants the various handymen and women in his life similarlyhellip making you wonderhellipPeople have several complains in lifehelliphis generally is lsquoso and so refused to be his guestrsquo Even though you desire his com-pany you would put it off if that particular day you arenrsquot in an exuberant mood

Smita is another one If you ever intend to get your message across speak the opposite If you complain about the health-care system shersquoll have ten ready statements opposing you If you dare speak against the maid shersquoll make you feel guilty in a couple of minutes The moment you begin cribbing about life be assured yoursquoll discover two hundred new reasons to start living with full vigor When people say its cold and dipping mercury points to same shersquoll venture out in her sexiest clothing And expect her to come dressed up as a Saudi woman meeting the religious police - for a beach party

Shalini is another character who is the living example of the proverb lsquochirag tale andherarsquo Shersquoll go out of her way to help someone never mind her own work never got done in the process and that it inconvenienced you too

Her free car-service is always ready - if you need to go some place urgently itrsquos a given that you take the public transport-the family vehicle is ferrying somebody else somewhere on the planet At her parties there are always more guests than either space or food as a direct consequence of being her kin you are the one who goes to bed hungry while gate crashers enjoy She is so busy taking care of the world that you are quietly taking care of her work (and getting no credit in return)

Rohan is the perfect fighter itrsquos his birthright to fight with the world verbally or physically Well to show his strength what else You walk on the road and meet ten people who give you menacing looks you wonder what has happened A tug at memory strings remindsyou that these are the new folks Rohan has been trying out his macho skills in the past week Irsquoll make more enemies in this world due to this brother of mine than make friends courtesy my skills

Ravi looks at only two things-the mirror and the fairer sex Hersquos been chided by parents innumerable times for the former and received innumerable injuries both men-tal and physical for the latter He says he is inspired by lsquoArjunrsquo in Mahabharat ndashhersquos not ever going to lose focus And since hersquos too young to settle down anytime in the near future I foresee another year of bruises and battering at the hands of boyfriends brothers fathers et al

I donrsquot know what I would do without these people in my life hellipfor starters begin living peacefully

Ms Swati Jha MPH 1st Year

o

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U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

After all not every morning does she manage to wake up early enough to go for walks though she resolves to do so every night She hummed a tune and jogged along the empty avenue towards the park That is where she told herself I shall stroll for sometimes and then head back home to get ready for college As the dim amber marquee hanging overhead gradually turned azure the Chembur streets unfamiliar in their desolation began to regain their usual bustling air People ubiquitous and nondescript started populating the thorough-fares lsquoHow short-lived was the romantic quietude of the placersquo she sighed and nonchalantly jogged onhellip

By the time she reached her destination she was panting with fatigue and collapsing on the bench wondering if she should return home But she scolded herself ldquoExhausted or lazy this is how I perpetually feel Can I try being a little ac-tive for a changerdquo She looked around ndash there were people in the park who were jogging vigorously or exercising frantically or walking briskly and even sauntering dreamily She would join them in a moment she told herself and continued to sit in the not-so-comfortable bench

As her gaze moved around the park she discovered that there were other people there apart from the fitness enthusiasts People who were there for reasons other than her own-who were there to sell wares There was a nariyal pani wala who was doing brisk business with many health freaks crowding around him to have the revitalizing drink She thought of queuing up there too when she smelt the appetizing aroma of fried vada yes an idli-vada seller was there at the park too There was a tea-vendor and a woman who was sweeping away the dead leaves and other garbage Shoshele looked out through the grills of the park-she no longer saw merely crowded streets populated by nondescript people

She saw newspaper vendors peddling their bicycles vegetable-hawkers and men with piles of bricks on their heads who probably were labourers at some nearby construction sites As she sat on the park bench riveted by the sights which suddenly seemed to have emerged before her she found herself recollecting the words of her professor ldquoThe informal sector is not invisible It is there all around us we interact with its players every day yet we chose not to notice the mammoth thriving structurerdquo True in a sprawling metropolis like Mumbai we notice with admiration posh sky-scrappers glittering shopping malls and swanky eateries And we see-or chose not to see-dingy squalid streets where we assume poverty and deprivation thrive How many of us she asked herself think of the millions who battle every day on Mumbai avenues and alleys to make a decent living They look neither malnourished and grimy nor chic and affluent and hence rarely ever catch our attention They along with their counterparts all over the country constitute 93 of Indiarsquos work-ing population-they who are the informal sector workers Shoshelersquos mind once again plunged into reveries the numerous theories which she had read on causes of growth and characteristics of the informal sector now jostled for attention in her headhellip

The term Informal sector generally denotes-despite conflicting opinions regarding its defining features-the wide gamut of economic activities which are not legally regulated or rec-ognized and workers who do not enjoy any form of protected employment relations Its compo-nents can broadly be divided into two categories- the self employed who run small enterprises with varied amounts of capital investment and the wage workers who enjoy neither wage nor employment security and protection

The Invisible Men and WomenAt 7orsquoclock on a balmy Sunday morning Shoshele went for a morning walk to her neighbourhood park She was feeling as fresh as the invigorating cool breeze of the twilight hour and as cheerful as the twittering birds around her

Ms Arunima Chakraborty1st Year Globalisation and Labour

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Is the growth of the informal or unorganized sector always viewed as an alarming trend The term was coined by Keith Hart in his 1971 study on the urban economy of Ghana and during this decade the dominant view as propounded by the Dualist School was that the informal sector comes into existence in developing countries due to over-population and low absorption of labour in the formal sector It is not related to the formal industrial development and would meet its demise when modern industrial growth becomes more inclusive

The Structuralist School which emerged in the 1980s on the other hand viewed the informal sector as inextricably linked to the formal sector-it reduces the input and labour costs of the big businesses by serving as their sub-ordinate economic ad manufacturing units to which work is subcontracted Thus it is the capitalist system of production which makes the unregulated informal sector persist to enhance its own profitability This explains why there has been despite a consistent GDP growth rate of over 65 in the past decade lack of employment generation in the formal sector of India Following the implementa-tion of the LPG (Liberalisation Privatisation Globalisation) model in the early 1990s labour laws were considerably relaxed and as a result the formal sector witnessed capital-intensive growth Employment was generated all right but largely in the informal sector where because of its unregulated nature big firms can employ workers without having any legal obligations to offer them decent wages safe working conditions and social security measures The third school of thought the Legalist School led by economist Hernando Di Sotto tries to explain the rise of the informal sector by the fact that in many countries the process of acquiring legal recognition for business enterprises is expensive and cumbersome

The small entrepreneur naturally finds it more advantageous to operate his unit illegally rath-er than to suffer at the hands of bureaucratic red-tapism Recent studies have revealed that the informal sector tends to expand in a country when it faces economic downturn as had happened in the Asian lsquoTigerrsquo countries during the economic crisis of 1997

The private as well as public firms were downsized or closed and consequently was created a large number of retrenched workers who swarmed to join the informal sector

Thus the informal sector does not exist simply because our housing society bhajiwala( vegetable vendor) and the millions of others like him do not have the requisite skills to participate in the technology-driven competitive lsquoknowledgersquo economy They continue to have such traditional source of livelihood because the formal capitalist economies can thrive only with the support of informal sector Its members do not enjoy fixed hours of work safe working conditions security of employment or wages and any of the benefits for which the working class movement has struggled for over a century now-maternity benefits pension on retirement non-employment of child labour etc there are legal political and economic complexities which have contributed to the expansion of the informal economyhellip

Shoshele was shaken out of her reverie by a sudden noise she turned back to see a red track pants-clad man arguing with the nariyalpani wala over something She overheard the manrsquos agitated voice ldquoYou are a cheat I say How dare you give charge fifteen bucks for so small a coconut It is not worth evenhelliprdquo She looked away Every day the thousands of people all around her-the street peddlers the domestic helps the factory workers the agriculture labourers the road-side dhaba owners et al- struggle against not just poverty but socio-eco-nomic inequality and injustice They struggle for a life of dignity It is high time Shoshele pondered the state accorded them at least that much ldquoBut what about the people When would they learn to recognize the innumerable and affordable services offered by the informal sector

Will Mr Red-track pants ever demand an expla-nation from the manager of a swanky eatery in a posh mall as to why everything is so expensive thererdquo Shoshele felt indignant if her friends had seen her then they would have sworn that she had never seemed more sweaty and pensive before

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I almost rush past to Mumma not past the experience though

As chastity gets implanted and built and nurtured through thread hems fabric length flesh and words until I do not know which precedes what

The discourse in the car pool I travelled got built around flesh and length again amidst coy eyes nudging one another and nibbling nails

Couldnrsquot we have been a little bolder A little little more bold like my friend who wore a dark pink sleeve-less dress on her birthday only to be mutilated by words by us and the nuns alike

So I added colour and loud as an antithesis to chaste I wondered why as the elasticity of the socks loos-ened they always receded down as also did necklines imbibed beliefs and morals and so onAnd on a dull grey day I wonder if it is not simply the force of gravitationhellip

I decide to delve amidst pores of flesh and on to blood bones tissue and other things to recover the im-permeable chasteness until I run vacant and stifled each time being put on medication with anti allergens

I pinch and prick and press hard every bit of my flesh as my cousin runs snuggling her love on the alleys and shores of this city

My twelve institutional years keep running in and out and around and into me as I sit muffled and dumb even on sun coloured days to render them glum

My head dances bedazzled as my friends sway their bodies to the music of the disc ndash as I effort at an overt placidity while my body runs wild

My friends think I must be some sort of a nerd to be wearing socks all the time while I re- discover hem-lines and peripheries constantly snuggling my pillow

I detest my steady retreat into sleep to conceal my powerlessness to run into the sun

Meanwhile my cousin runs loves pains and one day merges into my blue in a white saree (so I think)

Chaste ndash through the yawn of the white cleavage she stands as the nails of her index middle ring and little fingers dig into her palm till I see the deep dense fiery liquid ooze and smack my face

ChasteChaste ndash through the first scuttle and scurry of joining motherrsquos arms at recess as the nuns stop me to lsquopull up my socks up to my kneesrsquo

Ms Sangeeta Roy1st Year Womenrsquos Studies

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When he first came to our house I do not recall But with every subsequent visit he became a part of our lives He brought with him the golden syrup in IMFL bottles which was unlike anything in packed bottles we had had so far But even more than that he would bring with him anecdotes and tales of how he would collect the honey Our favourite was his description of how his nose became the size of a cricket ball when the bees stung him His countless repetitions of the story would leave us in splits never failing to amaze Though at times his wares would not find their way into our home his conversation and stories would linger long after he left Times like these seem so integral to our existence that they seem to last a lifetime Truth is that years pass and we grow up and go our different ways The man grew more wizened and probably a little older The spirit and the routine remained unchanged as ever

As we moved away from Assam letters and phone calls would always find a mention of the honey man and his anecdotes He seemed invincible Till the day my mother told me he had not come for a week As weeks turned to months we resigned to the fact that he had stopped coming altogether maybe foreverLives and geographies changed Today I find myself buying honey packed in attractive bottles off the shelves of supermarkets A golden liquid in a bottle with an ill fitting cap becomes the stuff memories are made of

Till the other day when a friend gives me the same nectar in a plastic bottle with an ill fitting cap A semi urban township a lazy life and a wizened man rush back to me To a man who gave more than what he took I hope you continue to bring joy with your wares and wit wherever you are

Honey and MORE

Ms Arpita DasA wizened man in a spotless white dhoti and cracked shoes

Thatrsquos how I recall my first honey filled moment Literally It was one of the many firsts of my life in semi urban Assam The move from the bus-tling metropolis life to an almost lazy one in an industrial township in Assam had its shares of novelty The honey man was one of those memo-rable first time happenings

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U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

Getting across to the other side of the world is no more the mission of daring explorers Media and communication have made this possible at the click of a button The number of people who connect to the world through the internet is increasing exponentially Blogs and social networks have made it possible to the let the world know about you and your world while you sit back on your personal computer in your own little corner From video conferencing with dear ones across the globe to adding to your bank balance the internet has made ev-erything possible

Yet for one sector in particular engage-ment on blogs and social networks carries special concerns That sector is healthcare Medical societies hospitals pharmaceutical companies and doctors in private practice tend to view social media as fraught with pitfalls But there are great opportunities for those willing to take the plunge Web-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Health informationOne of the most obvious ways that the web and social media are making our lives healthier is in the proliferation of health informationToday health mega-portals like ldquoWebMDrdquo ldquoRevolution Healthrdquo and ldquoYahoo Healthrdquo contain all the information one could possibly want mdash and itrsquos all searchable and available instantly

Self diagnosisBeing able to use the web for self diagnosis is truly revolutionizing the way many of us care for ourselves and how we approach doctor visits Other sites such as ldquorVitardquo which registers qualified medical practitioners to provide health infor-mation and ldquoHakia Healthrdquo which maintains a database of vetted medical information sources help users to make sure the information they are getting online is accurate reliable and medically sound Another web site ldquoOrganizedWisdomrdquo is something like Wikipedia for health but every article is written and reviewed by qualified professionalsFor those more interested in self-diagnosis ldquoDoubleCheckMDrdquo can help you determine if your symptoms are the result of sickness or a medication yoursquore taking or if medications are safe to take at the same time The virtual doctor at ldquoFreeMDrdquo meanwhile will help you to figure out whatrsquos wrong and if you need to visit a doctor

Choosing your doctorChoosing a doctor to visit every time you are ill is an important decision Because medical care is so personal you want to find someone you can trust and with whom you have a good rapport Most people tend to rely on referrals from friends or colleagues when searching out a new doctor

Web sites like ldquoVitalsrdquo and ldquoHealthGradesrdquo both of which provide independent doctor ratings based on a variety of data are making it easier to locate a good doctor by using more information than just their name in the phone book Other sites such as ldquoFindaDocrdquo and ldquoRateMDscom ldquorely more heavily on a consumer rating model meaning you can pick a doctor based on the feelings of your peers

Tweet HealthWeb-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Dr Nidhi MathewMHA (HO) 1st Year

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U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

The web is even making appointment setting easier In addition to providing a database of doctors with consumer reviews ldquoZocDocrdquo also lets you book an appoint-ment with that doctor straight from the Internet It currently works in New York City

Treatment and patient supportThough for most serious conditions you shouldnrsquot rely on the web for diagnosis or care there are a handful of web sites beginning to offer actual medical treat-ment from real doctors ldquoAmerican Wellrdquo for example creates software to facilitate online doctor consultations via a webcam that is currently being used by military service members and their families for web-based psychological evaluations while ldquoBreak-Throughrdquo offers a similar online ser-vice for civilian consumers who want to talk to qualified therapists from home by phone chat video or email UK-based ldquoMyChoiceMDcomrdquo offers a completely online doctor consultation service as wellCreating and enabling support communi-ties online is one area in which social media is perfectly suited Online support group sites like ldquoPatientsLikeMerdquo and ldquoDailyStrengthrdquo offer online discussion groups for people going through a wide variety of medical treatments ailments or conditions ldquoCarePagesrdquo con-nects patients by encouraging them to share their stories through blogging and building support circles among friends family and peersAnother support group site ldquoMedHelprdquo offers a wide variety of personal health applications such as weight addiction blood pressure and cholesterol trackers These plug into the sitersquos social networking and support forums to give patients ways to track their health and progress while they receive support from others going through the same thing

Controlling costsIf proven to be safe and accurate online consultation and self-diagnosis in addition to being an agoraphobersquos dream come true could potentially save a lot of money by reducing overhead costs associated with running a busy office

One way in which the web promises to severely reduce healthcare costs is by digitizing records Record-keeping accounts for a reportedly huge amount of the costs associated with the modern healthcare system yet these records are kept most-ly using archaic technology that is in dire need of modernization Using so-called Personal Health Re-cord (PHR) systems that would allow consumers to access their health records over the web like a credit score and send them anywhere they authorized (to doctors emergency care centers pharmacists etc) promises to revolutionize the way we give and re-ceive care

IssuesThough there are certainly major privacy issues to address PHRs such as ldquoMicrosoft HealthVaultrdquo ldquoGoogle Healthrdquo ldquoWebMD PHRrdquo and ldquoRevolution Health PHRrdquo mean millions of dollars in cost-savings and potentially safer transfer of records to those who need to see them (so that we can assure for example that a patient is never given a medication they have an allergy to)

In conclusion studies show that over half of all ldquoe-patientsrdquo are turning to social media Where-as ldquonon-user generatedrdquo healthcare content is generally based on academic knowledge clinical results and marketing spin social media health-care content is built on patient opinions and personal accounts Therefore over half of ldquoe-patientsrdquo are making healthcare decisions based at least in part on information provided by other patients Social media provides a platform for unsolicited feedback Two other advantages of social media are that conversations are peer-to-peer rather than ldquomoderator-to-consumerrdquo and patients are often afforded a greater level of anonymity in social media The psychological differences between these two scenarios are likely to lead to the expression of more honest opinions

The only social media for healthcare that is effectively functional in India as of date is Health-caremagiccom Though healthcare through social media still has a long way to go in India where affordable healthcare for all is the most pressing issue the hopes are not bleak for its web-literate portion

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U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

Ideology and Ambedkarwhy Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambedkarian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology

Ms Deepika Rose Alex MSW 2nd Year

India hasnrsquot actually produced any revolutionar-ies because of many of the structural constraints that we have By revolution I mean here a radical structural change But in DR BR Ambedkar we can see different colors of radicalism coming together from radical humanism to radical structuralism Ambedkar for a major part of his life was a radical humanist He wanted to liberate the human reason from the chains of Hinduism dominated by samhitas and shastra and to celebrate human dignity When the whole India was fighting against the slavery from British he stood alone against internal slavery that a group of people was undergoing To him Indiarsquos political freedom is useless unless and until it attains social justice inside its boundaries And when India attained her freedom he considered it not indepen-dence but a mere transfer of power from colonizers to a set of internal elites And to him nationalism was the conspiracy of this group to create a myth of India as a nation even in the brain of the slaves of that period dalits It was nationalism without a nation for him Indiarsquos experiences till now have proved it right

He proclaimed his aim is the recovery of human dignity of a group of people who were con-sidered worse than animals by the Brahminical society he was the most learned person of the time and through his careful scrutiny of Vedic literature he arrived at the conclusion that Indiarsquos history is written from the Brahminical perspective and brought into light all the Brahmin conspiracy against shudras women and nature Through his thorough engagement with knowledge he arrived at a point where he defined what an ideal religion should be like His idea of reforming Hindu religion was deconstruction and reconstruction He questioned the base of Hindu religion by rejecting the authority of Vedas and shastras When he felt this transforma-tion canrsquot be possible from within he went outside through the mass conversion to Buddhism

Thus he became a radical structuralist not exactly by creating a dialectical opposite to religion but a parallel structure called Buddhism against the existing oppressive structure of Hinduism He was a mass leader the great human right activist subaltern historian and enlightened man that India has ever seen His fight was for human dignityIf this is the case then why Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambed-karian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology Is it that Marxism and Weberism are a safer shelter when people talks about ideologies Do they have a clear reason why they are Marxist is it that they adopt a Marxist label because they feel itrsquos something western and intellectual and so it is elitist I argue that many dalits who claims themselves as Ambedkarites do so because they are dalits and they havenrsquot understood Ambed-karian ideology outside the casteist framework from a humanist perspective and the non dalits rejects Ambedkarism also for the same reason I agree to the fact that Ambedkar is the only intellect who showed the untouchables a way out of their oppression But his theorizations had the potential to be a universal critical perspective just like Marxism There are many misinterpretations that have been prevalent all these yearsWhat does the word Dalit mean Yes it meant bro-ken But itrsquos not the case now Dalit the term has a revolutionary assertion associated with it it means disagreeing and delineating oneself from the elitism From the dominant ideology From the oppressors In that sense the term Dalit is not only associated with the so called lower castes although the con-cept is a challenge to Brahmanism Dalit is a word that reflects the multiple voices of the oppressed It is a word that signifies the protestors anyone who dares to challenge the hegemony

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The Brahminical society has a role in stigmatizing the term dalits and also the efforts and ideology of DrAmbedkar As G Alosious says lsquowithin the mainstream social sciences the man is consid-ered as the leader of the Mahar caste at worst and the drafter of constitution at bestkeeping Ambedkar as far away as pos-sible from the sacredsecretive subject of nation and nationalism (many among the intelligentsia would not hesitate considering him even as an anti national)is part and parcel of the overall elite strategy to maintain the dominance of its ideology over knowl-edge-production and knowledge - circulation in this countryrsquo(Aloysius 2009)

Dominant voices made him the messiah of untouchables And Ambedkarian perspective is a perspective untouched A great example is how Ambedkar ideology which is a universal ideol-ogy is prevented from being institutionalized in Indian universi-ties and schools Still Dalit social work is not a part of social work institutes across the country except TISS

But in TISS also while all the critical theories including Marxism femi-nism and postmodernism is taught Ambedkarian perspective which is the most relevant anti-oppressive perspective in Indian context is not taught You are not even in a position to discuss about Ambedkarian per-spective as we donrsquot know it and its potentials

What is needed is an intellectual activism Itrsquos an activism through pen voice and your way of life and thinking Ambedkarian ideology is an ideology misinterpreted Every Dalit should be able to proclaim loudly that she is a Dalit understanding what is the meaning of the term Your caste is not the only aspect that is making you a Dalit Your experiences your attitude and your courage make you a Dalit Ambedkarian ideology is your ideology not only because you belong to a particular caste but also you believe in equity Because you are evolving and liberating yourself from the hegemony You have the courage to stand against the dominant voice

( mosquitoes )

The other day I was at a coffee shop drinking coffee and silently waiting for ideas to catch me It was good coffee and the sun was lazy so I was willing to indulge their absence Besides I had money for a change How long can a good morning last Before long I heard an electric crack The fly catcher had caught a mosquito My scalp prickled Where there is one there are bound to be others A crazed brood out for psychological blood I think they know their power I am convinced they know the potency of their whine otherwise why do they fly around your ear If it was food they were after a quick swoop and a suck ought to have satiated them I would never grudge them their nutrition itrsquos the whine I object to

I want to reach for my hair and tear them out when I hear ithellip

I shifted to another table but it was futile The mosquitoes entered like a swarm and smoth-ered the tiny place I pushed back my chair struggled with my wallet and ran for the door Beads of sweat dotted my middle-aged brow Out on the pavement the sun was suddenly too hot and there were suddenly too many people Nobody seemed to mind the mosquitoes except for meThey were blackening the horizon like clouds of locusts I had seen on TV The skin became tight against my throat and I couldnrsquot breathe I gasped and gagged and staggered past people carrying umbrellas and children Shield the children I wanted to squeak The mosquitoes are coming

The mosquitoes are cominghellipThe mosquitoes are cominghellip

As it so happens mosquitoes bother me I am not one of them who can absently swat at one of them irritating buggers and flip the page in the same motion I start up when I hear the whine in my ear wildly slap at it and nurse my coffee waiting to hear it approach again I cannot concentrate when there are mosqui-toes around me I cannot sleep if I see a mosquito in the vicinityPeople are scared of snakes I fear mosquitoes

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

t

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 2: Unmaad 2010

editorialboard

m Anwesha Dutta Social Work 2nd Year

m Lalhmangaih Hauzel MHA (Hospital) 1st Year

m Atul Jaiswal Disability Studies and Action 1st Year

m Bhavneet Kaur Social Work 1st Year

m Vinaya Padmanabhan DS 1st Year

m Souvik Majumdar HRM amp LR 1st Year

Overall Design amp Layout (including Cover) Lalhmangaih Hauzel MHA (HO)

copy Literary Society TISS Mumbai 2010

DISCLAIMER The articles published here are regarded to be the work of the authorrsquos if otherwise stated Any infrigement of copyright or distribution laws of another personrsquos work is the sole responsibility of the writerauthor and not that of the Literary Society or Tata Institute of Social Sciences

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tiss ANNUAL MAGAZINEunmaad lsquo09

02 EDITORIAL

MESSAGES03 Director tiSS 04 Dean StuDentrsquoS affairS

05 THE WALL

06 THE QUIRKY PEOPLE IN MY LIFE 07 THE INVISIBLE MEN AND WOMEN 09 CHASTE

10 HONEY AND MORE

11 TWEET HEALTH

13 IDEOLOGY AND AMBEDKAR

14 MOSQUITOES

15 RANDOM OBSERVATION AND REFLECTIONS ON TRANSPORT SERVICE DELIVERY

19 THE GENESIS OF POLITICAL MOVEMENT IN TRIPURA

20 SILENT LUCIDITY

23 OPINIONSFEEDBACKS ON STUDENTrsquoS UNION ELECTION

27 INTERDISCIPLINARY ACTION FOR BETTER IMPLEMENTATION

29 THE TREK

30 THE RIOT-CONTROL VEHICLE

31 TO THE RESERVOIR

33 TAPOSH

36 THE BUTTERFLIES OF OUR TIMES

38 THE BOY WHO SOLD THE BOTTLE OF PICKLE

40 POETRY SECTION

41 MY WISHES

42 STRAIGHT FROM THE SOUL

43 MY GREATEST POSSESSION

44 SLEEP MA SLEEP

45 SAMEEKSHA

45 INDIAN SUMMER

46 THE MONLIT PARADE

47 CARNIVALERQUE

48 A COMMUNE WITH DIGNITY

49 BLACK BOOTS

49 THE MANGO TREE

50 I WAS BORN IN THE JUNGLE

53 HINDI SECTION

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Before we begin the pertinent question is why a new magazine The answer is simple We have a brand new and fresh (Love the smell of new paper) magazine because if the old one has lost its potency to represent our view ideals and madness It has been a true friend for a year now and now itrsquos time to bid goodbye Given how opinionated we all are and the range of topics that cap-ture our imaginations we need a mouthpiece to voice some of those remarks brickbats and con-cerns of national environmental and individual interests that flitter around campus every passing moment waiting to find its way into print The fact that we the members of the (often ignored) literary society ramble on is easily exhibited here since we still havenrsquot yet answered the primary question why a new magazine with an old name Well thatrsquos because we consider the name Unmaad to be very sophisticated and cultured and reminiscent of our time spent here in TISS

TS Eliot once said ldquoAnxiety is the hand maiden of creativityrdquo We the denizens of the Tata Institute of Social Sciences do not really disagree with Mr Thomas Stearns Eliot but quietly associate our creativity with something a little less subtle than anxiety Our creativity draws it driving force out of our madness Letrsquos face it we truly are a crazy lot Obviously in our case we choose to shine on as the crazy diamonds of the past Unmaad 2010 is a tribute to all the madness and all the craziness that we TISSians brew into our lives Unmaad is about happiness ndash more passionate than anger more life changing than serenity more potent than courage more wonder than magic

The fact finding mission that we embarked on in the introductory paragraph is essentially a representation of the underlying motif of this yearrsquos magazine Unmaad 2010 is a tribute to randomness It is a celebration of every random idea or thought that ever crossed your mind It is a tribute to every arbit doodle and every meaningless sketch that you ever drew in class

It is in honour of every Calvin (or Hobbes) quote that ever made profound sense to is We live our lives fighting this inherent randomness because the society around us has somehow managed to sell it to us that the aforementioned things have no value Through Unmaad we make a firm and emphatic statement that everything need not have ldquovaluerdquo and there isnrsquot necessarily one correct way of doing things Thus in the words of the great David Gilmour Unmaad belongs to all the ravers the seers of vision the painters the fighters and the rebels

Unmaad 2010 belongs to the class of 2009 This wonderful bunch of people will step out of the gates of TISS (and not worry about the 1230 curfew) and begin their quest to shape their lives Unmaad 2010 aims to be a snapshot of their days here and maybe forty years down the line they will be proudly browsing through the pages of this magazine as they proud-ly brag to their grandkids about their days of wonder here at TISS Unmaad 2010 belongs to the class of 2009 This bunch has a full year ahead of them and in this period they hope to live a lifetime For them Unmaad aspires to be the Hitchhikersrsquo Guide to the TISS Galaxy

Without much ado (and rambling) please turn over this page and enjoy the randomness happiness and madness of TISS morphed into a creative whole This magazine is about you and more importantly the random in you

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n EDITORIAL

n DIRECTORrsquoS MESSAGE

U n m a a d rsquo 1 00 3

I am honoured to write this message for lsquoUNMAADrsquo the annual magazine brought out by the students of the Tata Institute of Social Sciences Mumbai The magazine provides a platform for the talented TISS Family by showcasing their creativity It also reflects on the experiences and achievements of our students thereby giving us a glimpse of the bright futures that our students have

In addition to very demanding curriculum the students organized academic festivals around a set of critical concerns of their respective programme of study The students mobilized resources brought eminent scholars and activists as speakers and provided an opportunity for students from other schools in the country to participate in the festivals

During 2009ndash10 the students organized following festivals bull Manzar by the students of Development Studies bull Manthan by the students of Human Resources Management and Industrial Relations bull Sameeksha by the students of School of Social Work bull Clairvoyance was organised by the students of School of Health System Studies bull Cut In - video festival by the students of Centre of Media and Cultural Studies

The TISS attracts and works with some of the most conscientious and committed bright young people in the country This volume of UNMAAD epitomizes their life at TISS during the academic year 2009ndash10 It truly celebrates the spirit of freedom and success in spite of the difficulties and challenges faced

I commend the editorial team for bringing out this volume with the limited time and resources available to them I wish all the success to the students staff and faculty of TISS and hope they will strive for excellence in the years to come

I also extend my very best wishes for the success of lsquoUNMAADrsquo

S Parasuraman Mumbai March 2010Director

Dear students

This is the fourth year in succession that the student magazine UNMAAD is being brought out Despite a hectic schedule of classes year end assign-ments and evaluations I appreciate the efforts of the Students Union (2009-2010)and specially the Literary Secretary Anwesha Dutta for giving time and commitment towards this venture

It has been an eventful year where the Institute and the student body together have faced several challenges We have worked closely together on issues ranging from accommodation and financial aid for students to monitoring the health situation during the swine flue scare I have to say that it is a source of great satisfaction to me that in the role I play with the students I meet several genuine and upright individuals with their hearts and intellect in the right place

In this magazine I wish to contribute a poem by a faculty who I met in one of my workshops in Dibrugarh Assam My brief interaction with her encouraged me to think that with a faculty like her young people are in safe hands

It is once again that time of the year when the summer heat is upon us and also the time of the year when we bid farewell to the batch of 2008-2010From the Office of Studentsrsquo Affairs we wish you all the best and hope that all of you will find your feet in the world outside in your chosen vocations As always we will be happy to welcome you back as our alumni

Good luck to all of you

Prof Nasreen RustomframDean Studentsrsquo Affairs

n DEAN STUDENTrsquoS AFFAIRS MESSAGE

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The WallEvery day on her way to college she heard him talk

Through the hole in the wall she heard him A disembodied voice talking about the weather an advertisement in the local paper last eveningrsquos dance recitalhellip

She would pause by the wall and lose herself in the melody of his voice It wasnrsquot a musical voice neither was it a stage voice it was just a voice that immediately went to onersquos heart It held the quality of suggestion and in it she caught glimpses of herself It was these daily sessions that transported her to a plane of existence she had been hitherto unaware of and was now addicted to

For some reason he was her secret She did not share the story of the magical voice with her friends or family She half thought she would be forbid-den to walk that route again if the elders at home realised she was falling in love with an idea

It went on like this for a year The listener and the speaker one unaware of the othercommunicating as only stranger friends can do Sometimes she wondered why she did not step around the corner and show herselfOther times she would be horrified at herself for even thinking of such a thing

The listening sessions had drawn for her a picture of him in her mind Every word would be a like a piece of a puzzle as intangible as a wisp of smoke She thought she had the last few pieces in place when suddenly one day he wasnrsquot there anymore

She tried to hold her anxiety but when he failed to appear for the next two days she finally stepped around the wall

ldquoWhere did he gordquo she asked the first person she ran into ldquoThe man who sat here day after dayrdquo

ldquoOh himrdquo came the answering grunt ldquoHersquos gonerdquoAnd she could get nothing more out of the man She tried speaking to the fruit seller the flower seller but they were all reluctant to talk to her Feeling sick with disappointment she turned to go

ldquoHeyrdquo came a hissed voice a childrsquos voice ldquoYou want to know about the man I can tell you Come with merdquo

She followed the voice to a narrow alleyway where she was guided to a makeshift home

ldquoYou want to know about him Hersquos gone I know you You would listen to him talk every day I listened too to you and him He knew you were here as well your shadow used to fall around the corner He made it a point to find newer and newer things to talk aboutrdquo

She didnrsquot know what to say

ldquoHe knew I listened Who is he What does he do Where is he nowrdquo

The child laughed ldquoOf course he knew He knew many things Hersquos gone now He just left I asked him but he didnrsquot tell me whyrdquo

ldquoWhy did he never ask me to stop listeningrdquo

The child laughed again ldquoYou mean why did he never talk to you ldquoFor the same reason that you never spoke to him of courserdquo

ldquoWhat do you meanrdquo

ldquoHersquos got leprosy hasnrsquot he Hersquos a leper You were disgusted by him too werenrsquot yourdquo

Now it was her turn to laugh as she got up to leave curiously happy

ldquoIrsquom blind you silly child I donrsquot even know what leprosy looks likerdquo

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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The Quirky People In My LifeLooking out of the bus on my way to college today I got thinking about the quirky people in my life Here are a few for you

Rishie is the sweetest soul on earth he would invite all the lonely people on earth and befriend them-and he does that irrespective of the fact whether they want to befriendedWhen you meet him even if it is after a decade you receive the same warm welcome deserving of a bosom chum- the only problem is that he greets the drivers the shop assistants the various handymen and women in his life similarlyhellip making you wonderhellipPeople have several complains in lifehelliphis generally is lsquoso and so refused to be his guestrsquo Even though you desire his com-pany you would put it off if that particular day you arenrsquot in an exuberant mood

Smita is another one If you ever intend to get your message across speak the opposite If you complain about the health-care system shersquoll have ten ready statements opposing you If you dare speak against the maid shersquoll make you feel guilty in a couple of minutes The moment you begin cribbing about life be assured yoursquoll discover two hundred new reasons to start living with full vigor When people say its cold and dipping mercury points to same shersquoll venture out in her sexiest clothing And expect her to come dressed up as a Saudi woman meeting the religious police - for a beach party

Shalini is another character who is the living example of the proverb lsquochirag tale andherarsquo Shersquoll go out of her way to help someone never mind her own work never got done in the process and that it inconvenienced you too

Her free car-service is always ready - if you need to go some place urgently itrsquos a given that you take the public transport-the family vehicle is ferrying somebody else somewhere on the planet At her parties there are always more guests than either space or food as a direct consequence of being her kin you are the one who goes to bed hungry while gate crashers enjoy She is so busy taking care of the world that you are quietly taking care of her work (and getting no credit in return)

Rohan is the perfect fighter itrsquos his birthright to fight with the world verbally or physically Well to show his strength what else You walk on the road and meet ten people who give you menacing looks you wonder what has happened A tug at memory strings remindsyou that these are the new folks Rohan has been trying out his macho skills in the past week Irsquoll make more enemies in this world due to this brother of mine than make friends courtesy my skills

Ravi looks at only two things-the mirror and the fairer sex Hersquos been chided by parents innumerable times for the former and received innumerable injuries both men-tal and physical for the latter He says he is inspired by lsquoArjunrsquo in Mahabharat ndashhersquos not ever going to lose focus And since hersquos too young to settle down anytime in the near future I foresee another year of bruises and battering at the hands of boyfriends brothers fathers et al

I donrsquot know what I would do without these people in my life hellipfor starters begin living peacefully

Ms Swati Jha MPH 1st Year

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After all not every morning does she manage to wake up early enough to go for walks though she resolves to do so every night She hummed a tune and jogged along the empty avenue towards the park That is where she told herself I shall stroll for sometimes and then head back home to get ready for college As the dim amber marquee hanging overhead gradually turned azure the Chembur streets unfamiliar in their desolation began to regain their usual bustling air People ubiquitous and nondescript started populating the thorough-fares lsquoHow short-lived was the romantic quietude of the placersquo she sighed and nonchalantly jogged onhellip

By the time she reached her destination she was panting with fatigue and collapsing on the bench wondering if she should return home But she scolded herself ldquoExhausted or lazy this is how I perpetually feel Can I try being a little ac-tive for a changerdquo She looked around ndash there were people in the park who were jogging vigorously or exercising frantically or walking briskly and even sauntering dreamily She would join them in a moment she told herself and continued to sit in the not-so-comfortable bench

As her gaze moved around the park she discovered that there were other people there apart from the fitness enthusiasts People who were there for reasons other than her own-who were there to sell wares There was a nariyal pani wala who was doing brisk business with many health freaks crowding around him to have the revitalizing drink She thought of queuing up there too when she smelt the appetizing aroma of fried vada yes an idli-vada seller was there at the park too There was a tea-vendor and a woman who was sweeping away the dead leaves and other garbage Shoshele looked out through the grills of the park-she no longer saw merely crowded streets populated by nondescript people

She saw newspaper vendors peddling their bicycles vegetable-hawkers and men with piles of bricks on their heads who probably were labourers at some nearby construction sites As she sat on the park bench riveted by the sights which suddenly seemed to have emerged before her she found herself recollecting the words of her professor ldquoThe informal sector is not invisible It is there all around us we interact with its players every day yet we chose not to notice the mammoth thriving structurerdquo True in a sprawling metropolis like Mumbai we notice with admiration posh sky-scrappers glittering shopping malls and swanky eateries And we see-or chose not to see-dingy squalid streets where we assume poverty and deprivation thrive How many of us she asked herself think of the millions who battle every day on Mumbai avenues and alleys to make a decent living They look neither malnourished and grimy nor chic and affluent and hence rarely ever catch our attention They along with their counterparts all over the country constitute 93 of Indiarsquos work-ing population-they who are the informal sector workers Shoshelersquos mind once again plunged into reveries the numerous theories which she had read on causes of growth and characteristics of the informal sector now jostled for attention in her headhellip

The term Informal sector generally denotes-despite conflicting opinions regarding its defining features-the wide gamut of economic activities which are not legally regulated or rec-ognized and workers who do not enjoy any form of protected employment relations Its compo-nents can broadly be divided into two categories- the self employed who run small enterprises with varied amounts of capital investment and the wage workers who enjoy neither wage nor employment security and protection

The Invisible Men and WomenAt 7orsquoclock on a balmy Sunday morning Shoshele went for a morning walk to her neighbourhood park She was feeling as fresh as the invigorating cool breeze of the twilight hour and as cheerful as the twittering birds around her

Ms Arunima Chakraborty1st Year Globalisation and Labour

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Is the growth of the informal or unorganized sector always viewed as an alarming trend The term was coined by Keith Hart in his 1971 study on the urban economy of Ghana and during this decade the dominant view as propounded by the Dualist School was that the informal sector comes into existence in developing countries due to over-population and low absorption of labour in the formal sector It is not related to the formal industrial development and would meet its demise when modern industrial growth becomes more inclusive

The Structuralist School which emerged in the 1980s on the other hand viewed the informal sector as inextricably linked to the formal sector-it reduces the input and labour costs of the big businesses by serving as their sub-ordinate economic ad manufacturing units to which work is subcontracted Thus it is the capitalist system of production which makes the unregulated informal sector persist to enhance its own profitability This explains why there has been despite a consistent GDP growth rate of over 65 in the past decade lack of employment generation in the formal sector of India Following the implementa-tion of the LPG (Liberalisation Privatisation Globalisation) model in the early 1990s labour laws were considerably relaxed and as a result the formal sector witnessed capital-intensive growth Employment was generated all right but largely in the informal sector where because of its unregulated nature big firms can employ workers without having any legal obligations to offer them decent wages safe working conditions and social security measures The third school of thought the Legalist School led by economist Hernando Di Sotto tries to explain the rise of the informal sector by the fact that in many countries the process of acquiring legal recognition for business enterprises is expensive and cumbersome

The small entrepreneur naturally finds it more advantageous to operate his unit illegally rath-er than to suffer at the hands of bureaucratic red-tapism Recent studies have revealed that the informal sector tends to expand in a country when it faces economic downturn as had happened in the Asian lsquoTigerrsquo countries during the economic crisis of 1997

The private as well as public firms were downsized or closed and consequently was created a large number of retrenched workers who swarmed to join the informal sector

Thus the informal sector does not exist simply because our housing society bhajiwala( vegetable vendor) and the millions of others like him do not have the requisite skills to participate in the technology-driven competitive lsquoknowledgersquo economy They continue to have such traditional source of livelihood because the formal capitalist economies can thrive only with the support of informal sector Its members do not enjoy fixed hours of work safe working conditions security of employment or wages and any of the benefits for which the working class movement has struggled for over a century now-maternity benefits pension on retirement non-employment of child labour etc there are legal political and economic complexities which have contributed to the expansion of the informal economyhellip

Shoshele was shaken out of her reverie by a sudden noise she turned back to see a red track pants-clad man arguing with the nariyalpani wala over something She overheard the manrsquos agitated voice ldquoYou are a cheat I say How dare you give charge fifteen bucks for so small a coconut It is not worth evenhelliprdquo She looked away Every day the thousands of people all around her-the street peddlers the domestic helps the factory workers the agriculture labourers the road-side dhaba owners et al- struggle against not just poverty but socio-eco-nomic inequality and injustice They struggle for a life of dignity It is high time Shoshele pondered the state accorded them at least that much ldquoBut what about the people When would they learn to recognize the innumerable and affordable services offered by the informal sector

Will Mr Red-track pants ever demand an expla-nation from the manager of a swanky eatery in a posh mall as to why everything is so expensive thererdquo Shoshele felt indignant if her friends had seen her then they would have sworn that she had never seemed more sweaty and pensive before

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I almost rush past to Mumma not past the experience though

As chastity gets implanted and built and nurtured through thread hems fabric length flesh and words until I do not know which precedes what

The discourse in the car pool I travelled got built around flesh and length again amidst coy eyes nudging one another and nibbling nails

Couldnrsquot we have been a little bolder A little little more bold like my friend who wore a dark pink sleeve-less dress on her birthday only to be mutilated by words by us and the nuns alike

So I added colour and loud as an antithesis to chaste I wondered why as the elasticity of the socks loos-ened they always receded down as also did necklines imbibed beliefs and morals and so onAnd on a dull grey day I wonder if it is not simply the force of gravitationhellip

I decide to delve amidst pores of flesh and on to blood bones tissue and other things to recover the im-permeable chasteness until I run vacant and stifled each time being put on medication with anti allergens

I pinch and prick and press hard every bit of my flesh as my cousin runs snuggling her love on the alleys and shores of this city

My twelve institutional years keep running in and out and around and into me as I sit muffled and dumb even on sun coloured days to render them glum

My head dances bedazzled as my friends sway their bodies to the music of the disc ndash as I effort at an overt placidity while my body runs wild

My friends think I must be some sort of a nerd to be wearing socks all the time while I re- discover hem-lines and peripheries constantly snuggling my pillow

I detest my steady retreat into sleep to conceal my powerlessness to run into the sun

Meanwhile my cousin runs loves pains and one day merges into my blue in a white saree (so I think)

Chaste ndash through the yawn of the white cleavage she stands as the nails of her index middle ring and little fingers dig into her palm till I see the deep dense fiery liquid ooze and smack my face

ChasteChaste ndash through the first scuttle and scurry of joining motherrsquos arms at recess as the nuns stop me to lsquopull up my socks up to my kneesrsquo

Ms Sangeeta Roy1st Year Womenrsquos Studies

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When he first came to our house I do not recall But with every subsequent visit he became a part of our lives He brought with him the golden syrup in IMFL bottles which was unlike anything in packed bottles we had had so far But even more than that he would bring with him anecdotes and tales of how he would collect the honey Our favourite was his description of how his nose became the size of a cricket ball when the bees stung him His countless repetitions of the story would leave us in splits never failing to amaze Though at times his wares would not find their way into our home his conversation and stories would linger long after he left Times like these seem so integral to our existence that they seem to last a lifetime Truth is that years pass and we grow up and go our different ways The man grew more wizened and probably a little older The spirit and the routine remained unchanged as ever

As we moved away from Assam letters and phone calls would always find a mention of the honey man and his anecdotes He seemed invincible Till the day my mother told me he had not come for a week As weeks turned to months we resigned to the fact that he had stopped coming altogether maybe foreverLives and geographies changed Today I find myself buying honey packed in attractive bottles off the shelves of supermarkets A golden liquid in a bottle with an ill fitting cap becomes the stuff memories are made of

Till the other day when a friend gives me the same nectar in a plastic bottle with an ill fitting cap A semi urban township a lazy life and a wizened man rush back to me To a man who gave more than what he took I hope you continue to bring joy with your wares and wit wherever you are

Honey and MORE

Ms Arpita DasA wizened man in a spotless white dhoti and cracked shoes

Thatrsquos how I recall my first honey filled moment Literally It was one of the many firsts of my life in semi urban Assam The move from the bus-tling metropolis life to an almost lazy one in an industrial township in Assam had its shares of novelty The honey man was one of those memo-rable first time happenings

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Getting across to the other side of the world is no more the mission of daring explorers Media and communication have made this possible at the click of a button The number of people who connect to the world through the internet is increasing exponentially Blogs and social networks have made it possible to the let the world know about you and your world while you sit back on your personal computer in your own little corner From video conferencing with dear ones across the globe to adding to your bank balance the internet has made ev-erything possible

Yet for one sector in particular engage-ment on blogs and social networks carries special concerns That sector is healthcare Medical societies hospitals pharmaceutical companies and doctors in private practice tend to view social media as fraught with pitfalls But there are great opportunities for those willing to take the plunge Web-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Health informationOne of the most obvious ways that the web and social media are making our lives healthier is in the proliferation of health informationToday health mega-portals like ldquoWebMDrdquo ldquoRevolution Healthrdquo and ldquoYahoo Healthrdquo contain all the information one could possibly want mdash and itrsquos all searchable and available instantly

Self diagnosisBeing able to use the web for self diagnosis is truly revolutionizing the way many of us care for ourselves and how we approach doctor visits Other sites such as ldquorVitardquo which registers qualified medical practitioners to provide health infor-mation and ldquoHakia Healthrdquo which maintains a database of vetted medical information sources help users to make sure the information they are getting online is accurate reliable and medically sound Another web site ldquoOrganizedWisdomrdquo is something like Wikipedia for health but every article is written and reviewed by qualified professionalsFor those more interested in self-diagnosis ldquoDoubleCheckMDrdquo can help you determine if your symptoms are the result of sickness or a medication yoursquore taking or if medications are safe to take at the same time The virtual doctor at ldquoFreeMDrdquo meanwhile will help you to figure out whatrsquos wrong and if you need to visit a doctor

Choosing your doctorChoosing a doctor to visit every time you are ill is an important decision Because medical care is so personal you want to find someone you can trust and with whom you have a good rapport Most people tend to rely on referrals from friends or colleagues when searching out a new doctor

Web sites like ldquoVitalsrdquo and ldquoHealthGradesrdquo both of which provide independent doctor ratings based on a variety of data are making it easier to locate a good doctor by using more information than just their name in the phone book Other sites such as ldquoFindaDocrdquo and ldquoRateMDscom ldquorely more heavily on a consumer rating model meaning you can pick a doctor based on the feelings of your peers

Tweet HealthWeb-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Dr Nidhi MathewMHA (HO) 1st Year

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The web is even making appointment setting easier In addition to providing a database of doctors with consumer reviews ldquoZocDocrdquo also lets you book an appoint-ment with that doctor straight from the Internet It currently works in New York City

Treatment and patient supportThough for most serious conditions you shouldnrsquot rely on the web for diagnosis or care there are a handful of web sites beginning to offer actual medical treat-ment from real doctors ldquoAmerican Wellrdquo for example creates software to facilitate online doctor consultations via a webcam that is currently being used by military service members and their families for web-based psychological evaluations while ldquoBreak-Throughrdquo offers a similar online ser-vice for civilian consumers who want to talk to qualified therapists from home by phone chat video or email UK-based ldquoMyChoiceMDcomrdquo offers a completely online doctor consultation service as wellCreating and enabling support communi-ties online is one area in which social media is perfectly suited Online support group sites like ldquoPatientsLikeMerdquo and ldquoDailyStrengthrdquo offer online discussion groups for people going through a wide variety of medical treatments ailments or conditions ldquoCarePagesrdquo con-nects patients by encouraging them to share their stories through blogging and building support circles among friends family and peersAnother support group site ldquoMedHelprdquo offers a wide variety of personal health applications such as weight addiction blood pressure and cholesterol trackers These plug into the sitersquos social networking and support forums to give patients ways to track their health and progress while they receive support from others going through the same thing

Controlling costsIf proven to be safe and accurate online consultation and self-diagnosis in addition to being an agoraphobersquos dream come true could potentially save a lot of money by reducing overhead costs associated with running a busy office

One way in which the web promises to severely reduce healthcare costs is by digitizing records Record-keeping accounts for a reportedly huge amount of the costs associated with the modern healthcare system yet these records are kept most-ly using archaic technology that is in dire need of modernization Using so-called Personal Health Re-cord (PHR) systems that would allow consumers to access their health records over the web like a credit score and send them anywhere they authorized (to doctors emergency care centers pharmacists etc) promises to revolutionize the way we give and re-ceive care

IssuesThough there are certainly major privacy issues to address PHRs such as ldquoMicrosoft HealthVaultrdquo ldquoGoogle Healthrdquo ldquoWebMD PHRrdquo and ldquoRevolution Health PHRrdquo mean millions of dollars in cost-savings and potentially safer transfer of records to those who need to see them (so that we can assure for example that a patient is never given a medication they have an allergy to)

In conclusion studies show that over half of all ldquoe-patientsrdquo are turning to social media Where-as ldquonon-user generatedrdquo healthcare content is generally based on academic knowledge clinical results and marketing spin social media health-care content is built on patient opinions and personal accounts Therefore over half of ldquoe-patientsrdquo are making healthcare decisions based at least in part on information provided by other patients Social media provides a platform for unsolicited feedback Two other advantages of social media are that conversations are peer-to-peer rather than ldquomoderator-to-consumerrdquo and patients are often afforded a greater level of anonymity in social media The psychological differences between these two scenarios are likely to lead to the expression of more honest opinions

The only social media for healthcare that is effectively functional in India as of date is Health-caremagiccom Though healthcare through social media still has a long way to go in India where affordable healthcare for all is the most pressing issue the hopes are not bleak for its web-literate portion

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Ideology and Ambedkarwhy Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambedkarian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology

Ms Deepika Rose Alex MSW 2nd Year

India hasnrsquot actually produced any revolutionar-ies because of many of the structural constraints that we have By revolution I mean here a radical structural change But in DR BR Ambedkar we can see different colors of radicalism coming together from radical humanism to radical structuralism Ambedkar for a major part of his life was a radical humanist He wanted to liberate the human reason from the chains of Hinduism dominated by samhitas and shastra and to celebrate human dignity When the whole India was fighting against the slavery from British he stood alone against internal slavery that a group of people was undergoing To him Indiarsquos political freedom is useless unless and until it attains social justice inside its boundaries And when India attained her freedom he considered it not indepen-dence but a mere transfer of power from colonizers to a set of internal elites And to him nationalism was the conspiracy of this group to create a myth of India as a nation even in the brain of the slaves of that period dalits It was nationalism without a nation for him Indiarsquos experiences till now have proved it right

He proclaimed his aim is the recovery of human dignity of a group of people who were con-sidered worse than animals by the Brahminical society he was the most learned person of the time and through his careful scrutiny of Vedic literature he arrived at the conclusion that Indiarsquos history is written from the Brahminical perspective and brought into light all the Brahmin conspiracy against shudras women and nature Through his thorough engagement with knowledge he arrived at a point where he defined what an ideal religion should be like His idea of reforming Hindu religion was deconstruction and reconstruction He questioned the base of Hindu religion by rejecting the authority of Vedas and shastras When he felt this transforma-tion canrsquot be possible from within he went outside through the mass conversion to Buddhism

Thus he became a radical structuralist not exactly by creating a dialectical opposite to religion but a parallel structure called Buddhism against the existing oppressive structure of Hinduism He was a mass leader the great human right activist subaltern historian and enlightened man that India has ever seen His fight was for human dignityIf this is the case then why Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambed-karian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology Is it that Marxism and Weberism are a safer shelter when people talks about ideologies Do they have a clear reason why they are Marxist is it that they adopt a Marxist label because they feel itrsquos something western and intellectual and so it is elitist I argue that many dalits who claims themselves as Ambedkarites do so because they are dalits and they havenrsquot understood Ambed-karian ideology outside the casteist framework from a humanist perspective and the non dalits rejects Ambedkarism also for the same reason I agree to the fact that Ambedkar is the only intellect who showed the untouchables a way out of their oppression But his theorizations had the potential to be a universal critical perspective just like Marxism There are many misinterpretations that have been prevalent all these yearsWhat does the word Dalit mean Yes it meant bro-ken But itrsquos not the case now Dalit the term has a revolutionary assertion associated with it it means disagreeing and delineating oneself from the elitism From the dominant ideology From the oppressors In that sense the term Dalit is not only associated with the so called lower castes although the con-cept is a challenge to Brahmanism Dalit is a word that reflects the multiple voices of the oppressed It is a word that signifies the protestors anyone who dares to challenge the hegemony

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The Brahminical society has a role in stigmatizing the term dalits and also the efforts and ideology of DrAmbedkar As G Alosious says lsquowithin the mainstream social sciences the man is consid-ered as the leader of the Mahar caste at worst and the drafter of constitution at bestkeeping Ambedkar as far away as pos-sible from the sacredsecretive subject of nation and nationalism (many among the intelligentsia would not hesitate considering him even as an anti national)is part and parcel of the overall elite strategy to maintain the dominance of its ideology over knowl-edge-production and knowledge - circulation in this countryrsquo(Aloysius 2009)

Dominant voices made him the messiah of untouchables And Ambedkarian perspective is a perspective untouched A great example is how Ambedkar ideology which is a universal ideol-ogy is prevented from being institutionalized in Indian universi-ties and schools Still Dalit social work is not a part of social work institutes across the country except TISS

But in TISS also while all the critical theories including Marxism femi-nism and postmodernism is taught Ambedkarian perspective which is the most relevant anti-oppressive perspective in Indian context is not taught You are not even in a position to discuss about Ambedkarian per-spective as we donrsquot know it and its potentials

What is needed is an intellectual activism Itrsquos an activism through pen voice and your way of life and thinking Ambedkarian ideology is an ideology misinterpreted Every Dalit should be able to proclaim loudly that she is a Dalit understanding what is the meaning of the term Your caste is not the only aspect that is making you a Dalit Your experiences your attitude and your courage make you a Dalit Ambedkarian ideology is your ideology not only because you belong to a particular caste but also you believe in equity Because you are evolving and liberating yourself from the hegemony You have the courage to stand against the dominant voice

( mosquitoes )

The other day I was at a coffee shop drinking coffee and silently waiting for ideas to catch me It was good coffee and the sun was lazy so I was willing to indulge their absence Besides I had money for a change How long can a good morning last Before long I heard an electric crack The fly catcher had caught a mosquito My scalp prickled Where there is one there are bound to be others A crazed brood out for psychological blood I think they know their power I am convinced they know the potency of their whine otherwise why do they fly around your ear If it was food they were after a quick swoop and a suck ought to have satiated them I would never grudge them their nutrition itrsquos the whine I object to

I want to reach for my hair and tear them out when I hear ithellip

I shifted to another table but it was futile The mosquitoes entered like a swarm and smoth-ered the tiny place I pushed back my chair struggled with my wallet and ran for the door Beads of sweat dotted my middle-aged brow Out on the pavement the sun was suddenly too hot and there were suddenly too many people Nobody seemed to mind the mosquitoes except for meThey were blackening the horizon like clouds of locusts I had seen on TV The skin became tight against my throat and I couldnrsquot breathe I gasped and gagged and staggered past people carrying umbrellas and children Shield the children I wanted to squeak The mosquitoes are coming

The mosquitoes are cominghellipThe mosquitoes are cominghellip

As it so happens mosquitoes bother me I am not one of them who can absently swat at one of them irritating buggers and flip the page in the same motion I start up when I hear the whine in my ear wildly slap at it and nurse my coffee waiting to hear it approach again I cannot concentrate when there are mosqui-toes around me I cannot sleep if I see a mosquito in the vicinityPeople are scared of snakes I fear mosquitoes

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 3: Unmaad 2010

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tiss ANNUAL MAGAZINEunmaad lsquo09

02 EDITORIAL

MESSAGES03 Director tiSS 04 Dean StuDentrsquoS affairS

05 THE WALL

06 THE QUIRKY PEOPLE IN MY LIFE 07 THE INVISIBLE MEN AND WOMEN 09 CHASTE

10 HONEY AND MORE

11 TWEET HEALTH

13 IDEOLOGY AND AMBEDKAR

14 MOSQUITOES

15 RANDOM OBSERVATION AND REFLECTIONS ON TRANSPORT SERVICE DELIVERY

19 THE GENESIS OF POLITICAL MOVEMENT IN TRIPURA

20 SILENT LUCIDITY

23 OPINIONSFEEDBACKS ON STUDENTrsquoS UNION ELECTION

27 INTERDISCIPLINARY ACTION FOR BETTER IMPLEMENTATION

29 THE TREK

30 THE RIOT-CONTROL VEHICLE

31 TO THE RESERVOIR

33 TAPOSH

36 THE BUTTERFLIES OF OUR TIMES

38 THE BOY WHO SOLD THE BOTTLE OF PICKLE

40 POETRY SECTION

41 MY WISHES

42 STRAIGHT FROM THE SOUL

43 MY GREATEST POSSESSION

44 SLEEP MA SLEEP

45 SAMEEKSHA

45 INDIAN SUMMER

46 THE MONLIT PARADE

47 CARNIVALERQUE

48 A COMMUNE WITH DIGNITY

49 BLACK BOOTS

49 THE MANGO TREE

50 I WAS BORN IN THE JUNGLE

53 HINDI SECTION

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Before we begin the pertinent question is why a new magazine The answer is simple We have a brand new and fresh (Love the smell of new paper) magazine because if the old one has lost its potency to represent our view ideals and madness It has been a true friend for a year now and now itrsquos time to bid goodbye Given how opinionated we all are and the range of topics that cap-ture our imaginations we need a mouthpiece to voice some of those remarks brickbats and con-cerns of national environmental and individual interests that flitter around campus every passing moment waiting to find its way into print The fact that we the members of the (often ignored) literary society ramble on is easily exhibited here since we still havenrsquot yet answered the primary question why a new magazine with an old name Well thatrsquos because we consider the name Unmaad to be very sophisticated and cultured and reminiscent of our time spent here in TISS

TS Eliot once said ldquoAnxiety is the hand maiden of creativityrdquo We the denizens of the Tata Institute of Social Sciences do not really disagree with Mr Thomas Stearns Eliot but quietly associate our creativity with something a little less subtle than anxiety Our creativity draws it driving force out of our madness Letrsquos face it we truly are a crazy lot Obviously in our case we choose to shine on as the crazy diamonds of the past Unmaad 2010 is a tribute to all the madness and all the craziness that we TISSians brew into our lives Unmaad is about happiness ndash more passionate than anger more life changing than serenity more potent than courage more wonder than magic

The fact finding mission that we embarked on in the introductory paragraph is essentially a representation of the underlying motif of this yearrsquos magazine Unmaad 2010 is a tribute to randomness It is a celebration of every random idea or thought that ever crossed your mind It is a tribute to every arbit doodle and every meaningless sketch that you ever drew in class

It is in honour of every Calvin (or Hobbes) quote that ever made profound sense to is We live our lives fighting this inherent randomness because the society around us has somehow managed to sell it to us that the aforementioned things have no value Through Unmaad we make a firm and emphatic statement that everything need not have ldquovaluerdquo and there isnrsquot necessarily one correct way of doing things Thus in the words of the great David Gilmour Unmaad belongs to all the ravers the seers of vision the painters the fighters and the rebels

Unmaad 2010 belongs to the class of 2009 This wonderful bunch of people will step out of the gates of TISS (and not worry about the 1230 curfew) and begin their quest to shape their lives Unmaad 2010 aims to be a snapshot of their days here and maybe forty years down the line they will be proudly browsing through the pages of this magazine as they proud-ly brag to their grandkids about their days of wonder here at TISS Unmaad 2010 belongs to the class of 2009 This bunch has a full year ahead of them and in this period they hope to live a lifetime For them Unmaad aspires to be the Hitchhikersrsquo Guide to the TISS Galaxy

Without much ado (and rambling) please turn over this page and enjoy the randomness happiness and madness of TISS morphed into a creative whole This magazine is about you and more importantly the random in you

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n EDITORIAL

n DIRECTORrsquoS MESSAGE

U n m a a d rsquo 1 00 3

I am honoured to write this message for lsquoUNMAADrsquo the annual magazine brought out by the students of the Tata Institute of Social Sciences Mumbai The magazine provides a platform for the talented TISS Family by showcasing their creativity It also reflects on the experiences and achievements of our students thereby giving us a glimpse of the bright futures that our students have

In addition to very demanding curriculum the students organized academic festivals around a set of critical concerns of their respective programme of study The students mobilized resources brought eminent scholars and activists as speakers and provided an opportunity for students from other schools in the country to participate in the festivals

During 2009ndash10 the students organized following festivals bull Manzar by the students of Development Studies bull Manthan by the students of Human Resources Management and Industrial Relations bull Sameeksha by the students of School of Social Work bull Clairvoyance was organised by the students of School of Health System Studies bull Cut In - video festival by the students of Centre of Media and Cultural Studies

The TISS attracts and works with some of the most conscientious and committed bright young people in the country This volume of UNMAAD epitomizes their life at TISS during the academic year 2009ndash10 It truly celebrates the spirit of freedom and success in spite of the difficulties and challenges faced

I commend the editorial team for bringing out this volume with the limited time and resources available to them I wish all the success to the students staff and faculty of TISS and hope they will strive for excellence in the years to come

I also extend my very best wishes for the success of lsquoUNMAADrsquo

S Parasuraman Mumbai March 2010Director

Dear students

This is the fourth year in succession that the student magazine UNMAAD is being brought out Despite a hectic schedule of classes year end assign-ments and evaluations I appreciate the efforts of the Students Union (2009-2010)and specially the Literary Secretary Anwesha Dutta for giving time and commitment towards this venture

It has been an eventful year where the Institute and the student body together have faced several challenges We have worked closely together on issues ranging from accommodation and financial aid for students to monitoring the health situation during the swine flue scare I have to say that it is a source of great satisfaction to me that in the role I play with the students I meet several genuine and upright individuals with their hearts and intellect in the right place

In this magazine I wish to contribute a poem by a faculty who I met in one of my workshops in Dibrugarh Assam My brief interaction with her encouraged me to think that with a faculty like her young people are in safe hands

It is once again that time of the year when the summer heat is upon us and also the time of the year when we bid farewell to the batch of 2008-2010From the Office of Studentsrsquo Affairs we wish you all the best and hope that all of you will find your feet in the world outside in your chosen vocations As always we will be happy to welcome you back as our alumni

Good luck to all of you

Prof Nasreen RustomframDean Studentsrsquo Affairs

n DEAN STUDENTrsquoS AFFAIRS MESSAGE

U n m a a d lsquo 1 00 4

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The WallEvery day on her way to college she heard him talk

Through the hole in the wall she heard him A disembodied voice talking about the weather an advertisement in the local paper last eveningrsquos dance recitalhellip

She would pause by the wall and lose herself in the melody of his voice It wasnrsquot a musical voice neither was it a stage voice it was just a voice that immediately went to onersquos heart It held the quality of suggestion and in it she caught glimpses of herself It was these daily sessions that transported her to a plane of existence she had been hitherto unaware of and was now addicted to

For some reason he was her secret She did not share the story of the magical voice with her friends or family She half thought she would be forbid-den to walk that route again if the elders at home realised she was falling in love with an idea

It went on like this for a year The listener and the speaker one unaware of the othercommunicating as only stranger friends can do Sometimes she wondered why she did not step around the corner and show herselfOther times she would be horrified at herself for even thinking of such a thing

The listening sessions had drawn for her a picture of him in her mind Every word would be a like a piece of a puzzle as intangible as a wisp of smoke She thought she had the last few pieces in place when suddenly one day he wasnrsquot there anymore

She tried to hold her anxiety but when he failed to appear for the next two days she finally stepped around the wall

ldquoWhere did he gordquo she asked the first person she ran into ldquoThe man who sat here day after dayrdquo

ldquoOh himrdquo came the answering grunt ldquoHersquos gonerdquoAnd she could get nothing more out of the man She tried speaking to the fruit seller the flower seller but they were all reluctant to talk to her Feeling sick with disappointment she turned to go

ldquoHeyrdquo came a hissed voice a childrsquos voice ldquoYou want to know about the man I can tell you Come with merdquo

She followed the voice to a narrow alleyway where she was guided to a makeshift home

ldquoYou want to know about him Hersquos gone I know you You would listen to him talk every day I listened too to you and him He knew you were here as well your shadow used to fall around the corner He made it a point to find newer and newer things to talk aboutrdquo

She didnrsquot know what to say

ldquoHe knew I listened Who is he What does he do Where is he nowrdquo

The child laughed ldquoOf course he knew He knew many things Hersquos gone now He just left I asked him but he didnrsquot tell me whyrdquo

ldquoWhy did he never ask me to stop listeningrdquo

The child laughed again ldquoYou mean why did he never talk to you ldquoFor the same reason that you never spoke to him of courserdquo

ldquoWhat do you meanrdquo

ldquoHersquos got leprosy hasnrsquot he Hersquos a leper You were disgusted by him too werenrsquot yourdquo

Now it was her turn to laugh as she got up to leave curiously happy

ldquoIrsquom blind you silly child I donrsquot even know what leprosy looks likerdquo

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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The Quirky People In My LifeLooking out of the bus on my way to college today I got thinking about the quirky people in my life Here are a few for you

Rishie is the sweetest soul on earth he would invite all the lonely people on earth and befriend them-and he does that irrespective of the fact whether they want to befriendedWhen you meet him even if it is after a decade you receive the same warm welcome deserving of a bosom chum- the only problem is that he greets the drivers the shop assistants the various handymen and women in his life similarlyhellip making you wonderhellipPeople have several complains in lifehelliphis generally is lsquoso and so refused to be his guestrsquo Even though you desire his com-pany you would put it off if that particular day you arenrsquot in an exuberant mood

Smita is another one If you ever intend to get your message across speak the opposite If you complain about the health-care system shersquoll have ten ready statements opposing you If you dare speak against the maid shersquoll make you feel guilty in a couple of minutes The moment you begin cribbing about life be assured yoursquoll discover two hundred new reasons to start living with full vigor When people say its cold and dipping mercury points to same shersquoll venture out in her sexiest clothing And expect her to come dressed up as a Saudi woman meeting the religious police - for a beach party

Shalini is another character who is the living example of the proverb lsquochirag tale andherarsquo Shersquoll go out of her way to help someone never mind her own work never got done in the process and that it inconvenienced you too

Her free car-service is always ready - if you need to go some place urgently itrsquos a given that you take the public transport-the family vehicle is ferrying somebody else somewhere on the planet At her parties there are always more guests than either space or food as a direct consequence of being her kin you are the one who goes to bed hungry while gate crashers enjoy She is so busy taking care of the world that you are quietly taking care of her work (and getting no credit in return)

Rohan is the perfect fighter itrsquos his birthright to fight with the world verbally or physically Well to show his strength what else You walk on the road and meet ten people who give you menacing looks you wonder what has happened A tug at memory strings remindsyou that these are the new folks Rohan has been trying out his macho skills in the past week Irsquoll make more enemies in this world due to this brother of mine than make friends courtesy my skills

Ravi looks at only two things-the mirror and the fairer sex Hersquos been chided by parents innumerable times for the former and received innumerable injuries both men-tal and physical for the latter He says he is inspired by lsquoArjunrsquo in Mahabharat ndashhersquos not ever going to lose focus And since hersquos too young to settle down anytime in the near future I foresee another year of bruises and battering at the hands of boyfriends brothers fathers et al

I donrsquot know what I would do without these people in my life hellipfor starters begin living peacefully

Ms Swati Jha MPH 1st Year

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After all not every morning does she manage to wake up early enough to go for walks though she resolves to do so every night She hummed a tune and jogged along the empty avenue towards the park That is where she told herself I shall stroll for sometimes and then head back home to get ready for college As the dim amber marquee hanging overhead gradually turned azure the Chembur streets unfamiliar in their desolation began to regain their usual bustling air People ubiquitous and nondescript started populating the thorough-fares lsquoHow short-lived was the romantic quietude of the placersquo she sighed and nonchalantly jogged onhellip

By the time she reached her destination she was panting with fatigue and collapsing on the bench wondering if she should return home But she scolded herself ldquoExhausted or lazy this is how I perpetually feel Can I try being a little ac-tive for a changerdquo She looked around ndash there were people in the park who were jogging vigorously or exercising frantically or walking briskly and even sauntering dreamily She would join them in a moment she told herself and continued to sit in the not-so-comfortable bench

As her gaze moved around the park she discovered that there were other people there apart from the fitness enthusiasts People who were there for reasons other than her own-who were there to sell wares There was a nariyal pani wala who was doing brisk business with many health freaks crowding around him to have the revitalizing drink She thought of queuing up there too when she smelt the appetizing aroma of fried vada yes an idli-vada seller was there at the park too There was a tea-vendor and a woman who was sweeping away the dead leaves and other garbage Shoshele looked out through the grills of the park-she no longer saw merely crowded streets populated by nondescript people

She saw newspaper vendors peddling their bicycles vegetable-hawkers and men with piles of bricks on their heads who probably were labourers at some nearby construction sites As she sat on the park bench riveted by the sights which suddenly seemed to have emerged before her she found herself recollecting the words of her professor ldquoThe informal sector is not invisible It is there all around us we interact with its players every day yet we chose not to notice the mammoth thriving structurerdquo True in a sprawling metropolis like Mumbai we notice with admiration posh sky-scrappers glittering shopping malls and swanky eateries And we see-or chose not to see-dingy squalid streets where we assume poverty and deprivation thrive How many of us she asked herself think of the millions who battle every day on Mumbai avenues and alleys to make a decent living They look neither malnourished and grimy nor chic and affluent and hence rarely ever catch our attention They along with their counterparts all over the country constitute 93 of Indiarsquos work-ing population-they who are the informal sector workers Shoshelersquos mind once again plunged into reveries the numerous theories which she had read on causes of growth and characteristics of the informal sector now jostled for attention in her headhellip

The term Informal sector generally denotes-despite conflicting opinions regarding its defining features-the wide gamut of economic activities which are not legally regulated or rec-ognized and workers who do not enjoy any form of protected employment relations Its compo-nents can broadly be divided into two categories- the self employed who run small enterprises with varied amounts of capital investment and the wage workers who enjoy neither wage nor employment security and protection

The Invisible Men and WomenAt 7orsquoclock on a balmy Sunday morning Shoshele went for a morning walk to her neighbourhood park She was feeling as fresh as the invigorating cool breeze of the twilight hour and as cheerful as the twittering birds around her

Ms Arunima Chakraborty1st Year Globalisation and Labour

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Is the growth of the informal or unorganized sector always viewed as an alarming trend The term was coined by Keith Hart in his 1971 study on the urban economy of Ghana and during this decade the dominant view as propounded by the Dualist School was that the informal sector comes into existence in developing countries due to over-population and low absorption of labour in the formal sector It is not related to the formal industrial development and would meet its demise when modern industrial growth becomes more inclusive

The Structuralist School which emerged in the 1980s on the other hand viewed the informal sector as inextricably linked to the formal sector-it reduces the input and labour costs of the big businesses by serving as their sub-ordinate economic ad manufacturing units to which work is subcontracted Thus it is the capitalist system of production which makes the unregulated informal sector persist to enhance its own profitability This explains why there has been despite a consistent GDP growth rate of over 65 in the past decade lack of employment generation in the formal sector of India Following the implementa-tion of the LPG (Liberalisation Privatisation Globalisation) model in the early 1990s labour laws were considerably relaxed and as a result the formal sector witnessed capital-intensive growth Employment was generated all right but largely in the informal sector where because of its unregulated nature big firms can employ workers without having any legal obligations to offer them decent wages safe working conditions and social security measures The third school of thought the Legalist School led by economist Hernando Di Sotto tries to explain the rise of the informal sector by the fact that in many countries the process of acquiring legal recognition for business enterprises is expensive and cumbersome

The small entrepreneur naturally finds it more advantageous to operate his unit illegally rath-er than to suffer at the hands of bureaucratic red-tapism Recent studies have revealed that the informal sector tends to expand in a country when it faces economic downturn as had happened in the Asian lsquoTigerrsquo countries during the economic crisis of 1997

The private as well as public firms were downsized or closed and consequently was created a large number of retrenched workers who swarmed to join the informal sector

Thus the informal sector does not exist simply because our housing society bhajiwala( vegetable vendor) and the millions of others like him do not have the requisite skills to participate in the technology-driven competitive lsquoknowledgersquo economy They continue to have such traditional source of livelihood because the formal capitalist economies can thrive only with the support of informal sector Its members do not enjoy fixed hours of work safe working conditions security of employment or wages and any of the benefits for which the working class movement has struggled for over a century now-maternity benefits pension on retirement non-employment of child labour etc there are legal political and economic complexities which have contributed to the expansion of the informal economyhellip

Shoshele was shaken out of her reverie by a sudden noise she turned back to see a red track pants-clad man arguing with the nariyalpani wala over something She overheard the manrsquos agitated voice ldquoYou are a cheat I say How dare you give charge fifteen bucks for so small a coconut It is not worth evenhelliprdquo She looked away Every day the thousands of people all around her-the street peddlers the domestic helps the factory workers the agriculture labourers the road-side dhaba owners et al- struggle against not just poverty but socio-eco-nomic inequality and injustice They struggle for a life of dignity It is high time Shoshele pondered the state accorded them at least that much ldquoBut what about the people When would they learn to recognize the innumerable and affordable services offered by the informal sector

Will Mr Red-track pants ever demand an expla-nation from the manager of a swanky eatery in a posh mall as to why everything is so expensive thererdquo Shoshele felt indignant if her friends had seen her then they would have sworn that she had never seemed more sweaty and pensive before

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I almost rush past to Mumma not past the experience though

As chastity gets implanted and built and nurtured through thread hems fabric length flesh and words until I do not know which precedes what

The discourse in the car pool I travelled got built around flesh and length again amidst coy eyes nudging one another and nibbling nails

Couldnrsquot we have been a little bolder A little little more bold like my friend who wore a dark pink sleeve-less dress on her birthday only to be mutilated by words by us and the nuns alike

So I added colour and loud as an antithesis to chaste I wondered why as the elasticity of the socks loos-ened they always receded down as also did necklines imbibed beliefs and morals and so onAnd on a dull grey day I wonder if it is not simply the force of gravitationhellip

I decide to delve amidst pores of flesh and on to blood bones tissue and other things to recover the im-permeable chasteness until I run vacant and stifled each time being put on medication with anti allergens

I pinch and prick and press hard every bit of my flesh as my cousin runs snuggling her love on the alleys and shores of this city

My twelve institutional years keep running in and out and around and into me as I sit muffled and dumb even on sun coloured days to render them glum

My head dances bedazzled as my friends sway their bodies to the music of the disc ndash as I effort at an overt placidity while my body runs wild

My friends think I must be some sort of a nerd to be wearing socks all the time while I re- discover hem-lines and peripheries constantly snuggling my pillow

I detest my steady retreat into sleep to conceal my powerlessness to run into the sun

Meanwhile my cousin runs loves pains and one day merges into my blue in a white saree (so I think)

Chaste ndash through the yawn of the white cleavage she stands as the nails of her index middle ring and little fingers dig into her palm till I see the deep dense fiery liquid ooze and smack my face

ChasteChaste ndash through the first scuttle and scurry of joining motherrsquos arms at recess as the nuns stop me to lsquopull up my socks up to my kneesrsquo

Ms Sangeeta Roy1st Year Womenrsquos Studies

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When he first came to our house I do not recall But with every subsequent visit he became a part of our lives He brought with him the golden syrup in IMFL bottles which was unlike anything in packed bottles we had had so far But even more than that he would bring with him anecdotes and tales of how he would collect the honey Our favourite was his description of how his nose became the size of a cricket ball when the bees stung him His countless repetitions of the story would leave us in splits never failing to amaze Though at times his wares would not find their way into our home his conversation and stories would linger long after he left Times like these seem so integral to our existence that they seem to last a lifetime Truth is that years pass and we grow up and go our different ways The man grew more wizened and probably a little older The spirit and the routine remained unchanged as ever

As we moved away from Assam letters and phone calls would always find a mention of the honey man and his anecdotes He seemed invincible Till the day my mother told me he had not come for a week As weeks turned to months we resigned to the fact that he had stopped coming altogether maybe foreverLives and geographies changed Today I find myself buying honey packed in attractive bottles off the shelves of supermarkets A golden liquid in a bottle with an ill fitting cap becomes the stuff memories are made of

Till the other day when a friend gives me the same nectar in a plastic bottle with an ill fitting cap A semi urban township a lazy life and a wizened man rush back to me To a man who gave more than what he took I hope you continue to bring joy with your wares and wit wherever you are

Honey and MORE

Ms Arpita DasA wizened man in a spotless white dhoti and cracked shoes

Thatrsquos how I recall my first honey filled moment Literally It was one of the many firsts of my life in semi urban Assam The move from the bus-tling metropolis life to an almost lazy one in an industrial township in Assam had its shares of novelty The honey man was one of those memo-rable first time happenings

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Getting across to the other side of the world is no more the mission of daring explorers Media and communication have made this possible at the click of a button The number of people who connect to the world through the internet is increasing exponentially Blogs and social networks have made it possible to the let the world know about you and your world while you sit back on your personal computer in your own little corner From video conferencing with dear ones across the globe to adding to your bank balance the internet has made ev-erything possible

Yet for one sector in particular engage-ment on blogs and social networks carries special concerns That sector is healthcare Medical societies hospitals pharmaceutical companies and doctors in private practice tend to view social media as fraught with pitfalls But there are great opportunities for those willing to take the plunge Web-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Health informationOne of the most obvious ways that the web and social media are making our lives healthier is in the proliferation of health informationToday health mega-portals like ldquoWebMDrdquo ldquoRevolution Healthrdquo and ldquoYahoo Healthrdquo contain all the information one could possibly want mdash and itrsquos all searchable and available instantly

Self diagnosisBeing able to use the web for self diagnosis is truly revolutionizing the way many of us care for ourselves and how we approach doctor visits Other sites such as ldquorVitardquo which registers qualified medical practitioners to provide health infor-mation and ldquoHakia Healthrdquo which maintains a database of vetted medical information sources help users to make sure the information they are getting online is accurate reliable and medically sound Another web site ldquoOrganizedWisdomrdquo is something like Wikipedia for health but every article is written and reviewed by qualified professionalsFor those more interested in self-diagnosis ldquoDoubleCheckMDrdquo can help you determine if your symptoms are the result of sickness or a medication yoursquore taking or if medications are safe to take at the same time The virtual doctor at ldquoFreeMDrdquo meanwhile will help you to figure out whatrsquos wrong and if you need to visit a doctor

Choosing your doctorChoosing a doctor to visit every time you are ill is an important decision Because medical care is so personal you want to find someone you can trust and with whom you have a good rapport Most people tend to rely on referrals from friends or colleagues when searching out a new doctor

Web sites like ldquoVitalsrdquo and ldquoHealthGradesrdquo both of which provide independent doctor ratings based on a variety of data are making it easier to locate a good doctor by using more information than just their name in the phone book Other sites such as ldquoFindaDocrdquo and ldquoRateMDscom ldquorely more heavily on a consumer rating model meaning you can pick a doctor based on the feelings of your peers

Tweet HealthWeb-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Dr Nidhi MathewMHA (HO) 1st Year

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The web is even making appointment setting easier In addition to providing a database of doctors with consumer reviews ldquoZocDocrdquo also lets you book an appoint-ment with that doctor straight from the Internet It currently works in New York City

Treatment and patient supportThough for most serious conditions you shouldnrsquot rely on the web for diagnosis or care there are a handful of web sites beginning to offer actual medical treat-ment from real doctors ldquoAmerican Wellrdquo for example creates software to facilitate online doctor consultations via a webcam that is currently being used by military service members and their families for web-based psychological evaluations while ldquoBreak-Throughrdquo offers a similar online ser-vice for civilian consumers who want to talk to qualified therapists from home by phone chat video or email UK-based ldquoMyChoiceMDcomrdquo offers a completely online doctor consultation service as wellCreating and enabling support communi-ties online is one area in which social media is perfectly suited Online support group sites like ldquoPatientsLikeMerdquo and ldquoDailyStrengthrdquo offer online discussion groups for people going through a wide variety of medical treatments ailments or conditions ldquoCarePagesrdquo con-nects patients by encouraging them to share their stories through blogging and building support circles among friends family and peersAnother support group site ldquoMedHelprdquo offers a wide variety of personal health applications such as weight addiction blood pressure and cholesterol trackers These plug into the sitersquos social networking and support forums to give patients ways to track their health and progress while they receive support from others going through the same thing

Controlling costsIf proven to be safe and accurate online consultation and self-diagnosis in addition to being an agoraphobersquos dream come true could potentially save a lot of money by reducing overhead costs associated with running a busy office

One way in which the web promises to severely reduce healthcare costs is by digitizing records Record-keeping accounts for a reportedly huge amount of the costs associated with the modern healthcare system yet these records are kept most-ly using archaic technology that is in dire need of modernization Using so-called Personal Health Re-cord (PHR) systems that would allow consumers to access their health records over the web like a credit score and send them anywhere they authorized (to doctors emergency care centers pharmacists etc) promises to revolutionize the way we give and re-ceive care

IssuesThough there are certainly major privacy issues to address PHRs such as ldquoMicrosoft HealthVaultrdquo ldquoGoogle Healthrdquo ldquoWebMD PHRrdquo and ldquoRevolution Health PHRrdquo mean millions of dollars in cost-savings and potentially safer transfer of records to those who need to see them (so that we can assure for example that a patient is never given a medication they have an allergy to)

In conclusion studies show that over half of all ldquoe-patientsrdquo are turning to social media Where-as ldquonon-user generatedrdquo healthcare content is generally based on academic knowledge clinical results and marketing spin social media health-care content is built on patient opinions and personal accounts Therefore over half of ldquoe-patientsrdquo are making healthcare decisions based at least in part on information provided by other patients Social media provides a platform for unsolicited feedback Two other advantages of social media are that conversations are peer-to-peer rather than ldquomoderator-to-consumerrdquo and patients are often afforded a greater level of anonymity in social media The psychological differences between these two scenarios are likely to lead to the expression of more honest opinions

The only social media for healthcare that is effectively functional in India as of date is Health-caremagiccom Though healthcare through social media still has a long way to go in India where affordable healthcare for all is the most pressing issue the hopes are not bleak for its web-literate portion

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Ideology and Ambedkarwhy Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambedkarian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology

Ms Deepika Rose Alex MSW 2nd Year

India hasnrsquot actually produced any revolutionar-ies because of many of the structural constraints that we have By revolution I mean here a radical structural change But in DR BR Ambedkar we can see different colors of radicalism coming together from radical humanism to radical structuralism Ambedkar for a major part of his life was a radical humanist He wanted to liberate the human reason from the chains of Hinduism dominated by samhitas and shastra and to celebrate human dignity When the whole India was fighting against the slavery from British he stood alone against internal slavery that a group of people was undergoing To him Indiarsquos political freedom is useless unless and until it attains social justice inside its boundaries And when India attained her freedom he considered it not indepen-dence but a mere transfer of power from colonizers to a set of internal elites And to him nationalism was the conspiracy of this group to create a myth of India as a nation even in the brain of the slaves of that period dalits It was nationalism without a nation for him Indiarsquos experiences till now have proved it right

He proclaimed his aim is the recovery of human dignity of a group of people who were con-sidered worse than animals by the Brahminical society he was the most learned person of the time and through his careful scrutiny of Vedic literature he arrived at the conclusion that Indiarsquos history is written from the Brahminical perspective and brought into light all the Brahmin conspiracy against shudras women and nature Through his thorough engagement with knowledge he arrived at a point where he defined what an ideal religion should be like His idea of reforming Hindu religion was deconstruction and reconstruction He questioned the base of Hindu religion by rejecting the authority of Vedas and shastras When he felt this transforma-tion canrsquot be possible from within he went outside through the mass conversion to Buddhism

Thus he became a radical structuralist not exactly by creating a dialectical opposite to religion but a parallel structure called Buddhism against the existing oppressive structure of Hinduism He was a mass leader the great human right activist subaltern historian and enlightened man that India has ever seen His fight was for human dignityIf this is the case then why Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambed-karian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology Is it that Marxism and Weberism are a safer shelter when people talks about ideologies Do they have a clear reason why they are Marxist is it that they adopt a Marxist label because they feel itrsquos something western and intellectual and so it is elitist I argue that many dalits who claims themselves as Ambedkarites do so because they are dalits and they havenrsquot understood Ambed-karian ideology outside the casteist framework from a humanist perspective and the non dalits rejects Ambedkarism also for the same reason I agree to the fact that Ambedkar is the only intellect who showed the untouchables a way out of their oppression But his theorizations had the potential to be a universal critical perspective just like Marxism There are many misinterpretations that have been prevalent all these yearsWhat does the word Dalit mean Yes it meant bro-ken But itrsquos not the case now Dalit the term has a revolutionary assertion associated with it it means disagreeing and delineating oneself from the elitism From the dominant ideology From the oppressors In that sense the term Dalit is not only associated with the so called lower castes although the con-cept is a challenge to Brahmanism Dalit is a word that reflects the multiple voices of the oppressed It is a word that signifies the protestors anyone who dares to challenge the hegemony

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The Brahminical society has a role in stigmatizing the term dalits and also the efforts and ideology of DrAmbedkar As G Alosious says lsquowithin the mainstream social sciences the man is consid-ered as the leader of the Mahar caste at worst and the drafter of constitution at bestkeeping Ambedkar as far away as pos-sible from the sacredsecretive subject of nation and nationalism (many among the intelligentsia would not hesitate considering him even as an anti national)is part and parcel of the overall elite strategy to maintain the dominance of its ideology over knowl-edge-production and knowledge - circulation in this countryrsquo(Aloysius 2009)

Dominant voices made him the messiah of untouchables And Ambedkarian perspective is a perspective untouched A great example is how Ambedkar ideology which is a universal ideol-ogy is prevented from being institutionalized in Indian universi-ties and schools Still Dalit social work is not a part of social work institutes across the country except TISS

But in TISS also while all the critical theories including Marxism femi-nism and postmodernism is taught Ambedkarian perspective which is the most relevant anti-oppressive perspective in Indian context is not taught You are not even in a position to discuss about Ambedkarian per-spective as we donrsquot know it and its potentials

What is needed is an intellectual activism Itrsquos an activism through pen voice and your way of life and thinking Ambedkarian ideology is an ideology misinterpreted Every Dalit should be able to proclaim loudly that she is a Dalit understanding what is the meaning of the term Your caste is not the only aspect that is making you a Dalit Your experiences your attitude and your courage make you a Dalit Ambedkarian ideology is your ideology not only because you belong to a particular caste but also you believe in equity Because you are evolving and liberating yourself from the hegemony You have the courage to stand against the dominant voice

( mosquitoes )

The other day I was at a coffee shop drinking coffee and silently waiting for ideas to catch me It was good coffee and the sun was lazy so I was willing to indulge their absence Besides I had money for a change How long can a good morning last Before long I heard an electric crack The fly catcher had caught a mosquito My scalp prickled Where there is one there are bound to be others A crazed brood out for psychological blood I think they know their power I am convinced they know the potency of their whine otherwise why do they fly around your ear If it was food they were after a quick swoop and a suck ought to have satiated them I would never grudge them their nutrition itrsquos the whine I object to

I want to reach for my hair and tear them out when I hear ithellip

I shifted to another table but it was futile The mosquitoes entered like a swarm and smoth-ered the tiny place I pushed back my chair struggled with my wallet and ran for the door Beads of sweat dotted my middle-aged brow Out on the pavement the sun was suddenly too hot and there were suddenly too many people Nobody seemed to mind the mosquitoes except for meThey were blackening the horizon like clouds of locusts I had seen on TV The skin became tight against my throat and I couldnrsquot breathe I gasped and gagged and staggered past people carrying umbrellas and children Shield the children I wanted to squeak The mosquitoes are coming

The mosquitoes are cominghellipThe mosquitoes are cominghellip

As it so happens mosquitoes bother me I am not one of them who can absently swat at one of them irritating buggers and flip the page in the same motion I start up when I hear the whine in my ear wildly slap at it and nurse my coffee waiting to hear it approach again I cannot concentrate when there are mosqui-toes around me I cannot sleep if I see a mosquito in the vicinityPeople are scared of snakes I fear mosquitoes

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

t

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 4: Unmaad 2010

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Before we begin the pertinent question is why a new magazine The answer is simple We have a brand new and fresh (Love the smell of new paper) magazine because if the old one has lost its potency to represent our view ideals and madness It has been a true friend for a year now and now itrsquos time to bid goodbye Given how opinionated we all are and the range of topics that cap-ture our imaginations we need a mouthpiece to voice some of those remarks brickbats and con-cerns of national environmental and individual interests that flitter around campus every passing moment waiting to find its way into print The fact that we the members of the (often ignored) literary society ramble on is easily exhibited here since we still havenrsquot yet answered the primary question why a new magazine with an old name Well thatrsquos because we consider the name Unmaad to be very sophisticated and cultured and reminiscent of our time spent here in TISS

TS Eliot once said ldquoAnxiety is the hand maiden of creativityrdquo We the denizens of the Tata Institute of Social Sciences do not really disagree with Mr Thomas Stearns Eliot but quietly associate our creativity with something a little less subtle than anxiety Our creativity draws it driving force out of our madness Letrsquos face it we truly are a crazy lot Obviously in our case we choose to shine on as the crazy diamonds of the past Unmaad 2010 is a tribute to all the madness and all the craziness that we TISSians brew into our lives Unmaad is about happiness ndash more passionate than anger more life changing than serenity more potent than courage more wonder than magic

The fact finding mission that we embarked on in the introductory paragraph is essentially a representation of the underlying motif of this yearrsquos magazine Unmaad 2010 is a tribute to randomness It is a celebration of every random idea or thought that ever crossed your mind It is a tribute to every arbit doodle and every meaningless sketch that you ever drew in class

It is in honour of every Calvin (or Hobbes) quote that ever made profound sense to is We live our lives fighting this inherent randomness because the society around us has somehow managed to sell it to us that the aforementioned things have no value Through Unmaad we make a firm and emphatic statement that everything need not have ldquovaluerdquo and there isnrsquot necessarily one correct way of doing things Thus in the words of the great David Gilmour Unmaad belongs to all the ravers the seers of vision the painters the fighters and the rebels

Unmaad 2010 belongs to the class of 2009 This wonderful bunch of people will step out of the gates of TISS (and not worry about the 1230 curfew) and begin their quest to shape their lives Unmaad 2010 aims to be a snapshot of their days here and maybe forty years down the line they will be proudly browsing through the pages of this magazine as they proud-ly brag to their grandkids about their days of wonder here at TISS Unmaad 2010 belongs to the class of 2009 This bunch has a full year ahead of them and in this period they hope to live a lifetime For them Unmaad aspires to be the Hitchhikersrsquo Guide to the TISS Galaxy

Without much ado (and rambling) please turn over this page and enjoy the randomness happiness and madness of TISS morphed into a creative whole This magazine is about you and more importantly the random in you

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n EDITORIAL

n DIRECTORrsquoS MESSAGE

U n m a a d rsquo 1 00 3

I am honoured to write this message for lsquoUNMAADrsquo the annual magazine brought out by the students of the Tata Institute of Social Sciences Mumbai The magazine provides a platform for the talented TISS Family by showcasing their creativity It also reflects on the experiences and achievements of our students thereby giving us a glimpse of the bright futures that our students have

In addition to very demanding curriculum the students organized academic festivals around a set of critical concerns of their respective programme of study The students mobilized resources brought eminent scholars and activists as speakers and provided an opportunity for students from other schools in the country to participate in the festivals

During 2009ndash10 the students organized following festivals bull Manzar by the students of Development Studies bull Manthan by the students of Human Resources Management and Industrial Relations bull Sameeksha by the students of School of Social Work bull Clairvoyance was organised by the students of School of Health System Studies bull Cut In - video festival by the students of Centre of Media and Cultural Studies

The TISS attracts and works with some of the most conscientious and committed bright young people in the country This volume of UNMAAD epitomizes their life at TISS during the academic year 2009ndash10 It truly celebrates the spirit of freedom and success in spite of the difficulties and challenges faced

I commend the editorial team for bringing out this volume with the limited time and resources available to them I wish all the success to the students staff and faculty of TISS and hope they will strive for excellence in the years to come

I also extend my very best wishes for the success of lsquoUNMAADrsquo

S Parasuraman Mumbai March 2010Director

Dear students

This is the fourth year in succession that the student magazine UNMAAD is being brought out Despite a hectic schedule of classes year end assign-ments and evaluations I appreciate the efforts of the Students Union (2009-2010)and specially the Literary Secretary Anwesha Dutta for giving time and commitment towards this venture

It has been an eventful year where the Institute and the student body together have faced several challenges We have worked closely together on issues ranging from accommodation and financial aid for students to monitoring the health situation during the swine flue scare I have to say that it is a source of great satisfaction to me that in the role I play with the students I meet several genuine and upright individuals with their hearts and intellect in the right place

In this magazine I wish to contribute a poem by a faculty who I met in one of my workshops in Dibrugarh Assam My brief interaction with her encouraged me to think that with a faculty like her young people are in safe hands

It is once again that time of the year when the summer heat is upon us and also the time of the year when we bid farewell to the batch of 2008-2010From the Office of Studentsrsquo Affairs we wish you all the best and hope that all of you will find your feet in the world outside in your chosen vocations As always we will be happy to welcome you back as our alumni

Good luck to all of you

Prof Nasreen RustomframDean Studentsrsquo Affairs

n DEAN STUDENTrsquoS AFFAIRS MESSAGE

U n m a a d lsquo 1 00 4

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The WallEvery day on her way to college she heard him talk

Through the hole in the wall she heard him A disembodied voice talking about the weather an advertisement in the local paper last eveningrsquos dance recitalhellip

She would pause by the wall and lose herself in the melody of his voice It wasnrsquot a musical voice neither was it a stage voice it was just a voice that immediately went to onersquos heart It held the quality of suggestion and in it she caught glimpses of herself It was these daily sessions that transported her to a plane of existence she had been hitherto unaware of and was now addicted to

For some reason he was her secret She did not share the story of the magical voice with her friends or family She half thought she would be forbid-den to walk that route again if the elders at home realised she was falling in love with an idea

It went on like this for a year The listener and the speaker one unaware of the othercommunicating as only stranger friends can do Sometimes she wondered why she did not step around the corner and show herselfOther times she would be horrified at herself for even thinking of such a thing

The listening sessions had drawn for her a picture of him in her mind Every word would be a like a piece of a puzzle as intangible as a wisp of smoke She thought she had the last few pieces in place when suddenly one day he wasnrsquot there anymore

She tried to hold her anxiety but when he failed to appear for the next two days she finally stepped around the wall

ldquoWhere did he gordquo she asked the first person she ran into ldquoThe man who sat here day after dayrdquo

ldquoOh himrdquo came the answering grunt ldquoHersquos gonerdquoAnd she could get nothing more out of the man She tried speaking to the fruit seller the flower seller but they were all reluctant to talk to her Feeling sick with disappointment she turned to go

ldquoHeyrdquo came a hissed voice a childrsquos voice ldquoYou want to know about the man I can tell you Come with merdquo

She followed the voice to a narrow alleyway where she was guided to a makeshift home

ldquoYou want to know about him Hersquos gone I know you You would listen to him talk every day I listened too to you and him He knew you were here as well your shadow used to fall around the corner He made it a point to find newer and newer things to talk aboutrdquo

She didnrsquot know what to say

ldquoHe knew I listened Who is he What does he do Where is he nowrdquo

The child laughed ldquoOf course he knew He knew many things Hersquos gone now He just left I asked him but he didnrsquot tell me whyrdquo

ldquoWhy did he never ask me to stop listeningrdquo

The child laughed again ldquoYou mean why did he never talk to you ldquoFor the same reason that you never spoke to him of courserdquo

ldquoWhat do you meanrdquo

ldquoHersquos got leprosy hasnrsquot he Hersquos a leper You were disgusted by him too werenrsquot yourdquo

Now it was her turn to laugh as she got up to leave curiously happy

ldquoIrsquom blind you silly child I donrsquot even know what leprosy looks likerdquo

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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The Quirky People In My LifeLooking out of the bus on my way to college today I got thinking about the quirky people in my life Here are a few for you

Rishie is the sweetest soul on earth he would invite all the lonely people on earth and befriend them-and he does that irrespective of the fact whether they want to befriendedWhen you meet him even if it is after a decade you receive the same warm welcome deserving of a bosom chum- the only problem is that he greets the drivers the shop assistants the various handymen and women in his life similarlyhellip making you wonderhellipPeople have several complains in lifehelliphis generally is lsquoso and so refused to be his guestrsquo Even though you desire his com-pany you would put it off if that particular day you arenrsquot in an exuberant mood

Smita is another one If you ever intend to get your message across speak the opposite If you complain about the health-care system shersquoll have ten ready statements opposing you If you dare speak against the maid shersquoll make you feel guilty in a couple of minutes The moment you begin cribbing about life be assured yoursquoll discover two hundred new reasons to start living with full vigor When people say its cold and dipping mercury points to same shersquoll venture out in her sexiest clothing And expect her to come dressed up as a Saudi woman meeting the religious police - for a beach party

Shalini is another character who is the living example of the proverb lsquochirag tale andherarsquo Shersquoll go out of her way to help someone never mind her own work never got done in the process and that it inconvenienced you too

Her free car-service is always ready - if you need to go some place urgently itrsquos a given that you take the public transport-the family vehicle is ferrying somebody else somewhere on the planet At her parties there are always more guests than either space or food as a direct consequence of being her kin you are the one who goes to bed hungry while gate crashers enjoy She is so busy taking care of the world that you are quietly taking care of her work (and getting no credit in return)

Rohan is the perfect fighter itrsquos his birthright to fight with the world verbally or physically Well to show his strength what else You walk on the road and meet ten people who give you menacing looks you wonder what has happened A tug at memory strings remindsyou that these are the new folks Rohan has been trying out his macho skills in the past week Irsquoll make more enemies in this world due to this brother of mine than make friends courtesy my skills

Ravi looks at only two things-the mirror and the fairer sex Hersquos been chided by parents innumerable times for the former and received innumerable injuries both men-tal and physical for the latter He says he is inspired by lsquoArjunrsquo in Mahabharat ndashhersquos not ever going to lose focus And since hersquos too young to settle down anytime in the near future I foresee another year of bruises and battering at the hands of boyfriends brothers fathers et al

I donrsquot know what I would do without these people in my life hellipfor starters begin living peacefully

Ms Swati Jha MPH 1st Year

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After all not every morning does she manage to wake up early enough to go for walks though she resolves to do so every night She hummed a tune and jogged along the empty avenue towards the park That is where she told herself I shall stroll for sometimes and then head back home to get ready for college As the dim amber marquee hanging overhead gradually turned azure the Chembur streets unfamiliar in their desolation began to regain their usual bustling air People ubiquitous and nondescript started populating the thorough-fares lsquoHow short-lived was the romantic quietude of the placersquo she sighed and nonchalantly jogged onhellip

By the time she reached her destination she was panting with fatigue and collapsing on the bench wondering if she should return home But she scolded herself ldquoExhausted or lazy this is how I perpetually feel Can I try being a little ac-tive for a changerdquo She looked around ndash there were people in the park who were jogging vigorously or exercising frantically or walking briskly and even sauntering dreamily She would join them in a moment she told herself and continued to sit in the not-so-comfortable bench

As her gaze moved around the park she discovered that there were other people there apart from the fitness enthusiasts People who were there for reasons other than her own-who were there to sell wares There was a nariyal pani wala who was doing brisk business with many health freaks crowding around him to have the revitalizing drink She thought of queuing up there too when she smelt the appetizing aroma of fried vada yes an idli-vada seller was there at the park too There was a tea-vendor and a woman who was sweeping away the dead leaves and other garbage Shoshele looked out through the grills of the park-she no longer saw merely crowded streets populated by nondescript people

She saw newspaper vendors peddling their bicycles vegetable-hawkers and men with piles of bricks on their heads who probably were labourers at some nearby construction sites As she sat on the park bench riveted by the sights which suddenly seemed to have emerged before her she found herself recollecting the words of her professor ldquoThe informal sector is not invisible It is there all around us we interact with its players every day yet we chose not to notice the mammoth thriving structurerdquo True in a sprawling metropolis like Mumbai we notice with admiration posh sky-scrappers glittering shopping malls and swanky eateries And we see-or chose not to see-dingy squalid streets where we assume poverty and deprivation thrive How many of us she asked herself think of the millions who battle every day on Mumbai avenues and alleys to make a decent living They look neither malnourished and grimy nor chic and affluent and hence rarely ever catch our attention They along with their counterparts all over the country constitute 93 of Indiarsquos work-ing population-they who are the informal sector workers Shoshelersquos mind once again plunged into reveries the numerous theories which she had read on causes of growth and characteristics of the informal sector now jostled for attention in her headhellip

The term Informal sector generally denotes-despite conflicting opinions regarding its defining features-the wide gamut of economic activities which are not legally regulated or rec-ognized and workers who do not enjoy any form of protected employment relations Its compo-nents can broadly be divided into two categories- the self employed who run small enterprises with varied amounts of capital investment and the wage workers who enjoy neither wage nor employment security and protection

The Invisible Men and WomenAt 7orsquoclock on a balmy Sunday morning Shoshele went for a morning walk to her neighbourhood park She was feeling as fresh as the invigorating cool breeze of the twilight hour and as cheerful as the twittering birds around her

Ms Arunima Chakraborty1st Year Globalisation and Labour

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Is the growth of the informal or unorganized sector always viewed as an alarming trend The term was coined by Keith Hart in his 1971 study on the urban economy of Ghana and during this decade the dominant view as propounded by the Dualist School was that the informal sector comes into existence in developing countries due to over-population and low absorption of labour in the formal sector It is not related to the formal industrial development and would meet its demise when modern industrial growth becomes more inclusive

The Structuralist School which emerged in the 1980s on the other hand viewed the informal sector as inextricably linked to the formal sector-it reduces the input and labour costs of the big businesses by serving as their sub-ordinate economic ad manufacturing units to which work is subcontracted Thus it is the capitalist system of production which makes the unregulated informal sector persist to enhance its own profitability This explains why there has been despite a consistent GDP growth rate of over 65 in the past decade lack of employment generation in the formal sector of India Following the implementa-tion of the LPG (Liberalisation Privatisation Globalisation) model in the early 1990s labour laws were considerably relaxed and as a result the formal sector witnessed capital-intensive growth Employment was generated all right but largely in the informal sector where because of its unregulated nature big firms can employ workers without having any legal obligations to offer them decent wages safe working conditions and social security measures The third school of thought the Legalist School led by economist Hernando Di Sotto tries to explain the rise of the informal sector by the fact that in many countries the process of acquiring legal recognition for business enterprises is expensive and cumbersome

The small entrepreneur naturally finds it more advantageous to operate his unit illegally rath-er than to suffer at the hands of bureaucratic red-tapism Recent studies have revealed that the informal sector tends to expand in a country when it faces economic downturn as had happened in the Asian lsquoTigerrsquo countries during the economic crisis of 1997

The private as well as public firms were downsized or closed and consequently was created a large number of retrenched workers who swarmed to join the informal sector

Thus the informal sector does not exist simply because our housing society bhajiwala( vegetable vendor) and the millions of others like him do not have the requisite skills to participate in the technology-driven competitive lsquoknowledgersquo economy They continue to have such traditional source of livelihood because the formal capitalist economies can thrive only with the support of informal sector Its members do not enjoy fixed hours of work safe working conditions security of employment or wages and any of the benefits for which the working class movement has struggled for over a century now-maternity benefits pension on retirement non-employment of child labour etc there are legal political and economic complexities which have contributed to the expansion of the informal economyhellip

Shoshele was shaken out of her reverie by a sudden noise she turned back to see a red track pants-clad man arguing with the nariyalpani wala over something She overheard the manrsquos agitated voice ldquoYou are a cheat I say How dare you give charge fifteen bucks for so small a coconut It is not worth evenhelliprdquo She looked away Every day the thousands of people all around her-the street peddlers the domestic helps the factory workers the agriculture labourers the road-side dhaba owners et al- struggle against not just poverty but socio-eco-nomic inequality and injustice They struggle for a life of dignity It is high time Shoshele pondered the state accorded them at least that much ldquoBut what about the people When would they learn to recognize the innumerable and affordable services offered by the informal sector

Will Mr Red-track pants ever demand an expla-nation from the manager of a swanky eatery in a posh mall as to why everything is so expensive thererdquo Shoshele felt indignant if her friends had seen her then they would have sworn that she had never seemed more sweaty and pensive before

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I almost rush past to Mumma not past the experience though

As chastity gets implanted and built and nurtured through thread hems fabric length flesh and words until I do not know which precedes what

The discourse in the car pool I travelled got built around flesh and length again amidst coy eyes nudging one another and nibbling nails

Couldnrsquot we have been a little bolder A little little more bold like my friend who wore a dark pink sleeve-less dress on her birthday only to be mutilated by words by us and the nuns alike

So I added colour and loud as an antithesis to chaste I wondered why as the elasticity of the socks loos-ened they always receded down as also did necklines imbibed beliefs and morals and so onAnd on a dull grey day I wonder if it is not simply the force of gravitationhellip

I decide to delve amidst pores of flesh and on to blood bones tissue and other things to recover the im-permeable chasteness until I run vacant and stifled each time being put on medication with anti allergens

I pinch and prick and press hard every bit of my flesh as my cousin runs snuggling her love on the alleys and shores of this city

My twelve institutional years keep running in and out and around and into me as I sit muffled and dumb even on sun coloured days to render them glum

My head dances bedazzled as my friends sway their bodies to the music of the disc ndash as I effort at an overt placidity while my body runs wild

My friends think I must be some sort of a nerd to be wearing socks all the time while I re- discover hem-lines and peripheries constantly snuggling my pillow

I detest my steady retreat into sleep to conceal my powerlessness to run into the sun

Meanwhile my cousin runs loves pains and one day merges into my blue in a white saree (so I think)

Chaste ndash through the yawn of the white cleavage she stands as the nails of her index middle ring and little fingers dig into her palm till I see the deep dense fiery liquid ooze and smack my face

ChasteChaste ndash through the first scuttle and scurry of joining motherrsquos arms at recess as the nuns stop me to lsquopull up my socks up to my kneesrsquo

Ms Sangeeta Roy1st Year Womenrsquos Studies

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When he first came to our house I do not recall But with every subsequent visit he became a part of our lives He brought with him the golden syrup in IMFL bottles which was unlike anything in packed bottles we had had so far But even more than that he would bring with him anecdotes and tales of how he would collect the honey Our favourite was his description of how his nose became the size of a cricket ball when the bees stung him His countless repetitions of the story would leave us in splits never failing to amaze Though at times his wares would not find their way into our home his conversation and stories would linger long after he left Times like these seem so integral to our existence that they seem to last a lifetime Truth is that years pass and we grow up and go our different ways The man grew more wizened and probably a little older The spirit and the routine remained unchanged as ever

As we moved away from Assam letters and phone calls would always find a mention of the honey man and his anecdotes He seemed invincible Till the day my mother told me he had not come for a week As weeks turned to months we resigned to the fact that he had stopped coming altogether maybe foreverLives and geographies changed Today I find myself buying honey packed in attractive bottles off the shelves of supermarkets A golden liquid in a bottle with an ill fitting cap becomes the stuff memories are made of

Till the other day when a friend gives me the same nectar in a plastic bottle with an ill fitting cap A semi urban township a lazy life and a wizened man rush back to me To a man who gave more than what he took I hope you continue to bring joy with your wares and wit wherever you are

Honey and MORE

Ms Arpita DasA wizened man in a spotless white dhoti and cracked shoes

Thatrsquos how I recall my first honey filled moment Literally It was one of the many firsts of my life in semi urban Assam The move from the bus-tling metropolis life to an almost lazy one in an industrial township in Assam had its shares of novelty The honey man was one of those memo-rable first time happenings

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Getting across to the other side of the world is no more the mission of daring explorers Media and communication have made this possible at the click of a button The number of people who connect to the world through the internet is increasing exponentially Blogs and social networks have made it possible to the let the world know about you and your world while you sit back on your personal computer in your own little corner From video conferencing with dear ones across the globe to adding to your bank balance the internet has made ev-erything possible

Yet for one sector in particular engage-ment on blogs and social networks carries special concerns That sector is healthcare Medical societies hospitals pharmaceutical companies and doctors in private practice tend to view social media as fraught with pitfalls But there are great opportunities for those willing to take the plunge Web-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Health informationOne of the most obvious ways that the web and social media are making our lives healthier is in the proliferation of health informationToday health mega-portals like ldquoWebMDrdquo ldquoRevolution Healthrdquo and ldquoYahoo Healthrdquo contain all the information one could possibly want mdash and itrsquos all searchable and available instantly

Self diagnosisBeing able to use the web for self diagnosis is truly revolutionizing the way many of us care for ourselves and how we approach doctor visits Other sites such as ldquorVitardquo which registers qualified medical practitioners to provide health infor-mation and ldquoHakia Healthrdquo which maintains a database of vetted medical information sources help users to make sure the information they are getting online is accurate reliable and medically sound Another web site ldquoOrganizedWisdomrdquo is something like Wikipedia for health but every article is written and reviewed by qualified professionalsFor those more interested in self-diagnosis ldquoDoubleCheckMDrdquo can help you determine if your symptoms are the result of sickness or a medication yoursquore taking or if medications are safe to take at the same time The virtual doctor at ldquoFreeMDrdquo meanwhile will help you to figure out whatrsquos wrong and if you need to visit a doctor

Choosing your doctorChoosing a doctor to visit every time you are ill is an important decision Because medical care is so personal you want to find someone you can trust and with whom you have a good rapport Most people tend to rely on referrals from friends or colleagues when searching out a new doctor

Web sites like ldquoVitalsrdquo and ldquoHealthGradesrdquo both of which provide independent doctor ratings based on a variety of data are making it easier to locate a good doctor by using more information than just their name in the phone book Other sites such as ldquoFindaDocrdquo and ldquoRateMDscom ldquorely more heavily on a consumer rating model meaning you can pick a doctor based on the feelings of your peers

Tweet HealthWeb-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Dr Nidhi MathewMHA (HO) 1st Year

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The web is even making appointment setting easier In addition to providing a database of doctors with consumer reviews ldquoZocDocrdquo also lets you book an appoint-ment with that doctor straight from the Internet It currently works in New York City

Treatment and patient supportThough for most serious conditions you shouldnrsquot rely on the web for diagnosis or care there are a handful of web sites beginning to offer actual medical treat-ment from real doctors ldquoAmerican Wellrdquo for example creates software to facilitate online doctor consultations via a webcam that is currently being used by military service members and their families for web-based psychological evaluations while ldquoBreak-Throughrdquo offers a similar online ser-vice for civilian consumers who want to talk to qualified therapists from home by phone chat video or email UK-based ldquoMyChoiceMDcomrdquo offers a completely online doctor consultation service as wellCreating and enabling support communi-ties online is one area in which social media is perfectly suited Online support group sites like ldquoPatientsLikeMerdquo and ldquoDailyStrengthrdquo offer online discussion groups for people going through a wide variety of medical treatments ailments or conditions ldquoCarePagesrdquo con-nects patients by encouraging them to share their stories through blogging and building support circles among friends family and peersAnother support group site ldquoMedHelprdquo offers a wide variety of personal health applications such as weight addiction blood pressure and cholesterol trackers These plug into the sitersquos social networking and support forums to give patients ways to track their health and progress while they receive support from others going through the same thing

Controlling costsIf proven to be safe and accurate online consultation and self-diagnosis in addition to being an agoraphobersquos dream come true could potentially save a lot of money by reducing overhead costs associated with running a busy office

One way in which the web promises to severely reduce healthcare costs is by digitizing records Record-keeping accounts for a reportedly huge amount of the costs associated with the modern healthcare system yet these records are kept most-ly using archaic technology that is in dire need of modernization Using so-called Personal Health Re-cord (PHR) systems that would allow consumers to access their health records over the web like a credit score and send them anywhere they authorized (to doctors emergency care centers pharmacists etc) promises to revolutionize the way we give and re-ceive care

IssuesThough there are certainly major privacy issues to address PHRs such as ldquoMicrosoft HealthVaultrdquo ldquoGoogle Healthrdquo ldquoWebMD PHRrdquo and ldquoRevolution Health PHRrdquo mean millions of dollars in cost-savings and potentially safer transfer of records to those who need to see them (so that we can assure for example that a patient is never given a medication they have an allergy to)

In conclusion studies show that over half of all ldquoe-patientsrdquo are turning to social media Where-as ldquonon-user generatedrdquo healthcare content is generally based on academic knowledge clinical results and marketing spin social media health-care content is built on patient opinions and personal accounts Therefore over half of ldquoe-patientsrdquo are making healthcare decisions based at least in part on information provided by other patients Social media provides a platform for unsolicited feedback Two other advantages of social media are that conversations are peer-to-peer rather than ldquomoderator-to-consumerrdquo and patients are often afforded a greater level of anonymity in social media The psychological differences between these two scenarios are likely to lead to the expression of more honest opinions

The only social media for healthcare that is effectively functional in India as of date is Health-caremagiccom Though healthcare through social media still has a long way to go in India where affordable healthcare for all is the most pressing issue the hopes are not bleak for its web-literate portion

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Ideology and Ambedkarwhy Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambedkarian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology

Ms Deepika Rose Alex MSW 2nd Year

India hasnrsquot actually produced any revolutionar-ies because of many of the structural constraints that we have By revolution I mean here a radical structural change But in DR BR Ambedkar we can see different colors of radicalism coming together from radical humanism to radical structuralism Ambedkar for a major part of his life was a radical humanist He wanted to liberate the human reason from the chains of Hinduism dominated by samhitas and shastra and to celebrate human dignity When the whole India was fighting against the slavery from British he stood alone against internal slavery that a group of people was undergoing To him Indiarsquos political freedom is useless unless and until it attains social justice inside its boundaries And when India attained her freedom he considered it not indepen-dence but a mere transfer of power from colonizers to a set of internal elites And to him nationalism was the conspiracy of this group to create a myth of India as a nation even in the brain of the slaves of that period dalits It was nationalism without a nation for him Indiarsquos experiences till now have proved it right

He proclaimed his aim is the recovery of human dignity of a group of people who were con-sidered worse than animals by the Brahminical society he was the most learned person of the time and through his careful scrutiny of Vedic literature he arrived at the conclusion that Indiarsquos history is written from the Brahminical perspective and brought into light all the Brahmin conspiracy against shudras women and nature Through his thorough engagement with knowledge he arrived at a point where he defined what an ideal religion should be like His idea of reforming Hindu religion was deconstruction and reconstruction He questioned the base of Hindu religion by rejecting the authority of Vedas and shastras When he felt this transforma-tion canrsquot be possible from within he went outside through the mass conversion to Buddhism

Thus he became a radical structuralist not exactly by creating a dialectical opposite to religion but a parallel structure called Buddhism against the existing oppressive structure of Hinduism He was a mass leader the great human right activist subaltern historian and enlightened man that India has ever seen His fight was for human dignityIf this is the case then why Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambed-karian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology Is it that Marxism and Weberism are a safer shelter when people talks about ideologies Do they have a clear reason why they are Marxist is it that they adopt a Marxist label because they feel itrsquos something western and intellectual and so it is elitist I argue that many dalits who claims themselves as Ambedkarites do so because they are dalits and they havenrsquot understood Ambed-karian ideology outside the casteist framework from a humanist perspective and the non dalits rejects Ambedkarism also for the same reason I agree to the fact that Ambedkar is the only intellect who showed the untouchables a way out of their oppression But his theorizations had the potential to be a universal critical perspective just like Marxism There are many misinterpretations that have been prevalent all these yearsWhat does the word Dalit mean Yes it meant bro-ken But itrsquos not the case now Dalit the term has a revolutionary assertion associated with it it means disagreeing and delineating oneself from the elitism From the dominant ideology From the oppressors In that sense the term Dalit is not only associated with the so called lower castes although the con-cept is a challenge to Brahmanism Dalit is a word that reflects the multiple voices of the oppressed It is a word that signifies the protestors anyone who dares to challenge the hegemony

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The Brahminical society has a role in stigmatizing the term dalits and also the efforts and ideology of DrAmbedkar As G Alosious says lsquowithin the mainstream social sciences the man is consid-ered as the leader of the Mahar caste at worst and the drafter of constitution at bestkeeping Ambedkar as far away as pos-sible from the sacredsecretive subject of nation and nationalism (many among the intelligentsia would not hesitate considering him even as an anti national)is part and parcel of the overall elite strategy to maintain the dominance of its ideology over knowl-edge-production and knowledge - circulation in this countryrsquo(Aloysius 2009)

Dominant voices made him the messiah of untouchables And Ambedkarian perspective is a perspective untouched A great example is how Ambedkar ideology which is a universal ideol-ogy is prevented from being institutionalized in Indian universi-ties and schools Still Dalit social work is not a part of social work institutes across the country except TISS

But in TISS also while all the critical theories including Marxism femi-nism and postmodernism is taught Ambedkarian perspective which is the most relevant anti-oppressive perspective in Indian context is not taught You are not even in a position to discuss about Ambedkarian per-spective as we donrsquot know it and its potentials

What is needed is an intellectual activism Itrsquos an activism through pen voice and your way of life and thinking Ambedkarian ideology is an ideology misinterpreted Every Dalit should be able to proclaim loudly that she is a Dalit understanding what is the meaning of the term Your caste is not the only aspect that is making you a Dalit Your experiences your attitude and your courage make you a Dalit Ambedkarian ideology is your ideology not only because you belong to a particular caste but also you believe in equity Because you are evolving and liberating yourself from the hegemony You have the courage to stand against the dominant voice

( mosquitoes )

The other day I was at a coffee shop drinking coffee and silently waiting for ideas to catch me It was good coffee and the sun was lazy so I was willing to indulge their absence Besides I had money for a change How long can a good morning last Before long I heard an electric crack The fly catcher had caught a mosquito My scalp prickled Where there is one there are bound to be others A crazed brood out for psychological blood I think they know their power I am convinced they know the potency of their whine otherwise why do they fly around your ear If it was food they were after a quick swoop and a suck ought to have satiated them I would never grudge them their nutrition itrsquos the whine I object to

I want to reach for my hair and tear them out when I hear ithellip

I shifted to another table but it was futile The mosquitoes entered like a swarm and smoth-ered the tiny place I pushed back my chair struggled with my wallet and ran for the door Beads of sweat dotted my middle-aged brow Out on the pavement the sun was suddenly too hot and there were suddenly too many people Nobody seemed to mind the mosquitoes except for meThey were blackening the horizon like clouds of locusts I had seen on TV The skin became tight against my throat and I couldnrsquot breathe I gasped and gagged and staggered past people carrying umbrellas and children Shield the children I wanted to squeak The mosquitoes are coming

The mosquitoes are cominghellipThe mosquitoes are cominghellip

As it so happens mosquitoes bother me I am not one of them who can absently swat at one of them irritating buggers and flip the page in the same motion I start up when I hear the whine in my ear wildly slap at it and nurse my coffee waiting to hear it approach again I cannot concentrate when there are mosqui-toes around me I cannot sleep if I see a mosquito in the vicinityPeople are scared of snakes I fear mosquitoes

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

t

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 5: Unmaad 2010

n DIRECTORrsquoS MESSAGE

U n m a a d rsquo 1 00 3

I am honoured to write this message for lsquoUNMAADrsquo the annual magazine brought out by the students of the Tata Institute of Social Sciences Mumbai The magazine provides a platform for the talented TISS Family by showcasing their creativity It also reflects on the experiences and achievements of our students thereby giving us a glimpse of the bright futures that our students have

In addition to very demanding curriculum the students organized academic festivals around a set of critical concerns of their respective programme of study The students mobilized resources brought eminent scholars and activists as speakers and provided an opportunity for students from other schools in the country to participate in the festivals

During 2009ndash10 the students organized following festivals bull Manzar by the students of Development Studies bull Manthan by the students of Human Resources Management and Industrial Relations bull Sameeksha by the students of School of Social Work bull Clairvoyance was organised by the students of School of Health System Studies bull Cut In - video festival by the students of Centre of Media and Cultural Studies

The TISS attracts and works with some of the most conscientious and committed bright young people in the country This volume of UNMAAD epitomizes their life at TISS during the academic year 2009ndash10 It truly celebrates the spirit of freedom and success in spite of the difficulties and challenges faced

I commend the editorial team for bringing out this volume with the limited time and resources available to them I wish all the success to the students staff and faculty of TISS and hope they will strive for excellence in the years to come

I also extend my very best wishes for the success of lsquoUNMAADrsquo

S Parasuraman Mumbai March 2010Director

Dear students

This is the fourth year in succession that the student magazine UNMAAD is being brought out Despite a hectic schedule of classes year end assign-ments and evaluations I appreciate the efforts of the Students Union (2009-2010)and specially the Literary Secretary Anwesha Dutta for giving time and commitment towards this venture

It has been an eventful year where the Institute and the student body together have faced several challenges We have worked closely together on issues ranging from accommodation and financial aid for students to monitoring the health situation during the swine flue scare I have to say that it is a source of great satisfaction to me that in the role I play with the students I meet several genuine and upright individuals with their hearts and intellect in the right place

In this magazine I wish to contribute a poem by a faculty who I met in one of my workshops in Dibrugarh Assam My brief interaction with her encouraged me to think that with a faculty like her young people are in safe hands

It is once again that time of the year when the summer heat is upon us and also the time of the year when we bid farewell to the batch of 2008-2010From the Office of Studentsrsquo Affairs we wish you all the best and hope that all of you will find your feet in the world outside in your chosen vocations As always we will be happy to welcome you back as our alumni

Good luck to all of you

Prof Nasreen RustomframDean Studentsrsquo Affairs

n DEAN STUDENTrsquoS AFFAIRS MESSAGE

U n m a a d lsquo 1 00 4

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The WallEvery day on her way to college she heard him talk

Through the hole in the wall she heard him A disembodied voice talking about the weather an advertisement in the local paper last eveningrsquos dance recitalhellip

She would pause by the wall and lose herself in the melody of his voice It wasnrsquot a musical voice neither was it a stage voice it was just a voice that immediately went to onersquos heart It held the quality of suggestion and in it she caught glimpses of herself It was these daily sessions that transported her to a plane of existence she had been hitherto unaware of and was now addicted to

For some reason he was her secret She did not share the story of the magical voice with her friends or family She half thought she would be forbid-den to walk that route again if the elders at home realised she was falling in love with an idea

It went on like this for a year The listener and the speaker one unaware of the othercommunicating as only stranger friends can do Sometimes she wondered why she did not step around the corner and show herselfOther times she would be horrified at herself for even thinking of such a thing

The listening sessions had drawn for her a picture of him in her mind Every word would be a like a piece of a puzzle as intangible as a wisp of smoke She thought she had the last few pieces in place when suddenly one day he wasnrsquot there anymore

She tried to hold her anxiety but when he failed to appear for the next two days she finally stepped around the wall

ldquoWhere did he gordquo she asked the first person she ran into ldquoThe man who sat here day after dayrdquo

ldquoOh himrdquo came the answering grunt ldquoHersquos gonerdquoAnd she could get nothing more out of the man She tried speaking to the fruit seller the flower seller but they were all reluctant to talk to her Feeling sick with disappointment she turned to go

ldquoHeyrdquo came a hissed voice a childrsquos voice ldquoYou want to know about the man I can tell you Come with merdquo

She followed the voice to a narrow alleyway where she was guided to a makeshift home

ldquoYou want to know about him Hersquos gone I know you You would listen to him talk every day I listened too to you and him He knew you were here as well your shadow used to fall around the corner He made it a point to find newer and newer things to talk aboutrdquo

She didnrsquot know what to say

ldquoHe knew I listened Who is he What does he do Where is he nowrdquo

The child laughed ldquoOf course he knew He knew many things Hersquos gone now He just left I asked him but he didnrsquot tell me whyrdquo

ldquoWhy did he never ask me to stop listeningrdquo

The child laughed again ldquoYou mean why did he never talk to you ldquoFor the same reason that you never spoke to him of courserdquo

ldquoWhat do you meanrdquo

ldquoHersquos got leprosy hasnrsquot he Hersquos a leper You were disgusted by him too werenrsquot yourdquo

Now it was her turn to laugh as she got up to leave curiously happy

ldquoIrsquom blind you silly child I donrsquot even know what leprosy looks likerdquo

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

o

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The Quirky People In My LifeLooking out of the bus on my way to college today I got thinking about the quirky people in my life Here are a few for you

Rishie is the sweetest soul on earth he would invite all the lonely people on earth and befriend them-and he does that irrespective of the fact whether they want to befriendedWhen you meet him even if it is after a decade you receive the same warm welcome deserving of a bosom chum- the only problem is that he greets the drivers the shop assistants the various handymen and women in his life similarlyhellip making you wonderhellipPeople have several complains in lifehelliphis generally is lsquoso and so refused to be his guestrsquo Even though you desire his com-pany you would put it off if that particular day you arenrsquot in an exuberant mood

Smita is another one If you ever intend to get your message across speak the opposite If you complain about the health-care system shersquoll have ten ready statements opposing you If you dare speak against the maid shersquoll make you feel guilty in a couple of minutes The moment you begin cribbing about life be assured yoursquoll discover two hundred new reasons to start living with full vigor When people say its cold and dipping mercury points to same shersquoll venture out in her sexiest clothing And expect her to come dressed up as a Saudi woman meeting the religious police - for a beach party

Shalini is another character who is the living example of the proverb lsquochirag tale andherarsquo Shersquoll go out of her way to help someone never mind her own work never got done in the process and that it inconvenienced you too

Her free car-service is always ready - if you need to go some place urgently itrsquos a given that you take the public transport-the family vehicle is ferrying somebody else somewhere on the planet At her parties there are always more guests than either space or food as a direct consequence of being her kin you are the one who goes to bed hungry while gate crashers enjoy She is so busy taking care of the world that you are quietly taking care of her work (and getting no credit in return)

Rohan is the perfect fighter itrsquos his birthright to fight with the world verbally or physically Well to show his strength what else You walk on the road and meet ten people who give you menacing looks you wonder what has happened A tug at memory strings remindsyou that these are the new folks Rohan has been trying out his macho skills in the past week Irsquoll make more enemies in this world due to this brother of mine than make friends courtesy my skills

Ravi looks at only two things-the mirror and the fairer sex Hersquos been chided by parents innumerable times for the former and received innumerable injuries both men-tal and physical for the latter He says he is inspired by lsquoArjunrsquo in Mahabharat ndashhersquos not ever going to lose focus And since hersquos too young to settle down anytime in the near future I foresee another year of bruises and battering at the hands of boyfriends brothers fathers et al

I donrsquot know what I would do without these people in my life hellipfor starters begin living peacefully

Ms Swati Jha MPH 1st Year

o

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After all not every morning does she manage to wake up early enough to go for walks though she resolves to do so every night She hummed a tune and jogged along the empty avenue towards the park That is where she told herself I shall stroll for sometimes and then head back home to get ready for college As the dim amber marquee hanging overhead gradually turned azure the Chembur streets unfamiliar in their desolation began to regain their usual bustling air People ubiquitous and nondescript started populating the thorough-fares lsquoHow short-lived was the romantic quietude of the placersquo she sighed and nonchalantly jogged onhellip

By the time she reached her destination she was panting with fatigue and collapsing on the bench wondering if she should return home But she scolded herself ldquoExhausted or lazy this is how I perpetually feel Can I try being a little ac-tive for a changerdquo She looked around ndash there were people in the park who were jogging vigorously or exercising frantically or walking briskly and even sauntering dreamily She would join them in a moment she told herself and continued to sit in the not-so-comfortable bench

As her gaze moved around the park she discovered that there were other people there apart from the fitness enthusiasts People who were there for reasons other than her own-who were there to sell wares There was a nariyal pani wala who was doing brisk business with many health freaks crowding around him to have the revitalizing drink She thought of queuing up there too when she smelt the appetizing aroma of fried vada yes an idli-vada seller was there at the park too There was a tea-vendor and a woman who was sweeping away the dead leaves and other garbage Shoshele looked out through the grills of the park-she no longer saw merely crowded streets populated by nondescript people

She saw newspaper vendors peddling their bicycles vegetable-hawkers and men with piles of bricks on their heads who probably were labourers at some nearby construction sites As she sat on the park bench riveted by the sights which suddenly seemed to have emerged before her she found herself recollecting the words of her professor ldquoThe informal sector is not invisible It is there all around us we interact with its players every day yet we chose not to notice the mammoth thriving structurerdquo True in a sprawling metropolis like Mumbai we notice with admiration posh sky-scrappers glittering shopping malls and swanky eateries And we see-or chose not to see-dingy squalid streets where we assume poverty and deprivation thrive How many of us she asked herself think of the millions who battle every day on Mumbai avenues and alleys to make a decent living They look neither malnourished and grimy nor chic and affluent and hence rarely ever catch our attention They along with their counterparts all over the country constitute 93 of Indiarsquos work-ing population-they who are the informal sector workers Shoshelersquos mind once again plunged into reveries the numerous theories which she had read on causes of growth and characteristics of the informal sector now jostled for attention in her headhellip

The term Informal sector generally denotes-despite conflicting opinions regarding its defining features-the wide gamut of economic activities which are not legally regulated or rec-ognized and workers who do not enjoy any form of protected employment relations Its compo-nents can broadly be divided into two categories- the self employed who run small enterprises with varied amounts of capital investment and the wage workers who enjoy neither wage nor employment security and protection

The Invisible Men and WomenAt 7orsquoclock on a balmy Sunday morning Shoshele went for a morning walk to her neighbourhood park She was feeling as fresh as the invigorating cool breeze of the twilight hour and as cheerful as the twittering birds around her

Ms Arunima Chakraborty1st Year Globalisation and Labour

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Is the growth of the informal or unorganized sector always viewed as an alarming trend The term was coined by Keith Hart in his 1971 study on the urban economy of Ghana and during this decade the dominant view as propounded by the Dualist School was that the informal sector comes into existence in developing countries due to over-population and low absorption of labour in the formal sector It is not related to the formal industrial development and would meet its demise when modern industrial growth becomes more inclusive

The Structuralist School which emerged in the 1980s on the other hand viewed the informal sector as inextricably linked to the formal sector-it reduces the input and labour costs of the big businesses by serving as their sub-ordinate economic ad manufacturing units to which work is subcontracted Thus it is the capitalist system of production which makes the unregulated informal sector persist to enhance its own profitability This explains why there has been despite a consistent GDP growth rate of over 65 in the past decade lack of employment generation in the formal sector of India Following the implementa-tion of the LPG (Liberalisation Privatisation Globalisation) model in the early 1990s labour laws were considerably relaxed and as a result the formal sector witnessed capital-intensive growth Employment was generated all right but largely in the informal sector where because of its unregulated nature big firms can employ workers without having any legal obligations to offer them decent wages safe working conditions and social security measures The third school of thought the Legalist School led by economist Hernando Di Sotto tries to explain the rise of the informal sector by the fact that in many countries the process of acquiring legal recognition for business enterprises is expensive and cumbersome

The small entrepreneur naturally finds it more advantageous to operate his unit illegally rath-er than to suffer at the hands of bureaucratic red-tapism Recent studies have revealed that the informal sector tends to expand in a country when it faces economic downturn as had happened in the Asian lsquoTigerrsquo countries during the economic crisis of 1997

The private as well as public firms were downsized or closed and consequently was created a large number of retrenched workers who swarmed to join the informal sector

Thus the informal sector does not exist simply because our housing society bhajiwala( vegetable vendor) and the millions of others like him do not have the requisite skills to participate in the technology-driven competitive lsquoknowledgersquo economy They continue to have such traditional source of livelihood because the formal capitalist economies can thrive only with the support of informal sector Its members do not enjoy fixed hours of work safe working conditions security of employment or wages and any of the benefits for which the working class movement has struggled for over a century now-maternity benefits pension on retirement non-employment of child labour etc there are legal political and economic complexities which have contributed to the expansion of the informal economyhellip

Shoshele was shaken out of her reverie by a sudden noise she turned back to see a red track pants-clad man arguing with the nariyalpani wala over something She overheard the manrsquos agitated voice ldquoYou are a cheat I say How dare you give charge fifteen bucks for so small a coconut It is not worth evenhelliprdquo She looked away Every day the thousands of people all around her-the street peddlers the domestic helps the factory workers the agriculture labourers the road-side dhaba owners et al- struggle against not just poverty but socio-eco-nomic inequality and injustice They struggle for a life of dignity It is high time Shoshele pondered the state accorded them at least that much ldquoBut what about the people When would they learn to recognize the innumerable and affordable services offered by the informal sector

Will Mr Red-track pants ever demand an expla-nation from the manager of a swanky eatery in a posh mall as to why everything is so expensive thererdquo Shoshele felt indignant if her friends had seen her then they would have sworn that she had never seemed more sweaty and pensive before

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I almost rush past to Mumma not past the experience though

As chastity gets implanted and built and nurtured through thread hems fabric length flesh and words until I do not know which precedes what

The discourse in the car pool I travelled got built around flesh and length again amidst coy eyes nudging one another and nibbling nails

Couldnrsquot we have been a little bolder A little little more bold like my friend who wore a dark pink sleeve-less dress on her birthday only to be mutilated by words by us and the nuns alike

So I added colour and loud as an antithesis to chaste I wondered why as the elasticity of the socks loos-ened they always receded down as also did necklines imbibed beliefs and morals and so onAnd on a dull grey day I wonder if it is not simply the force of gravitationhellip

I decide to delve amidst pores of flesh and on to blood bones tissue and other things to recover the im-permeable chasteness until I run vacant and stifled each time being put on medication with anti allergens

I pinch and prick and press hard every bit of my flesh as my cousin runs snuggling her love on the alleys and shores of this city

My twelve institutional years keep running in and out and around and into me as I sit muffled and dumb even on sun coloured days to render them glum

My head dances bedazzled as my friends sway their bodies to the music of the disc ndash as I effort at an overt placidity while my body runs wild

My friends think I must be some sort of a nerd to be wearing socks all the time while I re- discover hem-lines and peripheries constantly snuggling my pillow

I detest my steady retreat into sleep to conceal my powerlessness to run into the sun

Meanwhile my cousin runs loves pains and one day merges into my blue in a white saree (so I think)

Chaste ndash through the yawn of the white cleavage she stands as the nails of her index middle ring and little fingers dig into her palm till I see the deep dense fiery liquid ooze and smack my face

ChasteChaste ndash through the first scuttle and scurry of joining motherrsquos arms at recess as the nuns stop me to lsquopull up my socks up to my kneesrsquo

Ms Sangeeta Roy1st Year Womenrsquos Studies

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When he first came to our house I do not recall But with every subsequent visit he became a part of our lives He brought with him the golden syrup in IMFL bottles which was unlike anything in packed bottles we had had so far But even more than that he would bring with him anecdotes and tales of how he would collect the honey Our favourite was his description of how his nose became the size of a cricket ball when the bees stung him His countless repetitions of the story would leave us in splits never failing to amaze Though at times his wares would not find their way into our home his conversation and stories would linger long after he left Times like these seem so integral to our existence that they seem to last a lifetime Truth is that years pass and we grow up and go our different ways The man grew more wizened and probably a little older The spirit and the routine remained unchanged as ever

As we moved away from Assam letters and phone calls would always find a mention of the honey man and his anecdotes He seemed invincible Till the day my mother told me he had not come for a week As weeks turned to months we resigned to the fact that he had stopped coming altogether maybe foreverLives and geographies changed Today I find myself buying honey packed in attractive bottles off the shelves of supermarkets A golden liquid in a bottle with an ill fitting cap becomes the stuff memories are made of

Till the other day when a friend gives me the same nectar in a plastic bottle with an ill fitting cap A semi urban township a lazy life and a wizened man rush back to me To a man who gave more than what he took I hope you continue to bring joy with your wares and wit wherever you are

Honey and MORE

Ms Arpita DasA wizened man in a spotless white dhoti and cracked shoes

Thatrsquos how I recall my first honey filled moment Literally It was one of the many firsts of my life in semi urban Assam The move from the bus-tling metropolis life to an almost lazy one in an industrial township in Assam had its shares of novelty The honey man was one of those memo-rable first time happenings

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Getting across to the other side of the world is no more the mission of daring explorers Media and communication have made this possible at the click of a button The number of people who connect to the world through the internet is increasing exponentially Blogs and social networks have made it possible to the let the world know about you and your world while you sit back on your personal computer in your own little corner From video conferencing with dear ones across the globe to adding to your bank balance the internet has made ev-erything possible

Yet for one sector in particular engage-ment on blogs and social networks carries special concerns That sector is healthcare Medical societies hospitals pharmaceutical companies and doctors in private practice tend to view social media as fraught with pitfalls But there are great opportunities for those willing to take the plunge Web-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Health informationOne of the most obvious ways that the web and social media are making our lives healthier is in the proliferation of health informationToday health mega-portals like ldquoWebMDrdquo ldquoRevolution Healthrdquo and ldquoYahoo Healthrdquo contain all the information one could possibly want mdash and itrsquos all searchable and available instantly

Self diagnosisBeing able to use the web for self diagnosis is truly revolutionizing the way many of us care for ourselves and how we approach doctor visits Other sites such as ldquorVitardquo which registers qualified medical practitioners to provide health infor-mation and ldquoHakia Healthrdquo which maintains a database of vetted medical information sources help users to make sure the information they are getting online is accurate reliable and medically sound Another web site ldquoOrganizedWisdomrdquo is something like Wikipedia for health but every article is written and reviewed by qualified professionalsFor those more interested in self-diagnosis ldquoDoubleCheckMDrdquo can help you determine if your symptoms are the result of sickness or a medication yoursquore taking or if medications are safe to take at the same time The virtual doctor at ldquoFreeMDrdquo meanwhile will help you to figure out whatrsquos wrong and if you need to visit a doctor

Choosing your doctorChoosing a doctor to visit every time you are ill is an important decision Because medical care is so personal you want to find someone you can trust and with whom you have a good rapport Most people tend to rely on referrals from friends or colleagues when searching out a new doctor

Web sites like ldquoVitalsrdquo and ldquoHealthGradesrdquo both of which provide independent doctor ratings based on a variety of data are making it easier to locate a good doctor by using more information than just their name in the phone book Other sites such as ldquoFindaDocrdquo and ldquoRateMDscom ldquorely more heavily on a consumer rating model meaning you can pick a doctor based on the feelings of your peers

Tweet HealthWeb-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Dr Nidhi MathewMHA (HO) 1st Year

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The web is even making appointment setting easier In addition to providing a database of doctors with consumer reviews ldquoZocDocrdquo also lets you book an appoint-ment with that doctor straight from the Internet It currently works in New York City

Treatment and patient supportThough for most serious conditions you shouldnrsquot rely on the web for diagnosis or care there are a handful of web sites beginning to offer actual medical treat-ment from real doctors ldquoAmerican Wellrdquo for example creates software to facilitate online doctor consultations via a webcam that is currently being used by military service members and their families for web-based psychological evaluations while ldquoBreak-Throughrdquo offers a similar online ser-vice for civilian consumers who want to talk to qualified therapists from home by phone chat video or email UK-based ldquoMyChoiceMDcomrdquo offers a completely online doctor consultation service as wellCreating and enabling support communi-ties online is one area in which social media is perfectly suited Online support group sites like ldquoPatientsLikeMerdquo and ldquoDailyStrengthrdquo offer online discussion groups for people going through a wide variety of medical treatments ailments or conditions ldquoCarePagesrdquo con-nects patients by encouraging them to share their stories through blogging and building support circles among friends family and peersAnother support group site ldquoMedHelprdquo offers a wide variety of personal health applications such as weight addiction blood pressure and cholesterol trackers These plug into the sitersquos social networking and support forums to give patients ways to track their health and progress while they receive support from others going through the same thing

Controlling costsIf proven to be safe and accurate online consultation and self-diagnosis in addition to being an agoraphobersquos dream come true could potentially save a lot of money by reducing overhead costs associated with running a busy office

One way in which the web promises to severely reduce healthcare costs is by digitizing records Record-keeping accounts for a reportedly huge amount of the costs associated with the modern healthcare system yet these records are kept most-ly using archaic technology that is in dire need of modernization Using so-called Personal Health Re-cord (PHR) systems that would allow consumers to access their health records over the web like a credit score and send them anywhere they authorized (to doctors emergency care centers pharmacists etc) promises to revolutionize the way we give and re-ceive care

IssuesThough there are certainly major privacy issues to address PHRs such as ldquoMicrosoft HealthVaultrdquo ldquoGoogle Healthrdquo ldquoWebMD PHRrdquo and ldquoRevolution Health PHRrdquo mean millions of dollars in cost-savings and potentially safer transfer of records to those who need to see them (so that we can assure for example that a patient is never given a medication they have an allergy to)

In conclusion studies show that over half of all ldquoe-patientsrdquo are turning to social media Where-as ldquonon-user generatedrdquo healthcare content is generally based on academic knowledge clinical results and marketing spin social media health-care content is built on patient opinions and personal accounts Therefore over half of ldquoe-patientsrdquo are making healthcare decisions based at least in part on information provided by other patients Social media provides a platform for unsolicited feedback Two other advantages of social media are that conversations are peer-to-peer rather than ldquomoderator-to-consumerrdquo and patients are often afforded a greater level of anonymity in social media The psychological differences between these two scenarios are likely to lead to the expression of more honest opinions

The only social media for healthcare that is effectively functional in India as of date is Health-caremagiccom Though healthcare through social media still has a long way to go in India where affordable healthcare for all is the most pressing issue the hopes are not bleak for its web-literate portion

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Ideology and Ambedkarwhy Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambedkarian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology

Ms Deepika Rose Alex MSW 2nd Year

India hasnrsquot actually produced any revolutionar-ies because of many of the structural constraints that we have By revolution I mean here a radical structural change But in DR BR Ambedkar we can see different colors of radicalism coming together from radical humanism to radical structuralism Ambedkar for a major part of his life was a radical humanist He wanted to liberate the human reason from the chains of Hinduism dominated by samhitas and shastra and to celebrate human dignity When the whole India was fighting against the slavery from British he stood alone against internal slavery that a group of people was undergoing To him Indiarsquos political freedom is useless unless and until it attains social justice inside its boundaries And when India attained her freedom he considered it not indepen-dence but a mere transfer of power from colonizers to a set of internal elites And to him nationalism was the conspiracy of this group to create a myth of India as a nation even in the brain of the slaves of that period dalits It was nationalism without a nation for him Indiarsquos experiences till now have proved it right

He proclaimed his aim is the recovery of human dignity of a group of people who were con-sidered worse than animals by the Brahminical society he was the most learned person of the time and through his careful scrutiny of Vedic literature he arrived at the conclusion that Indiarsquos history is written from the Brahminical perspective and brought into light all the Brahmin conspiracy against shudras women and nature Through his thorough engagement with knowledge he arrived at a point where he defined what an ideal religion should be like His idea of reforming Hindu religion was deconstruction and reconstruction He questioned the base of Hindu religion by rejecting the authority of Vedas and shastras When he felt this transforma-tion canrsquot be possible from within he went outside through the mass conversion to Buddhism

Thus he became a radical structuralist not exactly by creating a dialectical opposite to religion but a parallel structure called Buddhism against the existing oppressive structure of Hinduism He was a mass leader the great human right activist subaltern historian and enlightened man that India has ever seen His fight was for human dignityIf this is the case then why Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambed-karian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology Is it that Marxism and Weberism are a safer shelter when people talks about ideologies Do they have a clear reason why they are Marxist is it that they adopt a Marxist label because they feel itrsquos something western and intellectual and so it is elitist I argue that many dalits who claims themselves as Ambedkarites do so because they are dalits and they havenrsquot understood Ambed-karian ideology outside the casteist framework from a humanist perspective and the non dalits rejects Ambedkarism also for the same reason I agree to the fact that Ambedkar is the only intellect who showed the untouchables a way out of their oppression But his theorizations had the potential to be a universal critical perspective just like Marxism There are many misinterpretations that have been prevalent all these yearsWhat does the word Dalit mean Yes it meant bro-ken But itrsquos not the case now Dalit the term has a revolutionary assertion associated with it it means disagreeing and delineating oneself from the elitism From the dominant ideology From the oppressors In that sense the term Dalit is not only associated with the so called lower castes although the con-cept is a challenge to Brahmanism Dalit is a word that reflects the multiple voices of the oppressed It is a word that signifies the protestors anyone who dares to challenge the hegemony

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The Brahminical society has a role in stigmatizing the term dalits and also the efforts and ideology of DrAmbedkar As G Alosious says lsquowithin the mainstream social sciences the man is consid-ered as the leader of the Mahar caste at worst and the drafter of constitution at bestkeeping Ambedkar as far away as pos-sible from the sacredsecretive subject of nation and nationalism (many among the intelligentsia would not hesitate considering him even as an anti national)is part and parcel of the overall elite strategy to maintain the dominance of its ideology over knowl-edge-production and knowledge - circulation in this countryrsquo(Aloysius 2009)

Dominant voices made him the messiah of untouchables And Ambedkarian perspective is a perspective untouched A great example is how Ambedkar ideology which is a universal ideol-ogy is prevented from being institutionalized in Indian universi-ties and schools Still Dalit social work is not a part of social work institutes across the country except TISS

But in TISS also while all the critical theories including Marxism femi-nism and postmodernism is taught Ambedkarian perspective which is the most relevant anti-oppressive perspective in Indian context is not taught You are not even in a position to discuss about Ambedkarian per-spective as we donrsquot know it and its potentials

What is needed is an intellectual activism Itrsquos an activism through pen voice and your way of life and thinking Ambedkarian ideology is an ideology misinterpreted Every Dalit should be able to proclaim loudly that she is a Dalit understanding what is the meaning of the term Your caste is not the only aspect that is making you a Dalit Your experiences your attitude and your courage make you a Dalit Ambedkarian ideology is your ideology not only because you belong to a particular caste but also you believe in equity Because you are evolving and liberating yourself from the hegemony You have the courage to stand against the dominant voice

( mosquitoes )

The other day I was at a coffee shop drinking coffee and silently waiting for ideas to catch me It was good coffee and the sun was lazy so I was willing to indulge their absence Besides I had money for a change How long can a good morning last Before long I heard an electric crack The fly catcher had caught a mosquito My scalp prickled Where there is one there are bound to be others A crazed brood out for psychological blood I think they know their power I am convinced they know the potency of their whine otherwise why do they fly around your ear If it was food they were after a quick swoop and a suck ought to have satiated them I would never grudge them their nutrition itrsquos the whine I object to

I want to reach for my hair and tear them out when I hear ithellip

I shifted to another table but it was futile The mosquitoes entered like a swarm and smoth-ered the tiny place I pushed back my chair struggled with my wallet and ran for the door Beads of sweat dotted my middle-aged brow Out on the pavement the sun was suddenly too hot and there were suddenly too many people Nobody seemed to mind the mosquitoes except for meThey were blackening the horizon like clouds of locusts I had seen on TV The skin became tight against my throat and I couldnrsquot breathe I gasped and gagged and staggered past people carrying umbrellas and children Shield the children I wanted to squeak The mosquitoes are coming

The mosquitoes are cominghellipThe mosquitoes are cominghellip

As it so happens mosquitoes bother me I am not one of them who can absently swat at one of them irritating buggers and flip the page in the same motion I start up when I hear the whine in my ear wildly slap at it and nurse my coffee waiting to hear it approach again I cannot concentrate when there are mosqui-toes around me I cannot sleep if I see a mosquito in the vicinityPeople are scared of snakes I fear mosquitoes

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

t

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 6: Unmaad 2010

Dear students

This is the fourth year in succession that the student magazine UNMAAD is being brought out Despite a hectic schedule of classes year end assign-ments and evaluations I appreciate the efforts of the Students Union (2009-2010)and specially the Literary Secretary Anwesha Dutta for giving time and commitment towards this venture

It has been an eventful year where the Institute and the student body together have faced several challenges We have worked closely together on issues ranging from accommodation and financial aid for students to monitoring the health situation during the swine flue scare I have to say that it is a source of great satisfaction to me that in the role I play with the students I meet several genuine and upright individuals with their hearts and intellect in the right place

In this magazine I wish to contribute a poem by a faculty who I met in one of my workshops in Dibrugarh Assam My brief interaction with her encouraged me to think that with a faculty like her young people are in safe hands

It is once again that time of the year when the summer heat is upon us and also the time of the year when we bid farewell to the batch of 2008-2010From the Office of Studentsrsquo Affairs we wish you all the best and hope that all of you will find your feet in the world outside in your chosen vocations As always we will be happy to welcome you back as our alumni

Good luck to all of you

Prof Nasreen RustomframDean Studentsrsquo Affairs

n DEAN STUDENTrsquoS AFFAIRS MESSAGE

U n m a a d lsquo 1 00 4

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The WallEvery day on her way to college she heard him talk

Through the hole in the wall she heard him A disembodied voice talking about the weather an advertisement in the local paper last eveningrsquos dance recitalhellip

She would pause by the wall and lose herself in the melody of his voice It wasnrsquot a musical voice neither was it a stage voice it was just a voice that immediately went to onersquos heart It held the quality of suggestion and in it she caught glimpses of herself It was these daily sessions that transported her to a plane of existence she had been hitherto unaware of and was now addicted to

For some reason he was her secret She did not share the story of the magical voice with her friends or family She half thought she would be forbid-den to walk that route again if the elders at home realised she was falling in love with an idea

It went on like this for a year The listener and the speaker one unaware of the othercommunicating as only stranger friends can do Sometimes she wondered why she did not step around the corner and show herselfOther times she would be horrified at herself for even thinking of such a thing

The listening sessions had drawn for her a picture of him in her mind Every word would be a like a piece of a puzzle as intangible as a wisp of smoke She thought she had the last few pieces in place when suddenly one day he wasnrsquot there anymore

She tried to hold her anxiety but when he failed to appear for the next two days she finally stepped around the wall

ldquoWhere did he gordquo she asked the first person she ran into ldquoThe man who sat here day after dayrdquo

ldquoOh himrdquo came the answering grunt ldquoHersquos gonerdquoAnd she could get nothing more out of the man She tried speaking to the fruit seller the flower seller but they were all reluctant to talk to her Feeling sick with disappointment she turned to go

ldquoHeyrdquo came a hissed voice a childrsquos voice ldquoYou want to know about the man I can tell you Come with merdquo

She followed the voice to a narrow alleyway where she was guided to a makeshift home

ldquoYou want to know about him Hersquos gone I know you You would listen to him talk every day I listened too to you and him He knew you were here as well your shadow used to fall around the corner He made it a point to find newer and newer things to talk aboutrdquo

She didnrsquot know what to say

ldquoHe knew I listened Who is he What does he do Where is he nowrdquo

The child laughed ldquoOf course he knew He knew many things Hersquos gone now He just left I asked him but he didnrsquot tell me whyrdquo

ldquoWhy did he never ask me to stop listeningrdquo

The child laughed again ldquoYou mean why did he never talk to you ldquoFor the same reason that you never spoke to him of courserdquo

ldquoWhat do you meanrdquo

ldquoHersquos got leprosy hasnrsquot he Hersquos a leper You were disgusted by him too werenrsquot yourdquo

Now it was her turn to laugh as she got up to leave curiously happy

ldquoIrsquom blind you silly child I donrsquot even know what leprosy looks likerdquo

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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The Quirky People In My LifeLooking out of the bus on my way to college today I got thinking about the quirky people in my life Here are a few for you

Rishie is the sweetest soul on earth he would invite all the lonely people on earth and befriend them-and he does that irrespective of the fact whether they want to befriendedWhen you meet him even if it is after a decade you receive the same warm welcome deserving of a bosom chum- the only problem is that he greets the drivers the shop assistants the various handymen and women in his life similarlyhellip making you wonderhellipPeople have several complains in lifehelliphis generally is lsquoso and so refused to be his guestrsquo Even though you desire his com-pany you would put it off if that particular day you arenrsquot in an exuberant mood

Smita is another one If you ever intend to get your message across speak the opposite If you complain about the health-care system shersquoll have ten ready statements opposing you If you dare speak against the maid shersquoll make you feel guilty in a couple of minutes The moment you begin cribbing about life be assured yoursquoll discover two hundred new reasons to start living with full vigor When people say its cold and dipping mercury points to same shersquoll venture out in her sexiest clothing And expect her to come dressed up as a Saudi woman meeting the religious police - for a beach party

Shalini is another character who is the living example of the proverb lsquochirag tale andherarsquo Shersquoll go out of her way to help someone never mind her own work never got done in the process and that it inconvenienced you too

Her free car-service is always ready - if you need to go some place urgently itrsquos a given that you take the public transport-the family vehicle is ferrying somebody else somewhere on the planet At her parties there are always more guests than either space or food as a direct consequence of being her kin you are the one who goes to bed hungry while gate crashers enjoy She is so busy taking care of the world that you are quietly taking care of her work (and getting no credit in return)

Rohan is the perfect fighter itrsquos his birthright to fight with the world verbally or physically Well to show his strength what else You walk on the road and meet ten people who give you menacing looks you wonder what has happened A tug at memory strings remindsyou that these are the new folks Rohan has been trying out his macho skills in the past week Irsquoll make more enemies in this world due to this brother of mine than make friends courtesy my skills

Ravi looks at only two things-the mirror and the fairer sex Hersquos been chided by parents innumerable times for the former and received innumerable injuries both men-tal and physical for the latter He says he is inspired by lsquoArjunrsquo in Mahabharat ndashhersquos not ever going to lose focus And since hersquos too young to settle down anytime in the near future I foresee another year of bruises and battering at the hands of boyfriends brothers fathers et al

I donrsquot know what I would do without these people in my life hellipfor starters begin living peacefully

Ms Swati Jha MPH 1st Year

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After all not every morning does she manage to wake up early enough to go for walks though she resolves to do so every night She hummed a tune and jogged along the empty avenue towards the park That is where she told herself I shall stroll for sometimes and then head back home to get ready for college As the dim amber marquee hanging overhead gradually turned azure the Chembur streets unfamiliar in their desolation began to regain their usual bustling air People ubiquitous and nondescript started populating the thorough-fares lsquoHow short-lived was the romantic quietude of the placersquo she sighed and nonchalantly jogged onhellip

By the time she reached her destination she was panting with fatigue and collapsing on the bench wondering if she should return home But she scolded herself ldquoExhausted or lazy this is how I perpetually feel Can I try being a little ac-tive for a changerdquo She looked around ndash there were people in the park who were jogging vigorously or exercising frantically or walking briskly and even sauntering dreamily She would join them in a moment she told herself and continued to sit in the not-so-comfortable bench

As her gaze moved around the park she discovered that there were other people there apart from the fitness enthusiasts People who were there for reasons other than her own-who were there to sell wares There was a nariyal pani wala who was doing brisk business with many health freaks crowding around him to have the revitalizing drink She thought of queuing up there too when she smelt the appetizing aroma of fried vada yes an idli-vada seller was there at the park too There was a tea-vendor and a woman who was sweeping away the dead leaves and other garbage Shoshele looked out through the grills of the park-she no longer saw merely crowded streets populated by nondescript people

She saw newspaper vendors peddling their bicycles vegetable-hawkers and men with piles of bricks on their heads who probably were labourers at some nearby construction sites As she sat on the park bench riveted by the sights which suddenly seemed to have emerged before her she found herself recollecting the words of her professor ldquoThe informal sector is not invisible It is there all around us we interact with its players every day yet we chose not to notice the mammoth thriving structurerdquo True in a sprawling metropolis like Mumbai we notice with admiration posh sky-scrappers glittering shopping malls and swanky eateries And we see-or chose not to see-dingy squalid streets where we assume poverty and deprivation thrive How many of us she asked herself think of the millions who battle every day on Mumbai avenues and alleys to make a decent living They look neither malnourished and grimy nor chic and affluent and hence rarely ever catch our attention They along with their counterparts all over the country constitute 93 of Indiarsquos work-ing population-they who are the informal sector workers Shoshelersquos mind once again plunged into reveries the numerous theories which she had read on causes of growth and characteristics of the informal sector now jostled for attention in her headhellip

The term Informal sector generally denotes-despite conflicting opinions regarding its defining features-the wide gamut of economic activities which are not legally regulated or rec-ognized and workers who do not enjoy any form of protected employment relations Its compo-nents can broadly be divided into two categories- the self employed who run small enterprises with varied amounts of capital investment and the wage workers who enjoy neither wage nor employment security and protection

The Invisible Men and WomenAt 7orsquoclock on a balmy Sunday morning Shoshele went for a morning walk to her neighbourhood park She was feeling as fresh as the invigorating cool breeze of the twilight hour and as cheerful as the twittering birds around her

Ms Arunima Chakraborty1st Year Globalisation and Labour

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Is the growth of the informal or unorganized sector always viewed as an alarming trend The term was coined by Keith Hart in his 1971 study on the urban economy of Ghana and during this decade the dominant view as propounded by the Dualist School was that the informal sector comes into existence in developing countries due to over-population and low absorption of labour in the formal sector It is not related to the formal industrial development and would meet its demise when modern industrial growth becomes more inclusive

The Structuralist School which emerged in the 1980s on the other hand viewed the informal sector as inextricably linked to the formal sector-it reduces the input and labour costs of the big businesses by serving as their sub-ordinate economic ad manufacturing units to which work is subcontracted Thus it is the capitalist system of production which makes the unregulated informal sector persist to enhance its own profitability This explains why there has been despite a consistent GDP growth rate of over 65 in the past decade lack of employment generation in the formal sector of India Following the implementa-tion of the LPG (Liberalisation Privatisation Globalisation) model in the early 1990s labour laws were considerably relaxed and as a result the formal sector witnessed capital-intensive growth Employment was generated all right but largely in the informal sector where because of its unregulated nature big firms can employ workers without having any legal obligations to offer them decent wages safe working conditions and social security measures The third school of thought the Legalist School led by economist Hernando Di Sotto tries to explain the rise of the informal sector by the fact that in many countries the process of acquiring legal recognition for business enterprises is expensive and cumbersome

The small entrepreneur naturally finds it more advantageous to operate his unit illegally rath-er than to suffer at the hands of bureaucratic red-tapism Recent studies have revealed that the informal sector tends to expand in a country when it faces economic downturn as had happened in the Asian lsquoTigerrsquo countries during the economic crisis of 1997

The private as well as public firms were downsized or closed and consequently was created a large number of retrenched workers who swarmed to join the informal sector

Thus the informal sector does not exist simply because our housing society bhajiwala( vegetable vendor) and the millions of others like him do not have the requisite skills to participate in the technology-driven competitive lsquoknowledgersquo economy They continue to have such traditional source of livelihood because the formal capitalist economies can thrive only with the support of informal sector Its members do not enjoy fixed hours of work safe working conditions security of employment or wages and any of the benefits for which the working class movement has struggled for over a century now-maternity benefits pension on retirement non-employment of child labour etc there are legal political and economic complexities which have contributed to the expansion of the informal economyhellip

Shoshele was shaken out of her reverie by a sudden noise she turned back to see a red track pants-clad man arguing with the nariyalpani wala over something She overheard the manrsquos agitated voice ldquoYou are a cheat I say How dare you give charge fifteen bucks for so small a coconut It is not worth evenhelliprdquo She looked away Every day the thousands of people all around her-the street peddlers the domestic helps the factory workers the agriculture labourers the road-side dhaba owners et al- struggle against not just poverty but socio-eco-nomic inequality and injustice They struggle for a life of dignity It is high time Shoshele pondered the state accorded them at least that much ldquoBut what about the people When would they learn to recognize the innumerable and affordable services offered by the informal sector

Will Mr Red-track pants ever demand an expla-nation from the manager of a swanky eatery in a posh mall as to why everything is so expensive thererdquo Shoshele felt indignant if her friends had seen her then they would have sworn that she had never seemed more sweaty and pensive before

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I almost rush past to Mumma not past the experience though

As chastity gets implanted and built and nurtured through thread hems fabric length flesh and words until I do not know which precedes what

The discourse in the car pool I travelled got built around flesh and length again amidst coy eyes nudging one another and nibbling nails

Couldnrsquot we have been a little bolder A little little more bold like my friend who wore a dark pink sleeve-less dress on her birthday only to be mutilated by words by us and the nuns alike

So I added colour and loud as an antithesis to chaste I wondered why as the elasticity of the socks loos-ened they always receded down as also did necklines imbibed beliefs and morals and so onAnd on a dull grey day I wonder if it is not simply the force of gravitationhellip

I decide to delve amidst pores of flesh and on to blood bones tissue and other things to recover the im-permeable chasteness until I run vacant and stifled each time being put on medication with anti allergens

I pinch and prick and press hard every bit of my flesh as my cousin runs snuggling her love on the alleys and shores of this city

My twelve institutional years keep running in and out and around and into me as I sit muffled and dumb even on sun coloured days to render them glum

My head dances bedazzled as my friends sway their bodies to the music of the disc ndash as I effort at an overt placidity while my body runs wild

My friends think I must be some sort of a nerd to be wearing socks all the time while I re- discover hem-lines and peripheries constantly snuggling my pillow

I detest my steady retreat into sleep to conceal my powerlessness to run into the sun

Meanwhile my cousin runs loves pains and one day merges into my blue in a white saree (so I think)

Chaste ndash through the yawn of the white cleavage she stands as the nails of her index middle ring and little fingers dig into her palm till I see the deep dense fiery liquid ooze and smack my face

ChasteChaste ndash through the first scuttle and scurry of joining motherrsquos arms at recess as the nuns stop me to lsquopull up my socks up to my kneesrsquo

Ms Sangeeta Roy1st Year Womenrsquos Studies

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When he first came to our house I do not recall But with every subsequent visit he became a part of our lives He brought with him the golden syrup in IMFL bottles which was unlike anything in packed bottles we had had so far But even more than that he would bring with him anecdotes and tales of how he would collect the honey Our favourite was his description of how his nose became the size of a cricket ball when the bees stung him His countless repetitions of the story would leave us in splits never failing to amaze Though at times his wares would not find their way into our home his conversation and stories would linger long after he left Times like these seem so integral to our existence that they seem to last a lifetime Truth is that years pass and we grow up and go our different ways The man grew more wizened and probably a little older The spirit and the routine remained unchanged as ever

As we moved away from Assam letters and phone calls would always find a mention of the honey man and his anecdotes He seemed invincible Till the day my mother told me he had not come for a week As weeks turned to months we resigned to the fact that he had stopped coming altogether maybe foreverLives and geographies changed Today I find myself buying honey packed in attractive bottles off the shelves of supermarkets A golden liquid in a bottle with an ill fitting cap becomes the stuff memories are made of

Till the other day when a friend gives me the same nectar in a plastic bottle with an ill fitting cap A semi urban township a lazy life and a wizened man rush back to me To a man who gave more than what he took I hope you continue to bring joy with your wares and wit wherever you are

Honey and MORE

Ms Arpita DasA wizened man in a spotless white dhoti and cracked shoes

Thatrsquos how I recall my first honey filled moment Literally It was one of the many firsts of my life in semi urban Assam The move from the bus-tling metropolis life to an almost lazy one in an industrial township in Assam had its shares of novelty The honey man was one of those memo-rable first time happenings

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Getting across to the other side of the world is no more the mission of daring explorers Media and communication have made this possible at the click of a button The number of people who connect to the world through the internet is increasing exponentially Blogs and social networks have made it possible to the let the world know about you and your world while you sit back on your personal computer in your own little corner From video conferencing with dear ones across the globe to adding to your bank balance the internet has made ev-erything possible

Yet for one sector in particular engage-ment on blogs and social networks carries special concerns That sector is healthcare Medical societies hospitals pharmaceutical companies and doctors in private practice tend to view social media as fraught with pitfalls But there are great opportunities for those willing to take the plunge Web-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Health informationOne of the most obvious ways that the web and social media are making our lives healthier is in the proliferation of health informationToday health mega-portals like ldquoWebMDrdquo ldquoRevolution Healthrdquo and ldquoYahoo Healthrdquo contain all the information one could possibly want mdash and itrsquos all searchable and available instantly

Self diagnosisBeing able to use the web for self diagnosis is truly revolutionizing the way many of us care for ourselves and how we approach doctor visits Other sites such as ldquorVitardquo which registers qualified medical practitioners to provide health infor-mation and ldquoHakia Healthrdquo which maintains a database of vetted medical information sources help users to make sure the information they are getting online is accurate reliable and medically sound Another web site ldquoOrganizedWisdomrdquo is something like Wikipedia for health but every article is written and reviewed by qualified professionalsFor those more interested in self-diagnosis ldquoDoubleCheckMDrdquo can help you determine if your symptoms are the result of sickness or a medication yoursquore taking or if medications are safe to take at the same time The virtual doctor at ldquoFreeMDrdquo meanwhile will help you to figure out whatrsquos wrong and if you need to visit a doctor

Choosing your doctorChoosing a doctor to visit every time you are ill is an important decision Because medical care is so personal you want to find someone you can trust and with whom you have a good rapport Most people tend to rely on referrals from friends or colleagues when searching out a new doctor

Web sites like ldquoVitalsrdquo and ldquoHealthGradesrdquo both of which provide independent doctor ratings based on a variety of data are making it easier to locate a good doctor by using more information than just their name in the phone book Other sites such as ldquoFindaDocrdquo and ldquoRateMDscom ldquorely more heavily on a consumer rating model meaning you can pick a doctor based on the feelings of your peers

Tweet HealthWeb-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Dr Nidhi MathewMHA (HO) 1st Year

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The web is even making appointment setting easier In addition to providing a database of doctors with consumer reviews ldquoZocDocrdquo also lets you book an appoint-ment with that doctor straight from the Internet It currently works in New York City

Treatment and patient supportThough for most serious conditions you shouldnrsquot rely on the web for diagnosis or care there are a handful of web sites beginning to offer actual medical treat-ment from real doctors ldquoAmerican Wellrdquo for example creates software to facilitate online doctor consultations via a webcam that is currently being used by military service members and their families for web-based psychological evaluations while ldquoBreak-Throughrdquo offers a similar online ser-vice for civilian consumers who want to talk to qualified therapists from home by phone chat video or email UK-based ldquoMyChoiceMDcomrdquo offers a completely online doctor consultation service as wellCreating and enabling support communi-ties online is one area in which social media is perfectly suited Online support group sites like ldquoPatientsLikeMerdquo and ldquoDailyStrengthrdquo offer online discussion groups for people going through a wide variety of medical treatments ailments or conditions ldquoCarePagesrdquo con-nects patients by encouraging them to share their stories through blogging and building support circles among friends family and peersAnother support group site ldquoMedHelprdquo offers a wide variety of personal health applications such as weight addiction blood pressure and cholesterol trackers These plug into the sitersquos social networking and support forums to give patients ways to track their health and progress while they receive support from others going through the same thing

Controlling costsIf proven to be safe and accurate online consultation and self-diagnosis in addition to being an agoraphobersquos dream come true could potentially save a lot of money by reducing overhead costs associated with running a busy office

One way in which the web promises to severely reduce healthcare costs is by digitizing records Record-keeping accounts for a reportedly huge amount of the costs associated with the modern healthcare system yet these records are kept most-ly using archaic technology that is in dire need of modernization Using so-called Personal Health Re-cord (PHR) systems that would allow consumers to access their health records over the web like a credit score and send them anywhere they authorized (to doctors emergency care centers pharmacists etc) promises to revolutionize the way we give and re-ceive care

IssuesThough there are certainly major privacy issues to address PHRs such as ldquoMicrosoft HealthVaultrdquo ldquoGoogle Healthrdquo ldquoWebMD PHRrdquo and ldquoRevolution Health PHRrdquo mean millions of dollars in cost-savings and potentially safer transfer of records to those who need to see them (so that we can assure for example that a patient is never given a medication they have an allergy to)

In conclusion studies show that over half of all ldquoe-patientsrdquo are turning to social media Where-as ldquonon-user generatedrdquo healthcare content is generally based on academic knowledge clinical results and marketing spin social media health-care content is built on patient opinions and personal accounts Therefore over half of ldquoe-patientsrdquo are making healthcare decisions based at least in part on information provided by other patients Social media provides a platform for unsolicited feedback Two other advantages of social media are that conversations are peer-to-peer rather than ldquomoderator-to-consumerrdquo and patients are often afforded a greater level of anonymity in social media The psychological differences between these two scenarios are likely to lead to the expression of more honest opinions

The only social media for healthcare that is effectively functional in India as of date is Health-caremagiccom Though healthcare through social media still has a long way to go in India where affordable healthcare for all is the most pressing issue the hopes are not bleak for its web-literate portion

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Ideology and Ambedkarwhy Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambedkarian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology

Ms Deepika Rose Alex MSW 2nd Year

India hasnrsquot actually produced any revolutionar-ies because of many of the structural constraints that we have By revolution I mean here a radical structural change But in DR BR Ambedkar we can see different colors of radicalism coming together from radical humanism to radical structuralism Ambedkar for a major part of his life was a radical humanist He wanted to liberate the human reason from the chains of Hinduism dominated by samhitas and shastra and to celebrate human dignity When the whole India was fighting against the slavery from British he stood alone against internal slavery that a group of people was undergoing To him Indiarsquos political freedom is useless unless and until it attains social justice inside its boundaries And when India attained her freedom he considered it not indepen-dence but a mere transfer of power from colonizers to a set of internal elites And to him nationalism was the conspiracy of this group to create a myth of India as a nation even in the brain of the slaves of that period dalits It was nationalism without a nation for him Indiarsquos experiences till now have proved it right

He proclaimed his aim is the recovery of human dignity of a group of people who were con-sidered worse than animals by the Brahminical society he was the most learned person of the time and through his careful scrutiny of Vedic literature he arrived at the conclusion that Indiarsquos history is written from the Brahminical perspective and brought into light all the Brahmin conspiracy against shudras women and nature Through his thorough engagement with knowledge he arrived at a point where he defined what an ideal religion should be like His idea of reforming Hindu religion was deconstruction and reconstruction He questioned the base of Hindu religion by rejecting the authority of Vedas and shastras When he felt this transforma-tion canrsquot be possible from within he went outside through the mass conversion to Buddhism

Thus he became a radical structuralist not exactly by creating a dialectical opposite to religion but a parallel structure called Buddhism against the existing oppressive structure of Hinduism He was a mass leader the great human right activist subaltern historian and enlightened man that India has ever seen His fight was for human dignityIf this is the case then why Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambed-karian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology Is it that Marxism and Weberism are a safer shelter when people talks about ideologies Do they have a clear reason why they are Marxist is it that they adopt a Marxist label because they feel itrsquos something western and intellectual and so it is elitist I argue that many dalits who claims themselves as Ambedkarites do so because they are dalits and they havenrsquot understood Ambed-karian ideology outside the casteist framework from a humanist perspective and the non dalits rejects Ambedkarism also for the same reason I agree to the fact that Ambedkar is the only intellect who showed the untouchables a way out of their oppression But his theorizations had the potential to be a universal critical perspective just like Marxism There are many misinterpretations that have been prevalent all these yearsWhat does the word Dalit mean Yes it meant bro-ken But itrsquos not the case now Dalit the term has a revolutionary assertion associated with it it means disagreeing and delineating oneself from the elitism From the dominant ideology From the oppressors In that sense the term Dalit is not only associated with the so called lower castes although the con-cept is a challenge to Brahmanism Dalit is a word that reflects the multiple voices of the oppressed It is a word that signifies the protestors anyone who dares to challenge the hegemony

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The Brahminical society has a role in stigmatizing the term dalits and also the efforts and ideology of DrAmbedkar As G Alosious says lsquowithin the mainstream social sciences the man is consid-ered as the leader of the Mahar caste at worst and the drafter of constitution at bestkeeping Ambedkar as far away as pos-sible from the sacredsecretive subject of nation and nationalism (many among the intelligentsia would not hesitate considering him even as an anti national)is part and parcel of the overall elite strategy to maintain the dominance of its ideology over knowl-edge-production and knowledge - circulation in this countryrsquo(Aloysius 2009)

Dominant voices made him the messiah of untouchables And Ambedkarian perspective is a perspective untouched A great example is how Ambedkar ideology which is a universal ideol-ogy is prevented from being institutionalized in Indian universi-ties and schools Still Dalit social work is not a part of social work institutes across the country except TISS

But in TISS also while all the critical theories including Marxism femi-nism and postmodernism is taught Ambedkarian perspective which is the most relevant anti-oppressive perspective in Indian context is not taught You are not even in a position to discuss about Ambedkarian per-spective as we donrsquot know it and its potentials

What is needed is an intellectual activism Itrsquos an activism through pen voice and your way of life and thinking Ambedkarian ideology is an ideology misinterpreted Every Dalit should be able to proclaim loudly that she is a Dalit understanding what is the meaning of the term Your caste is not the only aspect that is making you a Dalit Your experiences your attitude and your courage make you a Dalit Ambedkarian ideology is your ideology not only because you belong to a particular caste but also you believe in equity Because you are evolving and liberating yourself from the hegemony You have the courage to stand against the dominant voice

( mosquitoes )

The other day I was at a coffee shop drinking coffee and silently waiting for ideas to catch me It was good coffee and the sun was lazy so I was willing to indulge their absence Besides I had money for a change How long can a good morning last Before long I heard an electric crack The fly catcher had caught a mosquito My scalp prickled Where there is one there are bound to be others A crazed brood out for psychological blood I think they know their power I am convinced they know the potency of their whine otherwise why do they fly around your ear If it was food they were after a quick swoop and a suck ought to have satiated them I would never grudge them their nutrition itrsquos the whine I object to

I want to reach for my hair and tear them out when I hear ithellip

I shifted to another table but it was futile The mosquitoes entered like a swarm and smoth-ered the tiny place I pushed back my chair struggled with my wallet and ran for the door Beads of sweat dotted my middle-aged brow Out on the pavement the sun was suddenly too hot and there were suddenly too many people Nobody seemed to mind the mosquitoes except for meThey were blackening the horizon like clouds of locusts I had seen on TV The skin became tight against my throat and I couldnrsquot breathe I gasped and gagged and staggered past people carrying umbrellas and children Shield the children I wanted to squeak The mosquitoes are coming

The mosquitoes are cominghellipThe mosquitoes are cominghellip

As it so happens mosquitoes bother me I am not one of them who can absently swat at one of them irritating buggers and flip the page in the same motion I start up when I hear the whine in my ear wildly slap at it and nurse my coffee waiting to hear it approach again I cannot concentrate when there are mosqui-toes around me I cannot sleep if I see a mosquito in the vicinityPeople are scared of snakes I fear mosquitoes

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

t

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 7: Unmaad 2010

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The WallEvery day on her way to college she heard him talk

Through the hole in the wall she heard him A disembodied voice talking about the weather an advertisement in the local paper last eveningrsquos dance recitalhellip

She would pause by the wall and lose herself in the melody of his voice It wasnrsquot a musical voice neither was it a stage voice it was just a voice that immediately went to onersquos heart It held the quality of suggestion and in it she caught glimpses of herself It was these daily sessions that transported her to a plane of existence she had been hitherto unaware of and was now addicted to

For some reason he was her secret She did not share the story of the magical voice with her friends or family She half thought she would be forbid-den to walk that route again if the elders at home realised she was falling in love with an idea

It went on like this for a year The listener and the speaker one unaware of the othercommunicating as only stranger friends can do Sometimes she wondered why she did not step around the corner and show herselfOther times she would be horrified at herself for even thinking of such a thing

The listening sessions had drawn for her a picture of him in her mind Every word would be a like a piece of a puzzle as intangible as a wisp of smoke She thought she had the last few pieces in place when suddenly one day he wasnrsquot there anymore

She tried to hold her anxiety but when he failed to appear for the next two days she finally stepped around the wall

ldquoWhere did he gordquo she asked the first person she ran into ldquoThe man who sat here day after dayrdquo

ldquoOh himrdquo came the answering grunt ldquoHersquos gonerdquoAnd she could get nothing more out of the man She tried speaking to the fruit seller the flower seller but they were all reluctant to talk to her Feeling sick with disappointment she turned to go

ldquoHeyrdquo came a hissed voice a childrsquos voice ldquoYou want to know about the man I can tell you Come with merdquo

She followed the voice to a narrow alleyway where she was guided to a makeshift home

ldquoYou want to know about him Hersquos gone I know you You would listen to him talk every day I listened too to you and him He knew you were here as well your shadow used to fall around the corner He made it a point to find newer and newer things to talk aboutrdquo

She didnrsquot know what to say

ldquoHe knew I listened Who is he What does he do Where is he nowrdquo

The child laughed ldquoOf course he knew He knew many things Hersquos gone now He just left I asked him but he didnrsquot tell me whyrdquo

ldquoWhy did he never ask me to stop listeningrdquo

The child laughed again ldquoYou mean why did he never talk to you ldquoFor the same reason that you never spoke to him of courserdquo

ldquoWhat do you meanrdquo

ldquoHersquos got leprosy hasnrsquot he Hersquos a leper You were disgusted by him too werenrsquot yourdquo

Now it was her turn to laugh as she got up to leave curiously happy

ldquoIrsquom blind you silly child I donrsquot even know what leprosy looks likerdquo

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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The Quirky People In My LifeLooking out of the bus on my way to college today I got thinking about the quirky people in my life Here are a few for you

Rishie is the sweetest soul on earth he would invite all the lonely people on earth and befriend them-and he does that irrespective of the fact whether they want to befriendedWhen you meet him even if it is after a decade you receive the same warm welcome deserving of a bosom chum- the only problem is that he greets the drivers the shop assistants the various handymen and women in his life similarlyhellip making you wonderhellipPeople have several complains in lifehelliphis generally is lsquoso and so refused to be his guestrsquo Even though you desire his com-pany you would put it off if that particular day you arenrsquot in an exuberant mood

Smita is another one If you ever intend to get your message across speak the opposite If you complain about the health-care system shersquoll have ten ready statements opposing you If you dare speak against the maid shersquoll make you feel guilty in a couple of minutes The moment you begin cribbing about life be assured yoursquoll discover two hundred new reasons to start living with full vigor When people say its cold and dipping mercury points to same shersquoll venture out in her sexiest clothing And expect her to come dressed up as a Saudi woman meeting the religious police - for a beach party

Shalini is another character who is the living example of the proverb lsquochirag tale andherarsquo Shersquoll go out of her way to help someone never mind her own work never got done in the process and that it inconvenienced you too

Her free car-service is always ready - if you need to go some place urgently itrsquos a given that you take the public transport-the family vehicle is ferrying somebody else somewhere on the planet At her parties there are always more guests than either space or food as a direct consequence of being her kin you are the one who goes to bed hungry while gate crashers enjoy She is so busy taking care of the world that you are quietly taking care of her work (and getting no credit in return)

Rohan is the perfect fighter itrsquos his birthright to fight with the world verbally or physically Well to show his strength what else You walk on the road and meet ten people who give you menacing looks you wonder what has happened A tug at memory strings remindsyou that these are the new folks Rohan has been trying out his macho skills in the past week Irsquoll make more enemies in this world due to this brother of mine than make friends courtesy my skills

Ravi looks at only two things-the mirror and the fairer sex Hersquos been chided by parents innumerable times for the former and received innumerable injuries both men-tal and physical for the latter He says he is inspired by lsquoArjunrsquo in Mahabharat ndashhersquos not ever going to lose focus And since hersquos too young to settle down anytime in the near future I foresee another year of bruises and battering at the hands of boyfriends brothers fathers et al

I donrsquot know what I would do without these people in my life hellipfor starters begin living peacefully

Ms Swati Jha MPH 1st Year

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After all not every morning does she manage to wake up early enough to go for walks though she resolves to do so every night She hummed a tune and jogged along the empty avenue towards the park That is where she told herself I shall stroll for sometimes and then head back home to get ready for college As the dim amber marquee hanging overhead gradually turned azure the Chembur streets unfamiliar in their desolation began to regain their usual bustling air People ubiquitous and nondescript started populating the thorough-fares lsquoHow short-lived was the romantic quietude of the placersquo she sighed and nonchalantly jogged onhellip

By the time she reached her destination she was panting with fatigue and collapsing on the bench wondering if she should return home But she scolded herself ldquoExhausted or lazy this is how I perpetually feel Can I try being a little ac-tive for a changerdquo She looked around ndash there were people in the park who were jogging vigorously or exercising frantically or walking briskly and even sauntering dreamily She would join them in a moment she told herself and continued to sit in the not-so-comfortable bench

As her gaze moved around the park she discovered that there were other people there apart from the fitness enthusiasts People who were there for reasons other than her own-who were there to sell wares There was a nariyal pani wala who was doing brisk business with many health freaks crowding around him to have the revitalizing drink She thought of queuing up there too when she smelt the appetizing aroma of fried vada yes an idli-vada seller was there at the park too There was a tea-vendor and a woman who was sweeping away the dead leaves and other garbage Shoshele looked out through the grills of the park-she no longer saw merely crowded streets populated by nondescript people

She saw newspaper vendors peddling their bicycles vegetable-hawkers and men with piles of bricks on their heads who probably were labourers at some nearby construction sites As she sat on the park bench riveted by the sights which suddenly seemed to have emerged before her she found herself recollecting the words of her professor ldquoThe informal sector is not invisible It is there all around us we interact with its players every day yet we chose not to notice the mammoth thriving structurerdquo True in a sprawling metropolis like Mumbai we notice with admiration posh sky-scrappers glittering shopping malls and swanky eateries And we see-or chose not to see-dingy squalid streets where we assume poverty and deprivation thrive How many of us she asked herself think of the millions who battle every day on Mumbai avenues and alleys to make a decent living They look neither malnourished and grimy nor chic and affluent and hence rarely ever catch our attention They along with their counterparts all over the country constitute 93 of Indiarsquos work-ing population-they who are the informal sector workers Shoshelersquos mind once again plunged into reveries the numerous theories which she had read on causes of growth and characteristics of the informal sector now jostled for attention in her headhellip

The term Informal sector generally denotes-despite conflicting opinions regarding its defining features-the wide gamut of economic activities which are not legally regulated or rec-ognized and workers who do not enjoy any form of protected employment relations Its compo-nents can broadly be divided into two categories- the self employed who run small enterprises with varied amounts of capital investment and the wage workers who enjoy neither wage nor employment security and protection

The Invisible Men and WomenAt 7orsquoclock on a balmy Sunday morning Shoshele went for a morning walk to her neighbourhood park She was feeling as fresh as the invigorating cool breeze of the twilight hour and as cheerful as the twittering birds around her

Ms Arunima Chakraborty1st Year Globalisation and Labour

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Is the growth of the informal or unorganized sector always viewed as an alarming trend The term was coined by Keith Hart in his 1971 study on the urban economy of Ghana and during this decade the dominant view as propounded by the Dualist School was that the informal sector comes into existence in developing countries due to over-population and low absorption of labour in the formal sector It is not related to the formal industrial development and would meet its demise when modern industrial growth becomes more inclusive

The Structuralist School which emerged in the 1980s on the other hand viewed the informal sector as inextricably linked to the formal sector-it reduces the input and labour costs of the big businesses by serving as their sub-ordinate economic ad manufacturing units to which work is subcontracted Thus it is the capitalist system of production which makes the unregulated informal sector persist to enhance its own profitability This explains why there has been despite a consistent GDP growth rate of over 65 in the past decade lack of employment generation in the formal sector of India Following the implementa-tion of the LPG (Liberalisation Privatisation Globalisation) model in the early 1990s labour laws were considerably relaxed and as a result the formal sector witnessed capital-intensive growth Employment was generated all right but largely in the informal sector where because of its unregulated nature big firms can employ workers without having any legal obligations to offer them decent wages safe working conditions and social security measures The third school of thought the Legalist School led by economist Hernando Di Sotto tries to explain the rise of the informal sector by the fact that in many countries the process of acquiring legal recognition for business enterprises is expensive and cumbersome

The small entrepreneur naturally finds it more advantageous to operate his unit illegally rath-er than to suffer at the hands of bureaucratic red-tapism Recent studies have revealed that the informal sector tends to expand in a country when it faces economic downturn as had happened in the Asian lsquoTigerrsquo countries during the economic crisis of 1997

The private as well as public firms were downsized or closed and consequently was created a large number of retrenched workers who swarmed to join the informal sector

Thus the informal sector does not exist simply because our housing society bhajiwala( vegetable vendor) and the millions of others like him do not have the requisite skills to participate in the technology-driven competitive lsquoknowledgersquo economy They continue to have such traditional source of livelihood because the formal capitalist economies can thrive only with the support of informal sector Its members do not enjoy fixed hours of work safe working conditions security of employment or wages and any of the benefits for which the working class movement has struggled for over a century now-maternity benefits pension on retirement non-employment of child labour etc there are legal political and economic complexities which have contributed to the expansion of the informal economyhellip

Shoshele was shaken out of her reverie by a sudden noise she turned back to see a red track pants-clad man arguing with the nariyalpani wala over something She overheard the manrsquos agitated voice ldquoYou are a cheat I say How dare you give charge fifteen bucks for so small a coconut It is not worth evenhelliprdquo She looked away Every day the thousands of people all around her-the street peddlers the domestic helps the factory workers the agriculture labourers the road-side dhaba owners et al- struggle against not just poverty but socio-eco-nomic inequality and injustice They struggle for a life of dignity It is high time Shoshele pondered the state accorded them at least that much ldquoBut what about the people When would they learn to recognize the innumerable and affordable services offered by the informal sector

Will Mr Red-track pants ever demand an expla-nation from the manager of a swanky eatery in a posh mall as to why everything is so expensive thererdquo Shoshele felt indignant if her friends had seen her then they would have sworn that she had never seemed more sweaty and pensive before

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I almost rush past to Mumma not past the experience though

As chastity gets implanted and built and nurtured through thread hems fabric length flesh and words until I do not know which precedes what

The discourse in the car pool I travelled got built around flesh and length again amidst coy eyes nudging one another and nibbling nails

Couldnrsquot we have been a little bolder A little little more bold like my friend who wore a dark pink sleeve-less dress on her birthday only to be mutilated by words by us and the nuns alike

So I added colour and loud as an antithesis to chaste I wondered why as the elasticity of the socks loos-ened they always receded down as also did necklines imbibed beliefs and morals and so onAnd on a dull grey day I wonder if it is not simply the force of gravitationhellip

I decide to delve amidst pores of flesh and on to blood bones tissue and other things to recover the im-permeable chasteness until I run vacant and stifled each time being put on medication with anti allergens

I pinch and prick and press hard every bit of my flesh as my cousin runs snuggling her love on the alleys and shores of this city

My twelve institutional years keep running in and out and around and into me as I sit muffled and dumb even on sun coloured days to render them glum

My head dances bedazzled as my friends sway their bodies to the music of the disc ndash as I effort at an overt placidity while my body runs wild

My friends think I must be some sort of a nerd to be wearing socks all the time while I re- discover hem-lines and peripheries constantly snuggling my pillow

I detest my steady retreat into sleep to conceal my powerlessness to run into the sun

Meanwhile my cousin runs loves pains and one day merges into my blue in a white saree (so I think)

Chaste ndash through the yawn of the white cleavage she stands as the nails of her index middle ring and little fingers dig into her palm till I see the deep dense fiery liquid ooze and smack my face

ChasteChaste ndash through the first scuttle and scurry of joining motherrsquos arms at recess as the nuns stop me to lsquopull up my socks up to my kneesrsquo

Ms Sangeeta Roy1st Year Womenrsquos Studies

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When he first came to our house I do not recall But with every subsequent visit he became a part of our lives He brought with him the golden syrup in IMFL bottles which was unlike anything in packed bottles we had had so far But even more than that he would bring with him anecdotes and tales of how he would collect the honey Our favourite was his description of how his nose became the size of a cricket ball when the bees stung him His countless repetitions of the story would leave us in splits never failing to amaze Though at times his wares would not find their way into our home his conversation and stories would linger long after he left Times like these seem so integral to our existence that they seem to last a lifetime Truth is that years pass and we grow up and go our different ways The man grew more wizened and probably a little older The spirit and the routine remained unchanged as ever

As we moved away from Assam letters and phone calls would always find a mention of the honey man and his anecdotes He seemed invincible Till the day my mother told me he had not come for a week As weeks turned to months we resigned to the fact that he had stopped coming altogether maybe foreverLives and geographies changed Today I find myself buying honey packed in attractive bottles off the shelves of supermarkets A golden liquid in a bottle with an ill fitting cap becomes the stuff memories are made of

Till the other day when a friend gives me the same nectar in a plastic bottle with an ill fitting cap A semi urban township a lazy life and a wizened man rush back to me To a man who gave more than what he took I hope you continue to bring joy with your wares and wit wherever you are

Honey and MORE

Ms Arpita DasA wizened man in a spotless white dhoti and cracked shoes

Thatrsquos how I recall my first honey filled moment Literally It was one of the many firsts of my life in semi urban Assam The move from the bus-tling metropolis life to an almost lazy one in an industrial township in Assam had its shares of novelty The honey man was one of those memo-rable first time happenings

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Getting across to the other side of the world is no more the mission of daring explorers Media and communication have made this possible at the click of a button The number of people who connect to the world through the internet is increasing exponentially Blogs and social networks have made it possible to the let the world know about you and your world while you sit back on your personal computer in your own little corner From video conferencing with dear ones across the globe to adding to your bank balance the internet has made ev-erything possible

Yet for one sector in particular engage-ment on blogs and social networks carries special concerns That sector is healthcare Medical societies hospitals pharmaceutical companies and doctors in private practice tend to view social media as fraught with pitfalls But there are great opportunities for those willing to take the plunge Web-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Health informationOne of the most obvious ways that the web and social media are making our lives healthier is in the proliferation of health informationToday health mega-portals like ldquoWebMDrdquo ldquoRevolution Healthrdquo and ldquoYahoo Healthrdquo contain all the information one could possibly want mdash and itrsquos all searchable and available instantly

Self diagnosisBeing able to use the web for self diagnosis is truly revolutionizing the way many of us care for ourselves and how we approach doctor visits Other sites such as ldquorVitardquo which registers qualified medical practitioners to provide health infor-mation and ldquoHakia Healthrdquo which maintains a database of vetted medical information sources help users to make sure the information they are getting online is accurate reliable and medically sound Another web site ldquoOrganizedWisdomrdquo is something like Wikipedia for health but every article is written and reviewed by qualified professionalsFor those more interested in self-diagnosis ldquoDoubleCheckMDrdquo can help you determine if your symptoms are the result of sickness or a medication yoursquore taking or if medications are safe to take at the same time The virtual doctor at ldquoFreeMDrdquo meanwhile will help you to figure out whatrsquos wrong and if you need to visit a doctor

Choosing your doctorChoosing a doctor to visit every time you are ill is an important decision Because medical care is so personal you want to find someone you can trust and with whom you have a good rapport Most people tend to rely on referrals from friends or colleagues when searching out a new doctor

Web sites like ldquoVitalsrdquo and ldquoHealthGradesrdquo both of which provide independent doctor ratings based on a variety of data are making it easier to locate a good doctor by using more information than just their name in the phone book Other sites such as ldquoFindaDocrdquo and ldquoRateMDscom ldquorely more heavily on a consumer rating model meaning you can pick a doctor based on the feelings of your peers

Tweet HealthWeb-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Dr Nidhi MathewMHA (HO) 1st Year

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The web is even making appointment setting easier In addition to providing a database of doctors with consumer reviews ldquoZocDocrdquo also lets you book an appoint-ment with that doctor straight from the Internet It currently works in New York City

Treatment and patient supportThough for most serious conditions you shouldnrsquot rely on the web for diagnosis or care there are a handful of web sites beginning to offer actual medical treat-ment from real doctors ldquoAmerican Wellrdquo for example creates software to facilitate online doctor consultations via a webcam that is currently being used by military service members and their families for web-based psychological evaluations while ldquoBreak-Throughrdquo offers a similar online ser-vice for civilian consumers who want to talk to qualified therapists from home by phone chat video or email UK-based ldquoMyChoiceMDcomrdquo offers a completely online doctor consultation service as wellCreating and enabling support communi-ties online is one area in which social media is perfectly suited Online support group sites like ldquoPatientsLikeMerdquo and ldquoDailyStrengthrdquo offer online discussion groups for people going through a wide variety of medical treatments ailments or conditions ldquoCarePagesrdquo con-nects patients by encouraging them to share their stories through blogging and building support circles among friends family and peersAnother support group site ldquoMedHelprdquo offers a wide variety of personal health applications such as weight addiction blood pressure and cholesterol trackers These plug into the sitersquos social networking and support forums to give patients ways to track their health and progress while they receive support from others going through the same thing

Controlling costsIf proven to be safe and accurate online consultation and self-diagnosis in addition to being an agoraphobersquos dream come true could potentially save a lot of money by reducing overhead costs associated with running a busy office

One way in which the web promises to severely reduce healthcare costs is by digitizing records Record-keeping accounts for a reportedly huge amount of the costs associated with the modern healthcare system yet these records are kept most-ly using archaic technology that is in dire need of modernization Using so-called Personal Health Re-cord (PHR) systems that would allow consumers to access their health records over the web like a credit score and send them anywhere they authorized (to doctors emergency care centers pharmacists etc) promises to revolutionize the way we give and re-ceive care

IssuesThough there are certainly major privacy issues to address PHRs such as ldquoMicrosoft HealthVaultrdquo ldquoGoogle Healthrdquo ldquoWebMD PHRrdquo and ldquoRevolution Health PHRrdquo mean millions of dollars in cost-savings and potentially safer transfer of records to those who need to see them (so that we can assure for example that a patient is never given a medication they have an allergy to)

In conclusion studies show that over half of all ldquoe-patientsrdquo are turning to social media Where-as ldquonon-user generatedrdquo healthcare content is generally based on academic knowledge clinical results and marketing spin social media health-care content is built on patient opinions and personal accounts Therefore over half of ldquoe-patientsrdquo are making healthcare decisions based at least in part on information provided by other patients Social media provides a platform for unsolicited feedback Two other advantages of social media are that conversations are peer-to-peer rather than ldquomoderator-to-consumerrdquo and patients are often afforded a greater level of anonymity in social media The psychological differences between these two scenarios are likely to lead to the expression of more honest opinions

The only social media for healthcare that is effectively functional in India as of date is Health-caremagiccom Though healthcare through social media still has a long way to go in India where affordable healthcare for all is the most pressing issue the hopes are not bleak for its web-literate portion

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Ideology and Ambedkarwhy Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambedkarian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology

Ms Deepika Rose Alex MSW 2nd Year

India hasnrsquot actually produced any revolutionar-ies because of many of the structural constraints that we have By revolution I mean here a radical structural change But in DR BR Ambedkar we can see different colors of radicalism coming together from radical humanism to radical structuralism Ambedkar for a major part of his life was a radical humanist He wanted to liberate the human reason from the chains of Hinduism dominated by samhitas and shastra and to celebrate human dignity When the whole India was fighting against the slavery from British he stood alone against internal slavery that a group of people was undergoing To him Indiarsquos political freedom is useless unless and until it attains social justice inside its boundaries And when India attained her freedom he considered it not indepen-dence but a mere transfer of power from colonizers to a set of internal elites And to him nationalism was the conspiracy of this group to create a myth of India as a nation even in the brain of the slaves of that period dalits It was nationalism without a nation for him Indiarsquos experiences till now have proved it right

He proclaimed his aim is the recovery of human dignity of a group of people who were con-sidered worse than animals by the Brahminical society he was the most learned person of the time and through his careful scrutiny of Vedic literature he arrived at the conclusion that Indiarsquos history is written from the Brahminical perspective and brought into light all the Brahmin conspiracy against shudras women and nature Through his thorough engagement with knowledge he arrived at a point where he defined what an ideal religion should be like His idea of reforming Hindu religion was deconstruction and reconstruction He questioned the base of Hindu religion by rejecting the authority of Vedas and shastras When he felt this transforma-tion canrsquot be possible from within he went outside through the mass conversion to Buddhism

Thus he became a radical structuralist not exactly by creating a dialectical opposite to religion but a parallel structure called Buddhism against the existing oppressive structure of Hinduism He was a mass leader the great human right activist subaltern historian and enlightened man that India has ever seen His fight was for human dignityIf this is the case then why Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambed-karian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology Is it that Marxism and Weberism are a safer shelter when people talks about ideologies Do they have a clear reason why they are Marxist is it that they adopt a Marxist label because they feel itrsquos something western and intellectual and so it is elitist I argue that many dalits who claims themselves as Ambedkarites do so because they are dalits and they havenrsquot understood Ambed-karian ideology outside the casteist framework from a humanist perspective and the non dalits rejects Ambedkarism also for the same reason I agree to the fact that Ambedkar is the only intellect who showed the untouchables a way out of their oppression But his theorizations had the potential to be a universal critical perspective just like Marxism There are many misinterpretations that have been prevalent all these yearsWhat does the word Dalit mean Yes it meant bro-ken But itrsquos not the case now Dalit the term has a revolutionary assertion associated with it it means disagreeing and delineating oneself from the elitism From the dominant ideology From the oppressors In that sense the term Dalit is not only associated with the so called lower castes although the con-cept is a challenge to Brahmanism Dalit is a word that reflects the multiple voices of the oppressed It is a word that signifies the protestors anyone who dares to challenge the hegemony

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The Brahminical society has a role in stigmatizing the term dalits and also the efforts and ideology of DrAmbedkar As G Alosious says lsquowithin the mainstream social sciences the man is consid-ered as the leader of the Mahar caste at worst and the drafter of constitution at bestkeeping Ambedkar as far away as pos-sible from the sacredsecretive subject of nation and nationalism (many among the intelligentsia would not hesitate considering him even as an anti national)is part and parcel of the overall elite strategy to maintain the dominance of its ideology over knowl-edge-production and knowledge - circulation in this countryrsquo(Aloysius 2009)

Dominant voices made him the messiah of untouchables And Ambedkarian perspective is a perspective untouched A great example is how Ambedkar ideology which is a universal ideol-ogy is prevented from being institutionalized in Indian universi-ties and schools Still Dalit social work is not a part of social work institutes across the country except TISS

But in TISS also while all the critical theories including Marxism femi-nism and postmodernism is taught Ambedkarian perspective which is the most relevant anti-oppressive perspective in Indian context is not taught You are not even in a position to discuss about Ambedkarian per-spective as we donrsquot know it and its potentials

What is needed is an intellectual activism Itrsquos an activism through pen voice and your way of life and thinking Ambedkarian ideology is an ideology misinterpreted Every Dalit should be able to proclaim loudly that she is a Dalit understanding what is the meaning of the term Your caste is not the only aspect that is making you a Dalit Your experiences your attitude and your courage make you a Dalit Ambedkarian ideology is your ideology not only because you belong to a particular caste but also you believe in equity Because you are evolving and liberating yourself from the hegemony You have the courage to stand against the dominant voice

( mosquitoes )

The other day I was at a coffee shop drinking coffee and silently waiting for ideas to catch me It was good coffee and the sun was lazy so I was willing to indulge their absence Besides I had money for a change How long can a good morning last Before long I heard an electric crack The fly catcher had caught a mosquito My scalp prickled Where there is one there are bound to be others A crazed brood out for psychological blood I think they know their power I am convinced they know the potency of their whine otherwise why do they fly around your ear If it was food they were after a quick swoop and a suck ought to have satiated them I would never grudge them their nutrition itrsquos the whine I object to

I want to reach for my hair and tear them out when I hear ithellip

I shifted to another table but it was futile The mosquitoes entered like a swarm and smoth-ered the tiny place I pushed back my chair struggled with my wallet and ran for the door Beads of sweat dotted my middle-aged brow Out on the pavement the sun was suddenly too hot and there were suddenly too many people Nobody seemed to mind the mosquitoes except for meThey were blackening the horizon like clouds of locusts I had seen on TV The skin became tight against my throat and I couldnrsquot breathe I gasped and gagged and staggered past people carrying umbrellas and children Shield the children I wanted to squeak The mosquitoes are coming

The mosquitoes are cominghellipThe mosquitoes are cominghellip

As it so happens mosquitoes bother me I am not one of them who can absently swat at one of them irritating buggers and flip the page in the same motion I start up when I hear the whine in my ear wildly slap at it and nurse my coffee waiting to hear it approach again I cannot concentrate when there are mosqui-toes around me I cannot sleep if I see a mosquito in the vicinityPeople are scared of snakes I fear mosquitoes

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

t

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 8: Unmaad 2010

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The Quirky People In My LifeLooking out of the bus on my way to college today I got thinking about the quirky people in my life Here are a few for you

Rishie is the sweetest soul on earth he would invite all the lonely people on earth and befriend them-and he does that irrespective of the fact whether they want to befriendedWhen you meet him even if it is after a decade you receive the same warm welcome deserving of a bosom chum- the only problem is that he greets the drivers the shop assistants the various handymen and women in his life similarlyhellip making you wonderhellipPeople have several complains in lifehelliphis generally is lsquoso and so refused to be his guestrsquo Even though you desire his com-pany you would put it off if that particular day you arenrsquot in an exuberant mood

Smita is another one If you ever intend to get your message across speak the opposite If you complain about the health-care system shersquoll have ten ready statements opposing you If you dare speak against the maid shersquoll make you feel guilty in a couple of minutes The moment you begin cribbing about life be assured yoursquoll discover two hundred new reasons to start living with full vigor When people say its cold and dipping mercury points to same shersquoll venture out in her sexiest clothing And expect her to come dressed up as a Saudi woman meeting the religious police - for a beach party

Shalini is another character who is the living example of the proverb lsquochirag tale andherarsquo Shersquoll go out of her way to help someone never mind her own work never got done in the process and that it inconvenienced you too

Her free car-service is always ready - if you need to go some place urgently itrsquos a given that you take the public transport-the family vehicle is ferrying somebody else somewhere on the planet At her parties there are always more guests than either space or food as a direct consequence of being her kin you are the one who goes to bed hungry while gate crashers enjoy She is so busy taking care of the world that you are quietly taking care of her work (and getting no credit in return)

Rohan is the perfect fighter itrsquos his birthright to fight with the world verbally or physically Well to show his strength what else You walk on the road and meet ten people who give you menacing looks you wonder what has happened A tug at memory strings remindsyou that these are the new folks Rohan has been trying out his macho skills in the past week Irsquoll make more enemies in this world due to this brother of mine than make friends courtesy my skills

Ravi looks at only two things-the mirror and the fairer sex Hersquos been chided by parents innumerable times for the former and received innumerable injuries both men-tal and physical for the latter He says he is inspired by lsquoArjunrsquo in Mahabharat ndashhersquos not ever going to lose focus And since hersquos too young to settle down anytime in the near future I foresee another year of bruises and battering at the hands of boyfriends brothers fathers et al

I donrsquot know what I would do without these people in my life hellipfor starters begin living peacefully

Ms Swati Jha MPH 1st Year

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After all not every morning does she manage to wake up early enough to go for walks though she resolves to do so every night She hummed a tune and jogged along the empty avenue towards the park That is where she told herself I shall stroll for sometimes and then head back home to get ready for college As the dim amber marquee hanging overhead gradually turned azure the Chembur streets unfamiliar in their desolation began to regain their usual bustling air People ubiquitous and nondescript started populating the thorough-fares lsquoHow short-lived was the romantic quietude of the placersquo she sighed and nonchalantly jogged onhellip

By the time she reached her destination she was panting with fatigue and collapsing on the bench wondering if she should return home But she scolded herself ldquoExhausted or lazy this is how I perpetually feel Can I try being a little ac-tive for a changerdquo She looked around ndash there were people in the park who were jogging vigorously or exercising frantically or walking briskly and even sauntering dreamily She would join them in a moment she told herself and continued to sit in the not-so-comfortable bench

As her gaze moved around the park she discovered that there were other people there apart from the fitness enthusiasts People who were there for reasons other than her own-who were there to sell wares There was a nariyal pani wala who was doing brisk business with many health freaks crowding around him to have the revitalizing drink She thought of queuing up there too when she smelt the appetizing aroma of fried vada yes an idli-vada seller was there at the park too There was a tea-vendor and a woman who was sweeping away the dead leaves and other garbage Shoshele looked out through the grills of the park-she no longer saw merely crowded streets populated by nondescript people

She saw newspaper vendors peddling their bicycles vegetable-hawkers and men with piles of bricks on their heads who probably were labourers at some nearby construction sites As she sat on the park bench riveted by the sights which suddenly seemed to have emerged before her she found herself recollecting the words of her professor ldquoThe informal sector is not invisible It is there all around us we interact with its players every day yet we chose not to notice the mammoth thriving structurerdquo True in a sprawling metropolis like Mumbai we notice with admiration posh sky-scrappers glittering shopping malls and swanky eateries And we see-or chose not to see-dingy squalid streets where we assume poverty and deprivation thrive How many of us she asked herself think of the millions who battle every day on Mumbai avenues and alleys to make a decent living They look neither malnourished and grimy nor chic and affluent and hence rarely ever catch our attention They along with their counterparts all over the country constitute 93 of Indiarsquos work-ing population-they who are the informal sector workers Shoshelersquos mind once again plunged into reveries the numerous theories which she had read on causes of growth and characteristics of the informal sector now jostled for attention in her headhellip

The term Informal sector generally denotes-despite conflicting opinions regarding its defining features-the wide gamut of economic activities which are not legally regulated or rec-ognized and workers who do not enjoy any form of protected employment relations Its compo-nents can broadly be divided into two categories- the self employed who run small enterprises with varied amounts of capital investment and the wage workers who enjoy neither wage nor employment security and protection

The Invisible Men and WomenAt 7orsquoclock on a balmy Sunday morning Shoshele went for a morning walk to her neighbourhood park She was feeling as fresh as the invigorating cool breeze of the twilight hour and as cheerful as the twittering birds around her

Ms Arunima Chakraborty1st Year Globalisation and Labour

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Is the growth of the informal or unorganized sector always viewed as an alarming trend The term was coined by Keith Hart in his 1971 study on the urban economy of Ghana and during this decade the dominant view as propounded by the Dualist School was that the informal sector comes into existence in developing countries due to over-population and low absorption of labour in the formal sector It is not related to the formal industrial development and would meet its demise when modern industrial growth becomes more inclusive

The Structuralist School which emerged in the 1980s on the other hand viewed the informal sector as inextricably linked to the formal sector-it reduces the input and labour costs of the big businesses by serving as their sub-ordinate economic ad manufacturing units to which work is subcontracted Thus it is the capitalist system of production which makes the unregulated informal sector persist to enhance its own profitability This explains why there has been despite a consistent GDP growth rate of over 65 in the past decade lack of employment generation in the formal sector of India Following the implementa-tion of the LPG (Liberalisation Privatisation Globalisation) model in the early 1990s labour laws were considerably relaxed and as a result the formal sector witnessed capital-intensive growth Employment was generated all right but largely in the informal sector where because of its unregulated nature big firms can employ workers without having any legal obligations to offer them decent wages safe working conditions and social security measures The third school of thought the Legalist School led by economist Hernando Di Sotto tries to explain the rise of the informal sector by the fact that in many countries the process of acquiring legal recognition for business enterprises is expensive and cumbersome

The small entrepreneur naturally finds it more advantageous to operate his unit illegally rath-er than to suffer at the hands of bureaucratic red-tapism Recent studies have revealed that the informal sector tends to expand in a country when it faces economic downturn as had happened in the Asian lsquoTigerrsquo countries during the economic crisis of 1997

The private as well as public firms were downsized or closed and consequently was created a large number of retrenched workers who swarmed to join the informal sector

Thus the informal sector does not exist simply because our housing society bhajiwala( vegetable vendor) and the millions of others like him do not have the requisite skills to participate in the technology-driven competitive lsquoknowledgersquo economy They continue to have such traditional source of livelihood because the formal capitalist economies can thrive only with the support of informal sector Its members do not enjoy fixed hours of work safe working conditions security of employment or wages and any of the benefits for which the working class movement has struggled for over a century now-maternity benefits pension on retirement non-employment of child labour etc there are legal political and economic complexities which have contributed to the expansion of the informal economyhellip

Shoshele was shaken out of her reverie by a sudden noise she turned back to see a red track pants-clad man arguing with the nariyalpani wala over something She overheard the manrsquos agitated voice ldquoYou are a cheat I say How dare you give charge fifteen bucks for so small a coconut It is not worth evenhelliprdquo She looked away Every day the thousands of people all around her-the street peddlers the domestic helps the factory workers the agriculture labourers the road-side dhaba owners et al- struggle against not just poverty but socio-eco-nomic inequality and injustice They struggle for a life of dignity It is high time Shoshele pondered the state accorded them at least that much ldquoBut what about the people When would they learn to recognize the innumerable and affordable services offered by the informal sector

Will Mr Red-track pants ever demand an expla-nation from the manager of a swanky eatery in a posh mall as to why everything is so expensive thererdquo Shoshele felt indignant if her friends had seen her then they would have sworn that she had never seemed more sweaty and pensive before

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I almost rush past to Mumma not past the experience though

As chastity gets implanted and built and nurtured through thread hems fabric length flesh and words until I do not know which precedes what

The discourse in the car pool I travelled got built around flesh and length again amidst coy eyes nudging one another and nibbling nails

Couldnrsquot we have been a little bolder A little little more bold like my friend who wore a dark pink sleeve-less dress on her birthday only to be mutilated by words by us and the nuns alike

So I added colour and loud as an antithesis to chaste I wondered why as the elasticity of the socks loos-ened they always receded down as also did necklines imbibed beliefs and morals and so onAnd on a dull grey day I wonder if it is not simply the force of gravitationhellip

I decide to delve amidst pores of flesh and on to blood bones tissue and other things to recover the im-permeable chasteness until I run vacant and stifled each time being put on medication with anti allergens

I pinch and prick and press hard every bit of my flesh as my cousin runs snuggling her love on the alleys and shores of this city

My twelve institutional years keep running in and out and around and into me as I sit muffled and dumb even on sun coloured days to render them glum

My head dances bedazzled as my friends sway their bodies to the music of the disc ndash as I effort at an overt placidity while my body runs wild

My friends think I must be some sort of a nerd to be wearing socks all the time while I re- discover hem-lines and peripheries constantly snuggling my pillow

I detest my steady retreat into sleep to conceal my powerlessness to run into the sun

Meanwhile my cousin runs loves pains and one day merges into my blue in a white saree (so I think)

Chaste ndash through the yawn of the white cleavage she stands as the nails of her index middle ring and little fingers dig into her palm till I see the deep dense fiery liquid ooze and smack my face

ChasteChaste ndash through the first scuttle and scurry of joining motherrsquos arms at recess as the nuns stop me to lsquopull up my socks up to my kneesrsquo

Ms Sangeeta Roy1st Year Womenrsquos Studies

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When he first came to our house I do not recall But with every subsequent visit he became a part of our lives He brought with him the golden syrup in IMFL bottles which was unlike anything in packed bottles we had had so far But even more than that he would bring with him anecdotes and tales of how he would collect the honey Our favourite was his description of how his nose became the size of a cricket ball when the bees stung him His countless repetitions of the story would leave us in splits never failing to amaze Though at times his wares would not find their way into our home his conversation and stories would linger long after he left Times like these seem so integral to our existence that they seem to last a lifetime Truth is that years pass and we grow up and go our different ways The man grew more wizened and probably a little older The spirit and the routine remained unchanged as ever

As we moved away from Assam letters and phone calls would always find a mention of the honey man and his anecdotes He seemed invincible Till the day my mother told me he had not come for a week As weeks turned to months we resigned to the fact that he had stopped coming altogether maybe foreverLives and geographies changed Today I find myself buying honey packed in attractive bottles off the shelves of supermarkets A golden liquid in a bottle with an ill fitting cap becomes the stuff memories are made of

Till the other day when a friend gives me the same nectar in a plastic bottle with an ill fitting cap A semi urban township a lazy life and a wizened man rush back to me To a man who gave more than what he took I hope you continue to bring joy with your wares and wit wherever you are

Honey and MORE

Ms Arpita DasA wizened man in a spotless white dhoti and cracked shoes

Thatrsquos how I recall my first honey filled moment Literally It was one of the many firsts of my life in semi urban Assam The move from the bus-tling metropolis life to an almost lazy one in an industrial township in Assam had its shares of novelty The honey man was one of those memo-rable first time happenings

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Getting across to the other side of the world is no more the mission of daring explorers Media and communication have made this possible at the click of a button The number of people who connect to the world through the internet is increasing exponentially Blogs and social networks have made it possible to the let the world know about you and your world while you sit back on your personal computer in your own little corner From video conferencing with dear ones across the globe to adding to your bank balance the internet has made ev-erything possible

Yet for one sector in particular engage-ment on blogs and social networks carries special concerns That sector is healthcare Medical societies hospitals pharmaceutical companies and doctors in private practice tend to view social media as fraught with pitfalls But there are great opportunities for those willing to take the plunge Web-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Health informationOne of the most obvious ways that the web and social media are making our lives healthier is in the proliferation of health informationToday health mega-portals like ldquoWebMDrdquo ldquoRevolution Healthrdquo and ldquoYahoo Healthrdquo contain all the information one could possibly want mdash and itrsquos all searchable and available instantly

Self diagnosisBeing able to use the web for self diagnosis is truly revolutionizing the way many of us care for ourselves and how we approach doctor visits Other sites such as ldquorVitardquo which registers qualified medical practitioners to provide health infor-mation and ldquoHakia Healthrdquo which maintains a database of vetted medical information sources help users to make sure the information they are getting online is accurate reliable and medically sound Another web site ldquoOrganizedWisdomrdquo is something like Wikipedia for health but every article is written and reviewed by qualified professionalsFor those more interested in self-diagnosis ldquoDoubleCheckMDrdquo can help you determine if your symptoms are the result of sickness or a medication yoursquore taking or if medications are safe to take at the same time The virtual doctor at ldquoFreeMDrdquo meanwhile will help you to figure out whatrsquos wrong and if you need to visit a doctor

Choosing your doctorChoosing a doctor to visit every time you are ill is an important decision Because medical care is so personal you want to find someone you can trust and with whom you have a good rapport Most people tend to rely on referrals from friends or colleagues when searching out a new doctor

Web sites like ldquoVitalsrdquo and ldquoHealthGradesrdquo both of which provide independent doctor ratings based on a variety of data are making it easier to locate a good doctor by using more information than just their name in the phone book Other sites such as ldquoFindaDocrdquo and ldquoRateMDscom ldquorely more heavily on a consumer rating model meaning you can pick a doctor based on the feelings of your peers

Tweet HealthWeb-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Dr Nidhi MathewMHA (HO) 1st Year

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The web is even making appointment setting easier In addition to providing a database of doctors with consumer reviews ldquoZocDocrdquo also lets you book an appoint-ment with that doctor straight from the Internet It currently works in New York City

Treatment and patient supportThough for most serious conditions you shouldnrsquot rely on the web for diagnosis or care there are a handful of web sites beginning to offer actual medical treat-ment from real doctors ldquoAmerican Wellrdquo for example creates software to facilitate online doctor consultations via a webcam that is currently being used by military service members and their families for web-based psychological evaluations while ldquoBreak-Throughrdquo offers a similar online ser-vice for civilian consumers who want to talk to qualified therapists from home by phone chat video or email UK-based ldquoMyChoiceMDcomrdquo offers a completely online doctor consultation service as wellCreating and enabling support communi-ties online is one area in which social media is perfectly suited Online support group sites like ldquoPatientsLikeMerdquo and ldquoDailyStrengthrdquo offer online discussion groups for people going through a wide variety of medical treatments ailments or conditions ldquoCarePagesrdquo con-nects patients by encouraging them to share their stories through blogging and building support circles among friends family and peersAnother support group site ldquoMedHelprdquo offers a wide variety of personal health applications such as weight addiction blood pressure and cholesterol trackers These plug into the sitersquos social networking and support forums to give patients ways to track their health and progress while they receive support from others going through the same thing

Controlling costsIf proven to be safe and accurate online consultation and self-diagnosis in addition to being an agoraphobersquos dream come true could potentially save a lot of money by reducing overhead costs associated with running a busy office

One way in which the web promises to severely reduce healthcare costs is by digitizing records Record-keeping accounts for a reportedly huge amount of the costs associated with the modern healthcare system yet these records are kept most-ly using archaic technology that is in dire need of modernization Using so-called Personal Health Re-cord (PHR) systems that would allow consumers to access their health records over the web like a credit score and send them anywhere they authorized (to doctors emergency care centers pharmacists etc) promises to revolutionize the way we give and re-ceive care

IssuesThough there are certainly major privacy issues to address PHRs such as ldquoMicrosoft HealthVaultrdquo ldquoGoogle Healthrdquo ldquoWebMD PHRrdquo and ldquoRevolution Health PHRrdquo mean millions of dollars in cost-savings and potentially safer transfer of records to those who need to see them (so that we can assure for example that a patient is never given a medication they have an allergy to)

In conclusion studies show that over half of all ldquoe-patientsrdquo are turning to social media Where-as ldquonon-user generatedrdquo healthcare content is generally based on academic knowledge clinical results and marketing spin social media health-care content is built on patient opinions and personal accounts Therefore over half of ldquoe-patientsrdquo are making healthcare decisions based at least in part on information provided by other patients Social media provides a platform for unsolicited feedback Two other advantages of social media are that conversations are peer-to-peer rather than ldquomoderator-to-consumerrdquo and patients are often afforded a greater level of anonymity in social media The psychological differences between these two scenarios are likely to lead to the expression of more honest opinions

The only social media for healthcare that is effectively functional in India as of date is Health-caremagiccom Though healthcare through social media still has a long way to go in India where affordable healthcare for all is the most pressing issue the hopes are not bleak for its web-literate portion

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Ideology and Ambedkarwhy Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambedkarian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology

Ms Deepika Rose Alex MSW 2nd Year

India hasnrsquot actually produced any revolutionar-ies because of many of the structural constraints that we have By revolution I mean here a radical structural change But in DR BR Ambedkar we can see different colors of radicalism coming together from radical humanism to radical structuralism Ambedkar for a major part of his life was a radical humanist He wanted to liberate the human reason from the chains of Hinduism dominated by samhitas and shastra and to celebrate human dignity When the whole India was fighting against the slavery from British he stood alone against internal slavery that a group of people was undergoing To him Indiarsquos political freedom is useless unless and until it attains social justice inside its boundaries And when India attained her freedom he considered it not indepen-dence but a mere transfer of power from colonizers to a set of internal elites And to him nationalism was the conspiracy of this group to create a myth of India as a nation even in the brain of the slaves of that period dalits It was nationalism without a nation for him Indiarsquos experiences till now have proved it right

He proclaimed his aim is the recovery of human dignity of a group of people who were con-sidered worse than animals by the Brahminical society he was the most learned person of the time and through his careful scrutiny of Vedic literature he arrived at the conclusion that Indiarsquos history is written from the Brahminical perspective and brought into light all the Brahmin conspiracy against shudras women and nature Through his thorough engagement with knowledge he arrived at a point where he defined what an ideal religion should be like His idea of reforming Hindu religion was deconstruction and reconstruction He questioned the base of Hindu religion by rejecting the authority of Vedas and shastras When he felt this transforma-tion canrsquot be possible from within he went outside through the mass conversion to Buddhism

Thus he became a radical structuralist not exactly by creating a dialectical opposite to religion but a parallel structure called Buddhism against the existing oppressive structure of Hinduism He was a mass leader the great human right activist subaltern historian and enlightened man that India has ever seen His fight was for human dignityIf this is the case then why Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambed-karian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology Is it that Marxism and Weberism are a safer shelter when people talks about ideologies Do they have a clear reason why they are Marxist is it that they adopt a Marxist label because they feel itrsquos something western and intellectual and so it is elitist I argue that many dalits who claims themselves as Ambedkarites do so because they are dalits and they havenrsquot understood Ambed-karian ideology outside the casteist framework from a humanist perspective and the non dalits rejects Ambedkarism also for the same reason I agree to the fact that Ambedkar is the only intellect who showed the untouchables a way out of their oppression But his theorizations had the potential to be a universal critical perspective just like Marxism There are many misinterpretations that have been prevalent all these yearsWhat does the word Dalit mean Yes it meant bro-ken But itrsquos not the case now Dalit the term has a revolutionary assertion associated with it it means disagreeing and delineating oneself from the elitism From the dominant ideology From the oppressors In that sense the term Dalit is not only associated with the so called lower castes although the con-cept is a challenge to Brahmanism Dalit is a word that reflects the multiple voices of the oppressed It is a word that signifies the protestors anyone who dares to challenge the hegemony

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The Brahminical society has a role in stigmatizing the term dalits and also the efforts and ideology of DrAmbedkar As G Alosious says lsquowithin the mainstream social sciences the man is consid-ered as the leader of the Mahar caste at worst and the drafter of constitution at bestkeeping Ambedkar as far away as pos-sible from the sacredsecretive subject of nation and nationalism (many among the intelligentsia would not hesitate considering him even as an anti national)is part and parcel of the overall elite strategy to maintain the dominance of its ideology over knowl-edge-production and knowledge - circulation in this countryrsquo(Aloysius 2009)

Dominant voices made him the messiah of untouchables And Ambedkarian perspective is a perspective untouched A great example is how Ambedkar ideology which is a universal ideol-ogy is prevented from being institutionalized in Indian universi-ties and schools Still Dalit social work is not a part of social work institutes across the country except TISS

But in TISS also while all the critical theories including Marxism femi-nism and postmodernism is taught Ambedkarian perspective which is the most relevant anti-oppressive perspective in Indian context is not taught You are not even in a position to discuss about Ambedkarian per-spective as we donrsquot know it and its potentials

What is needed is an intellectual activism Itrsquos an activism through pen voice and your way of life and thinking Ambedkarian ideology is an ideology misinterpreted Every Dalit should be able to proclaim loudly that she is a Dalit understanding what is the meaning of the term Your caste is not the only aspect that is making you a Dalit Your experiences your attitude and your courage make you a Dalit Ambedkarian ideology is your ideology not only because you belong to a particular caste but also you believe in equity Because you are evolving and liberating yourself from the hegemony You have the courage to stand against the dominant voice

( mosquitoes )

The other day I was at a coffee shop drinking coffee and silently waiting for ideas to catch me It was good coffee and the sun was lazy so I was willing to indulge their absence Besides I had money for a change How long can a good morning last Before long I heard an electric crack The fly catcher had caught a mosquito My scalp prickled Where there is one there are bound to be others A crazed brood out for psychological blood I think they know their power I am convinced they know the potency of their whine otherwise why do they fly around your ear If it was food they were after a quick swoop and a suck ought to have satiated them I would never grudge them their nutrition itrsquos the whine I object to

I want to reach for my hair and tear them out when I hear ithellip

I shifted to another table but it was futile The mosquitoes entered like a swarm and smoth-ered the tiny place I pushed back my chair struggled with my wallet and ran for the door Beads of sweat dotted my middle-aged brow Out on the pavement the sun was suddenly too hot and there were suddenly too many people Nobody seemed to mind the mosquitoes except for meThey were blackening the horizon like clouds of locusts I had seen on TV The skin became tight against my throat and I couldnrsquot breathe I gasped and gagged and staggered past people carrying umbrellas and children Shield the children I wanted to squeak The mosquitoes are coming

The mosquitoes are cominghellipThe mosquitoes are cominghellip

As it so happens mosquitoes bother me I am not one of them who can absently swat at one of them irritating buggers and flip the page in the same motion I start up when I hear the whine in my ear wildly slap at it and nurse my coffee waiting to hear it approach again I cannot concentrate when there are mosqui-toes around me I cannot sleep if I see a mosquito in the vicinityPeople are scared of snakes I fear mosquitoes

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

t

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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After all not every morning does she manage to wake up early enough to go for walks though she resolves to do so every night She hummed a tune and jogged along the empty avenue towards the park That is where she told herself I shall stroll for sometimes and then head back home to get ready for college As the dim amber marquee hanging overhead gradually turned azure the Chembur streets unfamiliar in their desolation began to regain their usual bustling air People ubiquitous and nondescript started populating the thorough-fares lsquoHow short-lived was the romantic quietude of the placersquo she sighed and nonchalantly jogged onhellip

By the time she reached her destination she was panting with fatigue and collapsing on the bench wondering if she should return home But she scolded herself ldquoExhausted or lazy this is how I perpetually feel Can I try being a little ac-tive for a changerdquo She looked around ndash there were people in the park who were jogging vigorously or exercising frantically or walking briskly and even sauntering dreamily She would join them in a moment she told herself and continued to sit in the not-so-comfortable bench

As her gaze moved around the park she discovered that there were other people there apart from the fitness enthusiasts People who were there for reasons other than her own-who were there to sell wares There was a nariyal pani wala who was doing brisk business with many health freaks crowding around him to have the revitalizing drink She thought of queuing up there too when she smelt the appetizing aroma of fried vada yes an idli-vada seller was there at the park too There was a tea-vendor and a woman who was sweeping away the dead leaves and other garbage Shoshele looked out through the grills of the park-she no longer saw merely crowded streets populated by nondescript people

She saw newspaper vendors peddling their bicycles vegetable-hawkers and men with piles of bricks on their heads who probably were labourers at some nearby construction sites As she sat on the park bench riveted by the sights which suddenly seemed to have emerged before her she found herself recollecting the words of her professor ldquoThe informal sector is not invisible It is there all around us we interact with its players every day yet we chose not to notice the mammoth thriving structurerdquo True in a sprawling metropolis like Mumbai we notice with admiration posh sky-scrappers glittering shopping malls and swanky eateries And we see-or chose not to see-dingy squalid streets where we assume poverty and deprivation thrive How many of us she asked herself think of the millions who battle every day on Mumbai avenues and alleys to make a decent living They look neither malnourished and grimy nor chic and affluent and hence rarely ever catch our attention They along with their counterparts all over the country constitute 93 of Indiarsquos work-ing population-they who are the informal sector workers Shoshelersquos mind once again plunged into reveries the numerous theories which she had read on causes of growth and characteristics of the informal sector now jostled for attention in her headhellip

The term Informal sector generally denotes-despite conflicting opinions regarding its defining features-the wide gamut of economic activities which are not legally regulated or rec-ognized and workers who do not enjoy any form of protected employment relations Its compo-nents can broadly be divided into two categories- the self employed who run small enterprises with varied amounts of capital investment and the wage workers who enjoy neither wage nor employment security and protection

The Invisible Men and WomenAt 7orsquoclock on a balmy Sunday morning Shoshele went for a morning walk to her neighbourhood park She was feeling as fresh as the invigorating cool breeze of the twilight hour and as cheerful as the twittering birds around her

Ms Arunima Chakraborty1st Year Globalisation and Labour

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Is the growth of the informal or unorganized sector always viewed as an alarming trend The term was coined by Keith Hart in his 1971 study on the urban economy of Ghana and during this decade the dominant view as propounded by the Dualist School was that the informal sector comes into existence in developing countries due to over-population and low absorption of labour in the formal sector It is not related to the formal industrial development and would meet its demise when modern industrial growth becomes more inclusive

The Structuralist School which emerged in the 1980s on the other hand viewed the informal sector as inextricably linked to the formal sector-it reduces the input and labour costs of the big businesses by serving as their sub-ordinate economic ad manufacturing units to which work is subcontracted Thus it is the capitalist system of production which makes the unregulated informal sector persist to enhance its own profitability This explains why there has been despite a consistent GDP growth rate of over 65 in the past decade lack of employment generation in the formal sector of India Following the implementa-tion of the LPG (Liberalisation Privatisation Globalisation) model in the early 1990s labour laws were considerably relaxed and as a result the formal sector witnessed capital-intensive growth Employment was generated all right but largely in the informal sector where because of its unregulated nature big firms can employ workers without having any legal obligations to offer them decent wages safe working conditions and social security measures The third school of thought the Legalist School led by economist Hernando Di Sotto tries to explain the rise of the informal sector by the fact that in many countries the process of acquiring legal recognition for business enterprises is expensive and cumbersome

The small entrepreneur naturally finds it more advantageous to operate his unit illegally rath-er than to suffer at the hands of bureaucratic red-tapism Recent studies have revealed that the informal sector tends to expand in a country when it faces economic downturn as had happened in the Asian lsquoTigerrsquo countries during the economic crisis of 1997

The private as well as public firms were downsized or closed and consequently was created a large number of retrenched workers who swarmed to join the informal sector

Thus the informal sector does not exist simply because our housing society bhajiwala( vegetable vendor) and the millions of others like him do not have the requisite skills to participate in the technology-driven competitive lsquoknowledgersquo economy They continue to have such traditional source of livelihood because the formal capitalist economies can thrive only with the support of informal sector Its members do not enjoy fixed hours of work safe working conditions security of employment or wages and any of the benefits for which the working class movement has struggled for over a century now-maternity benefits pension on retirement non-employment of child labour etc there are legal political and economic complexities which have contributed to the expansion of the informal economyhellip

Shoshele was shaken out of her reverie by a sudden noise she turned back to see a red track pants-clad man arguing with the nariyalpani wala over something She overheard the manrsquos agitated voice ldquoYou are a cheat I say How dare you give charge fifteen bucks for so small a coconut It is not worth evenhelliprdquo She looked away Every day the thousands of people all around her-the street peddlers the domestic helps the factory workers the agriculture labourers the road-side dhaba owners et al- struggle against not just poverty but socio-eco-nomic inequality and injustice They struggle for a life of dignity It is high time Shoshele pondered the state accorded them at least that much ldquoBut what about the people When would they learn to recognize the innumerable and affordable services offered by the informal sector

Will Mr Red-track pants ever demand an expla-nation from the manager of a swanky eatery in a posh mall as to why everything is so expensive thererdquo Shoshele felt indignant if her friends had seen her then they would have sworn that she had never seemed more sweaty and pensive before

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I almost rush past to Mumma not past the experience though

As chastity gets implanted and built and nurtured through thread hems fabric length flesh and words until I do not know which precedes what

The discourse in the car pool I travelled got built around flesh and length again amidst coy eyes nudging one another and nibbling nails

Couldnrsquot we have been a little bolder A little little more bold like my friend who wore a dark pink sleeve-less dress on her birthday only to be mutilated by words by us and the nuns alike

So I added colour and loud as an antithesis to chaste I wondered why as the elasticity of the socks loos-ened they always receded down as also did necklines imbibed beliefs and morals and so onAnd on a dull grey day I wonder if it is not simply the force of gravitationhellip

I decide to delve amidst pores of flesh and on to blood bones tissue and other things to recover the im-permeable chasteness until I run vacant and stifled each time being put on medication with anti allergens

I pinch and prick and press hard every bit of my flesh as my cousin runs snuggling her love on the alleys and shores of this city

My twelve institutional years keep running in and out and around and into me as I sit muffled and dumb even on sun coloured days to render them glum

My head dances bedazzled as my friends sway their bodies to the music of the disc ndash as I effort at an overt placidity while my body runs wild

My friends think I must be some sort of a nerd to be wearing socks all the time while I re- discover hem-lines and peripheries constantly snuggling my pillow

I detest my steady retreat into sleep to conceal my powerlessness to run into the sun

Meanwhile my cousin runs loves pains and one day merges into my blue in a white saree (so I think)

Chaste ndash through the yawn of the white cleavage she stands as the nails of her index middle ring and little fingers dig into her palm till I see the deep dense fiery liquid ooze and smack my face

ChasteChaste ndash through the first scuttle and scurry of joining motherrsquos arms at recess as the nuns stop me to lsquopull up my socks up to my kneesrsquo

Ms Sangeeta Roy1st Year Womenrsquos Studies

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When he first came to our house I do not recall But with every subsequent visit he became a part of our lives He brought with him the golden syrup in IMFL bottles which was unlike anything in packed bottles we had had so far But even more than that he would bring with him anecdotes and tales of how he would collect the honey Our favourite was his description of how his nose became the size of a cricket ball when the bees stung him His countless repetitions of the story would leave us in splits never failing to amaze Though at times his wares would not find their way into our home his conversation and stories would linger long after he left Times like these seem so integral to our existence that they seem to last a lifetime Truth is that years pass and we grow up and go our different ways The man grew more wizened and probably a little older The spirit and the routine remained unchanged as ever

As we moved away from Assam letters and phone calls would always find a mention of the honey man and his anecdotes He seemed invincible Till the day my mother told me he had not come for a week As weeks turned to months we resigned to the fact that he had stopped coming altogether maybe foreverLives and geographies changed Today I find myself buying honey packed in attractive bottles off the shelves of supermarkets A golden liquid in a bottle with an ill fitting cap becomes the stuff memories are made of

Till the other day when a friend gives me the same nectar in a plastic bottle with an ill fitting cap A semi urban township a lazy life and a wizened man rush back to me To a man who gave more than what he took I hope you continue to bring joy with your wares and wit wherever you are

Honey and MORE

Ms Arpita DasA wizened man in a spotless white dhoti and cracked shoes

Thatrsquos how I recall my first honey filled moment Literally It was one of the many firsts of my life in semi urban Assam The move from the bus-tling metropolis life to an almost lazy one in an industrial township in Assam had its shares of novelty The honey man was one of those memo-rable first time happenings

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Getting across to the other side of the world is no more the mission of daring explorers Media and communication have made this possible at the click of a button The number of people who connect to the world through the internet is increasing exponentially Blogs and social networks have made it possible to the let the world know about you and your world while you sit back on your personal computer in your own little corner From video conferencing with dear ones across the globe to adding to your bank balance the internet has made ev-erything possible

Yet for one sector in particular engage-ment on blogs and social networks carries special concerns That sector is healthcare Medical societies hospitals pharmaceutical companies and doctors in private practice tend to view social media as fraught with pitfalls But there are great opportunities for those willing to take the plunge Web-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Health informationOne of the most obvious ways that the web and social media are making our lives healthier is in the proliferation of health informationToday health mega-portals like ldquoWebMDrdquo ldquoRevolution Healthrdquo and ldquoYahoo Healthrdquo contain all the information one could possibly want mdash and itrsquos all searchable and available instantly

Self diagnosisBeing able to use the web for self diagnosis is truly revolutionizing the way many of us care for ourselves and how we approach doctor visits Other sites such as ldquorVitardquo which registers qualified medical practitioners to provide health infor-mation and ldquoHakia Healthrdquo which maintains a database of vetted medical information sources help users to make sure the information they are getting online is accurate reliable and medically sound Another web site ldquoOrganizedWisdomrdquo is something like Wikipedia for health but every article is written and reviewed by qualified professionalsFor those more interested in self-diagnosis ldquoDoubleCheckMDrdquo can help you determine if your symptoms are the result of sickness or a medication yoursquore taking or if medications are safe to take at the same time The virtual doctor at ldquoFreeMDrdquo meanwhile will help you to figure out whatrsquos wrong and if you need to visit a doctor

Choosing your doctorChoosing a doctor to visit every time you are ill is an important decision Because medical care is so personal you want to find someone you can trust and with whom you have a good rapport Most people tend to rely on referrals from friends or colleagues when searching out a new doctor

Web sites like ldquoVitalsrdquo and ldquoHealthGradesrdquo both of which provide independent doctor ratings based on a variety of data are making it easier to locate a good doctor by using more information than just their name in the phone book Other sites such as ldquoFindaDocrdquo and ldquoRateMDscom ldquorely more heavily on a consumer rating model meaning you can pick a doctor based on the feelings of your peers

Tweet HealthWeb-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Dr Nidhi MathewMHA (HO) 1st Year

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The web is even making appointment setting easier In addition to providing a database of doctors with consumer reviews ldquoZocDocrdquo also lets you book an appoint-ment with that doctor straight from the Internet It currently works in New York City

Treatment and patient supportThough for most serious conditions you shouldnrsquot rely on the web for diagnosis or care there are a handful of web sites beginning to offer actual medical treat-ment from real doctors ldquoAmerican Wellrdquo for example creates software to facilitate online doctor consultations via a webcam that is currently being used by military service members and their families for web-based psychological evaluations while ldquoBreak-Throughrdquo offers a similar online ser-vice for civilian consumers who want to talk to qualified therapists from home by phone chat video or email UK-based ldquoMyChoiceMDcomrdquo offers a completely online doctor consultation service as wellCreating and enabling support communi-ties online is one area in which social media is perfectly suited Online support group sites like ldquoPatientsLikeMerdquo and ldquoDailyStrengthrdquo offer online discussion groups for people going through a wide variety of medical treatments ailments or conditions ldquoCarePagesrdquo con-nects patients by encouraging them to share their stories through blogging and building support circles among friends family and peersAnother support group site ldquoMedHelprdquo offers a wide variety of personal health applications such as weight addiction blood pressure and cholesterol trackers These plug into the sitersquos social networking and support forums to give patients ways to track their health and progress while they receive support from others going through the same thing

Controlling costsIf proven to be safe and accurate online consultation and self-diagnosis in addition to being an agoraphobersquos dream come true could potentially save a lot of money by reducing overhead costs associated with running a busy office

One way in which the web promises to severely reduce healthcare costs is by digitizing records Record-keeping accounts for a reportedly huge amount of the costs associated with the modern healthcare system yet these records are kept most-ly using archaic technology that is in dire need of modernization Using so-called Personal Health Re-cord (PHR) systems that would allow consumers to access their health records over the web like a credit score and send them anywhere they authorized (to doctors emergency care centers pharmacists etc) promises to revolutionize the way we give and re-ceive care

IssuesThough there are certainly major privacy issues to address PHRs such as ldquoMicrosoft HealthVaultrdquo ldquoGoogle Healthrdquo ldquoWebMD PHRrdquo and ldquoRevolution Health PHRrdquo mean millions of dollars in cost-savings and potentially safer transfer of records to those who need to see them (so that we can assure for example that a patient is never given a medication they have an allergy to)

In conclusion studies show that over half of all ldquoe-patientsrdquo are turning to social media Where-as ldquonon-user generatedrdquo healthcare content is generally based on academic knowledge clinical results and marketing spin social media health-care content is built on patient opinions and personal accounts Therefore over half of ldquoe-patientsrdquo are making healthcare decisions based at least in part on information provided by other patients Social media provides a platform for unsolicited feedback Two other advantages of social media are that conversations are peer-to-peer rather than ldquomoderator-to-consumerrdquo and patients are often afforded a greater level of anonymity in social media The psychological differences between these two scenarios are likely to lead to the expression of more honest opinions

The only social media for healthcare that is effectively functional in India as of date is Health-caremagiccom Though healthcare through social media still has a long way to go in India where affordable healthcare for all is the most pressing issue the hopes are not bleak for its web-literate portion

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Ideology and Ambedkarwhy Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambedkarian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology

Ms Deepika Rose Alex MSW 2nd Year

India hasnrsquot actually produced any revolutionar-ies because of many of the structural constraints that we have By revolution I mean here a radical structural change But in DR BR Ambedkar we can see different colors of radicalism coming together from radical humanism to radical structuralism Ambedkar for a major part of his life was a radical humanist He wanted to liberate the human reason from the chains of Hinduism dominated by samhitas and shastra and to celebrate human dignity When the whole India was fighting against the slavery from British he stood alone against internal slavery that a group of people was undergoing To him Indiarsquos political freedom is useless unless and until it attains social justice inside its boundaries And when India attained her freedom he considered it not indepen-dence but a mere transfer of power from colonizers to a set of internal elites And to him nationalism was the conspiracy of this group to create a myth of India as a nation even in the brain of the slaves of that period dalits It was nationalism without a nation for him Indiarsquos experiences till now have proved it right

He proclaimed his aim is the recovery of human dignity of a group of people who were con-sidered worse than animals by the Brahminical society he was the most learned person of the time and through his careful scrutiny of Vedic literature he arrived at the conclusion that Indiarsquos history is written from the Brahminical perspective and brought into light all the Brahmin conspiracy against shudras women and nature Through his thorough engagement with knowledge he arrived at a point where he defined what an ideal religion should be like His idea of reforming Hindu religion was deconstruction and reconstruction He questioned the base of Hindu religion by rejecting the authority of Vedas and shastras When he felt this transforma-tion canrsquot be possible from within he went outside through the mass conversion to Buddhism

Thus he became a radical structuralist not exactly by creating a dialectical opposite to religion but a parallel structure called Buddhism against the existing oppressive structure of Hinduism He was a mass leader the great human right activist subaltern historian and enlightened man that India has ever seen His fight was for human dignityIf this is the case then why Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambed-karian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology Is it that Marxism and Weberism are a safer shelter when people talks about ideologies Do they have a clear reason why they are Marxist is it that they adopt a Marxist label because they feel itrsquos something western and intellectual and so it is elitist I argue that many dalits who claims themselves as Ambedkarites do so because they are dalits and they havenrsquot understood Ambed-karian ideology outside the casteist framework from a humanist perspective and the non dalits rejects Ambedkarism also for the same reason I agree to the fact that Ambedkar is the only intellect who showed the untouchables a way out of their oppression But his theorizations had the potential to be a universal critical perspective just like Marxism There are many misinterpretations that have been prevalent all these yearsWhat does the word Dalit mean Yes it meant bro-ken But itrsquos not the case now Dalit the term has a revolutionary assertion associated with it it means disagreeing and delineating oneself from the elitism From the dominant ideology From the oppressors In that sense the term Dalit is not only associated with the so called lower castes although the con-cept is a challenge to Brahmanism Dalit is a word that reflects the multiple voices of the oppressed It is a word that signifies the protestors anyone who dares to challenge the hegemony

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The Brahminical society has a role in stigmatizing the term dalits and also the efforts and ideology of DrAmbedkar As G Alosious says lsquowithin the mainstream social sciences the man is consid-ered as the leader of the Mahar caste at worst and the drafter of constitution at bestkeeping Ambedkar as far away as pos-sible from the sacredsecretive subject of nation and nationalism (many among the intelligentsia would not hesitate considering him even as an anti national)is part and parcel of the overall elite strategy to maintain the dominance of its ideology over knowl-edge-production and knowledge - circulation in this countryrsquo(Aloysius 2009)

Dominant voices made him the messiah of untouchables And Ambedkarian perspective is a perspective untouched A great example is how Ambedkar ideology which is a universal ideol-ogy is prevented from being institutionalized in Indian universi-ties and schools Still Dalit social work is not a part of social work institutes across the country except TISS

But in TISS also while all the critical theories including Marxism femi-nism and postmodernism is taught Ambedkarian perspective which is the most relevant anti-oppressive perspective in Indian context is not taught You are not even in a position to discuss about Ambedkarian per-spective as we donrsquot know it and its potentials

What is needed is an intellectual activism Itrsquos an activism through pen voice and your way of life and thinking Ambedkarian ideology is an ideology misinterpreted Every Dalit should be able to proclaim loudly that she is a Dalit understanding what is the meaning of the term Your caste is not the only aspect that is making you a Dalit Your experiences your attitude and your courage make you a Dalit Ambedkarian ideology is your ideology not only because you belong to a particular caste but also you believe in equity Because you are evolving and liberating yourself from the hegemony You have the courage to stand against the dominant voice

( mosquitoes )

The other day I was at a coffee shop drinking coffee and silently waiting for ideas to catch me It was good coffee and the sun was lazy so I was willing to indulge their absence Besides I had money for a change How long can a good morning last Before long I heard an electric crack The fly catcher had caught a mosquito My scalp prickled Where there is one there are bound to be others A crazed brood out for psychological blood I think they know their power I am convinced they know the potency of their whine otherwise why do they fly around your ear If it was food they were after a quick swoop and a suck ought to have satiated them I would never grudge them their nutrition itrsquos the whine I object to

I want to reach for my hair and tear them out when I hear ithellip

I shifted to another table but it was futile The mosquitoes entered like a swarm and smoth-ered the tiny place I pushed back my chair struggled with my wallet and ran for the door Beads of sweat dotted my middle-aged brow Out on the pavement the sun was suddenly too hot and there were suddenly too many people Nobody seemed to mind the mosquitoes except for meThey were blackening the horizon like clouds of locusts I had seen on TV The skin became tight against my throat and I couldnrsquot breathe I gasped and gagged and staggered past people carrying umbrellas and children Shield the children I wanted to squeak The mosquitoes are coming

The mosquitoes are cominghellipThe mosquitoes are cominghellip

As it so happens mosquitoes bother me I am not one of them who can absently swat at one of them irritating buggers and flip the page in the same motion I start up when I hear the whine in my ear wildly slap at it and nurse my coffee waiting to hear it approach again I cannot concentrate when there are mosqui-toes around me I cannot sleep if I see a mosquito in the vicinityPeople are scared of snakes I fear mosquitoes

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 10: Unmaad 2010

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Is the growth of the informal or unorganized sector always viewed as an alarming trend The term was coined by Keith Hart in his 1971 study on the urban economy of Ghana and during this decade the dominant view as propounded by the Dualist School was that the informal sector comes into existence in developing countries due to over-population and low absorption of labour in the formal sector It is not related to the formal industrial development and would meet its demise when modern industrial growth becomes more inclusive

The Structuralist School which emerged in the 1980s on the other hand viewed the informal sector as inextricably linked to the formal sector-it reduces the input and labour costs of the big businesses by serving as their sub-ordinate economic ad manufacturing units to which work is subcontracted Thus it is the capitalist system of production which makes the unregulated informal sector persist to enhance its own profitability This explains why there has been despite a consistent GDP growth rate of over 65 in the past decade lack of employment generation in the formal sector of India Following the implementa-tion of the LPG (Liberalisation Privatisation Globalisation) model in the early 1990s labour laws were considerably relaxed and as a result the formal sector witnessed capital-intensive growth Employment was generated all right but largely in the informal sector where because of its unregulated nature big firms can employ workers without having any legal obligations to offer them decent wages safe working conditions and social security measures The third school of thought the Legalist School led by economist Hernando Di Sotto tries to explain the rise of the informal sector by the fact that in many countries the process of acquiring legal recognition for business enterprises is expensive and cumbersome

The small entrepreneur naturally finds it more advantageous to operate his unit illegally rath-er than to suffer at the hands of bureaucratic red-tapism Recent studies have revealed that the informal sector tends to expand in a country when it faces economic downturn as had happened in the Asian lsquoTigerrsquo countries during the economic crisis of 1997

The private as well as public firms were downsized or closed and consequently was created a large number of retrenched workers who swarmed to join the informal sector

Thus the informal sector does not exist simply because our housing society bhajiwala( vegetable vendor) and the millions of others like him do not have the requisite skills to participate in the technology-driven competitive lsquoknowledgersquo economy They continue to have such traditional source of livelihood because the formal capitalist economies can thrive only with the support of informal sector Its members do not enjoy fixed hours of work safe working conditions security of employment or wages and any of the benefits for which the working class movement has struggled for over a century now-maternity benefits pension on retirement non-employment of child labour etc there are legal political and economic complexities which have contributed to the expansion of the informal economyhellip

Shoshele was shaken out of her reverie by a sudden noise she turned back to see a red track pants-clad man arguing with the nariyalpani wala over something She overheard the manrsquos agitated voice ldquoYou are a cheat I say How dare you give charge fifteen bucks for so small a coconut It is not worth evenhelliprdquo She looked away Every day the thousands of people all around her-the street peddlers the domestic helps the factory workers the agriculture labourers the road-side dhaba owners et al- struggle against not just poverty but socio-eco-nomic inequality and injustice They struggle for a life of dignity It is high time Shoshele pondered the state accorded them at least that much ldquoBut what about the people When would they learn to recognize the innumerable and affordable services offered by the informal sector

Will Mr Red-track pants ever demand an expla-nation from the manager of a swanky eatery in a posh mall as to why everything is so expensive thererdquo Shoshele felt indignant if her friends had seen her then they would have sworn that she had never seemed more sweaty and pensive before

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I almost rush past to Mumma not past the experience though

As chastity gets implanted and built and nurtured through thread hems fabric length flesh and words until I do not know which precedes what

The discourse in the car pool I travelled got built around flesh and length again amidst coy eyes nudging one another and nibbling nails

Couldnrsquot we have been a little bolder A little little more bold like my friend who wore a dark pink sleeve-less dress on her birthday only to be mutilated by words by us and the nuns alike

So I added colour and loud as an antithesis to chaste I wondered why as the elasticity of the socks loos-ened they always receded down as also did necklines imbibed beliefs and morals and so onAnd on a dull grey day I wonder if it is not simply the force of gravitationhellip

I decide to delve amidst pores of flesh and on to blood bones tissue and other things to recover the im-permeable chasteness until I run vacant and stifled each time being put on medication with anti allergens

I pinch and prick and press hard every bit of my flesh as my cousin runs snuggling her love on the alleys and shores of this city

My twelve institutional years keep running in and out and around and into me as I sit muffled and dumb even on sun coloured days to render them glum

My head dances bedazzled as my friends sway their bodies to the music of the disc ndash as I effort at an overt placidity while my body runs wild

My friends think I must be some sort of a nerd to be wearing socks all the time while I re- discover hem-lines and peripheries constantly snuggling my pillow

I detest my steady retreat into sleep to conceal my powerlessness to run into the sun

Meanwhile my cousin runs loves pains and one day merges into my blue in a white saree (so I think)

Chaste ndash through the yawn of the white cleavage she stands as the nails of her index middle ring and little fingers dig into her palm till I see the deep dense fiery liquid ooze and smack my face

ChasteChaste ndash through the first scuttle and scurry of joining motherrsquos arms at recess as the nuns stop me to lsquopull up my socks up to my kneesrsquo

Ms Sangeeta Roy1st Year Womenrsquos Studies

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When he first came to our house I do not recall But with every subsequent visit he became a part of our lives He brought with him the golden syrup in IMFL bottles which was unlike anything in packed bottles we had had so far But even more than that he would bring with him anecdotes and tales of how he would collect the honey Our favourite was his description of how his nose became the size of a cricket ball when the bees stung him His countless repetitions of the story would leave us in splits never failing to amaze Though at times his wares would not find their way into our home his conversation and stories would linger long after he left Times like these seem so integral to our existence that they seem to last a lifetime Truth is that years pass and we grow up and go our different ways The man grew more wizened and probably a little older The spirit and the routine remained unchanged as ever

As we moved away from Assam letters and phone calls would always find a mention of the honey man and his anecdotes He seemed invincible Till the day my mother told me he had not come for a week As weeks turned to months we resigned to the fact that he had stopped coming altogether maybe foreverLives and geographies changed Today I find myself buying honey packed in attractive bottles off the shelves of supermarkets A golden liquid in a bottle with an ill fitting cap becomes the stuff memories are made of

Till the other day when a friend gives me the same nectar in a plastic bottle with an ill fitting cap A semi urban township a lazy life and a wizened man rush back to me To a man who gave more than what he took I hope you continue to bring joy with your wares and wit wherever you are

Honey and MORE

Ms Arpita DasA wizened man in a spotless white dhoti and cracked shoes

Thatrsquos how I recall my first honey filled moment Literally It was one of the many firsts of my life in semi urban Assam The move from the bus-tling metropolis life to an almost lazy one in an industrial township in Assam had its shares of novelty The honey man was one of those memo-rable first time happenings

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Getting across to the other side of the world is no more the mission of daring explorers Media and communication have made this possible at the click of a button The number of people who connect to the world through the internet is increasing exponentially Blogs and social networks have made it possible to the let the world know about you and your world while you sit back on your personal computer in your own little corner From video conferencing with dear ones across the globe to adding to your bank balance the internet has made ev-erything possible

Yet for one sector in particular engage-ment on blogs and social networks carries special concerns That sector is healthcare Medical societies hospitals pharmaceutical companies and doctors in private practice tend to view social media as fraught with pitfalls But there are great opportunities for those willing to take the plunge Web-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Health informationOne of the most obvious ways that the web and social media are making our lives healthier is in the proliferation of health informationToday health mega-portals like ldquoWebMDrdquo ldquoRevolution Healthrdquo and ldquoYahoo Healthrdquo contain all the information one could possibly want mdash and itrsquos all searchable and available instantly

Self diagnosisBeing able to use the web for self diagnosis is truly revolutionizing the way many of us care for ourselves and how we approach doctor visits Other sites such as ldquorVitardquo which registers qualified medical practitioners to provide health infor-mation and ldquoHakia Healthrdquo which maintains a database of vetted medical information sources help users to make sure the information they are getting online is accurate reliable and medically sound Another web site ldquoOrganizedWisdomrdquo is something like Wikipedia for health but every article is written and reviewed by qualified professionalsFor those more interested in self-diagnosis ldquoDoubleCheckMDrdquo can help you determine if your symptoms are the result of sickness or a medication yoursquore taking or if medications are safe to take at the same time The virtual doctor at ldquoFreeMDrdquo meanwhile will help you to figure out whatrsquos wrong and if you need to visit a doctor

Choosing your doctorChoosing a doctor to visit every time you are ill is an important decision Because medical care is so personal you want to find someone you can trust and with whom you have a good rapport Most people tend to rely on referrals from friends or colleagues when searching out a new doctor

Web sites like ldquoVitalsrdquo and ldquoHealthGradesrdquo both of which provide independent doctor ratings based on a variety of data are making it easier to locate a good doctor by using more information than just their name in the phone book Other sites such as ldquoFindaDocrdquo and ldquoRateMDscom ldquorely more heavily on a consumer rating model meaning you can pick a doctor based on the feelings of your peers

Tweet HealthWeb-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Dr Nidhi MathewMHA (HO) 1st Year

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The web is even making appointment setting easier In addition to providing a database of doctors with consumer reviews ldquoZocDocrdquo also lets you book an appoint-ment with that doctor straight from the Internet It currently works in New York City

Treatment and patient supportThough for most serious conditions you shouldnrsquot rely on the web for diagnosis or care there are a handful of web sites beginning to offer actual medical treat-ment from real doctors ldquoAmerican Wellrdquo for example creates software to facilitate online doctor consultations via a webcam that is currently being used by military service members and their families for web-based psychological evaluations while ldquoBreak-Throughrdquo offers a similar online ser-vice for civilian consumers who want to talk to qualified therapists from home by phone chat video or email UK-based ldquoMyChoiceMDcomrdquo offers a completely online doctor consultation service as wellCreating and enabling support communi-ties online is one area in which social media is perfectly suited Online support group sites like ldquoPatientsLikeMerdquo and ldquoDailyStrengthrdquo offer online discussion groups for people going through a wide variety of medical treatments ailments or conditions ldquoCarePagesrdquo con-nects patients by encouraging them to share their stories through blogging and building support circles among friends family and peersAnother support group site ldquoMedHelprdquo offers a wide variety of personal health applications such as weight addiction blood pressure and cholesterol trackers These plug into the sitersquos social networking and support forums to give patients ways to track their health and progress while they receive support from others going through the same thing

Controlling costsIf proven to be safe and accurate online consultation and self-diagnosis in addition to being an agoraphobersquos dream come true could potentially save a lot of money by reducing overhead costs associated with running a busy office

One way in which the web promises to severely reduce healthcare costs is by digitizing records Record-keeping accounts for a reportedly huge amount of the costs associated with the modern healthcare system yet these records are kept most-ly using archaic technology that is in dire need of modernization Using so-called Personal Health Re-cord (PHR) systems that would allow consumers to access their health records over the web like a credit score and send them anywhere they authorized (to doctors emergency care centers pharmacists etc) promises to revolutionize the way we give and re-ceive care

IssuesThough there are certainly major privacy issues to address PHRs such as ldquoMicrosoft HealthVaultrdquo ldquoGoogle Healthrdquo ldquoWebMD PHRrdquo and ldquoRevolution Health PHRrdquo mean millions of dollars in cost-savings and potentially safer transfer of records to those who need to see them (so that we can assure for example that a patient is never given a medication they have an allergy to)

In conclusion studies show that over half of all ldquoe-patientsrdquo are turning to social media Where-as ldquonon-user generatedrdquo healthcare content is generally based on academic knowledge clinical results and marketing spin social media health-care content is built on patient opinions and personal accounts Therefore over half of ldquoe-patientsrdquo are making healthcare decisions based at least in part on information provided by other patients Social media provides a platform for unsolicited feedback Two other advantages of social media are that conversations are peer-to-peer rather than ldquomoderator-to-consumerrdquo and patients are often afforded a greater level of anonymity in social media The psychological differences between these two scenarios are likely to lead to the expression of more honest opinions

The only social media for healthcare that is effectively functional in India as of date is Health-caremagiccom Though healthcare through social media still has a long way to go in India where affordable healthcare for all is the most pressing issue the hopes are not bleak for its web-literate portion

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Ideology and Ambedkarwhy Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambedkarian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology

Ms Deepika Rose Alex MSW 2nd Year

India hasnrsquot actually produced any revolutionar-ies because of many of the structural constraints that we have By revolution I mean here a radical structural change But in DR BR Ambedkar we can see different colors of radicalism coming together from radical humanism to radical structuralism Ambedkar for a major part of his life was a radical humanist He wanted to liberate the human reason from the chains of Hinduism dominated by samhitas and shastra and to celebrate human dignity When the whole India was fighting against the slavery from British he stood alone against internal slavery that a group of people was undergoing To him Indiarsquos political freedom is useless unless and until it attains social justice inside its boundaries And when India attained her freedom he considered it not indepen-dence but a mere transfer of power from colonizers to a set of internal elites And to him nationalism was the conspiracy of this group to create a myth of India as a nation even in the brain of the slaves of that period dalits It was nationalism without a nation for him Indiarsquos experiences till now have proved it right

He proclaimed his aim is the recovery of human dignity of a group of people who were con-sidered worse than animals by the Brahminical society he was the most learned person of the time and through his careful scrutiny of Vedic literature he arrived at the conclusion that Indiarsquos history is written from the Brahminical perspective and brought into light all the Brahmin conspiracy against shudras women and nature Through his thorough engagement with knowledge he arrived at a point where he defined what an ideal religion should be like His idea of reforming Hindu religion was deconstruction and reconstruction He questioned the base of Hindu religion by rejecting the authority of Vedas and shastras When he felt this transforma-tion canrsquot be possible from within he went outside through the mass conversion to Buddhism

Thus he became a radical structuralist not exactly by creating a dialectical opposite to religion but a parallel structure called Buddhism against the existing oppressive structure of Hinduism He was a mass leader the great human right activist subaltern historian and enlightened man that India has ever seen His fight was for human dignityIf this is the case then why Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambed-karian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology Is it that Marxism and Weberism are a safer shelter when people talks about ideologies Do they have a clear reason why they are Marxist is it that they adopt a Marxist label because they feel itrsquos something western and intellectual and so it is elitist I argue that many dalits who claims themselves as Ambedkarites do so because they are dalits and they havenrsquot understood Ambed-karian ideology outside the casteist framework from a humanist perspective and the non dalits rejects Ambedkarism also for the same reason I agree to the fact that Ambedkar is the only intellect who showed the untouchables a way out of their oppression But his theorizations had the potential to be a universal critical perspective just like Marxism There are many misinterpretations that have been prevalent all these yearsWhat does the word Dalit mean Yes it meant bro-ken But itrsquos not the case now Dalit the term has a revolutionary assertion associated with it it means disagreeing and delineating oneself from the elitism From the dominant ideology From the oppressors In that sense the term Dalit is not only associated with the so called lower castes although the con-cept is a challenge to Brahmanism Dalit is a word that reflects the multiple voices of the oppressed It is a word that signifies the protestors anyone who dares to challenge the hegemony

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The Brahminical society has a role in stigmatizing the term dalits and also the efforts and ideology of DrAmbedkar As G Alosious says lsquowithin the mainstream social sciences the man is consid-ered as the leader of the Mahar caste at worst and the drafter of constitution at bestkeeping Ambedkar as far away as pos-sible from the sacredsecretive subject of nation and nationalism (many among the intelligentsia would not hesitate considering him even as an anti national)is part and parcel of the overall elite strategy to maintain the dominance of its ideology over knowl-edge-production and knowledge - circulation in this countryrsquo(Aloysius 2009)

Dominant voices made him the messiah of untouchables And Ambedkarian perspective is a perspective untouched A great example is how Ambedkar ideology which is a universal ideol-ogy is prevented from being institutionalized in Indian universi-ties and schools Still Dalit social work is not a part of social work institutes across the country except TISS

But in TISS also while all the critical theories including Marxism femi-nism and postmodernism is taught Ambedkarian perspective which is the most relevant anti-oppressive perspective in Indian context is not taught You are not even in a position to discuss about Ambedkarian per-spective as we donrsquot know it and its potentials

What is needed is an intellectual activism Itrsquos an activism through pen voice and your way of life and thinking Ambedkarian ideology is an ideology misinterpreted Every Dalit should be able to proclaim loudly that she is a Dalit understanding what is the meaning of the term Your caste is not the only aspect that is making you a Dalit Your experiences your attitude and your courage make you a Dalit Ambedkarian ideology is your ideology not only because you belong to a particular caste but also you believe in equity Because you are evolving and liberating yourself from the hegemony You have the courage to stand against the dominant voice

( mosquitoes )

The other day I was at a coffee shop drinking coffee and silently waiting for ideas to catch me It was good coffee and the sun was lazy so I was willing to indulge their absence Besides I had money for a change How long can a good morning last Before long I heard an electric crack The fly catcher had caught a mosquito My scalp prickled Where there is one there are bound to be others A crazed brood out for psychological blood I think they know their power I am convinced they know the potency of their whine otherwise why do they fly around your ear If it was food they were after a quick swoop and a suck ought to have satiated them I would never grudge them their nutrition itrsquos the whine I object to

I want to reach for my hair and tear them out when I hear ithellip

I shifted to another table but it was futile The mosquitoes entered like a swarm and smoth-ered the tiny place I pushed back my chair struggled with my wallet and ran for the door Beads of sweat dotted my middle-aged brow Out on the pavement the sun was suddenly too hot and there were suddenly too many people Nobody seemed to mind the mosquitoes except for meThey were blackening the horizon like clouds of locusts I had seen on TV The skin became tight against my throat and I couldnrsquot breathe I gasped and gagged and staggered past people carrying umbrellas and children Shield the children I wanted to squeak The mosquitoes are coming

The mosquitoes are cominghellipThe mosquitoes are cominghellip

As it so happens mosquitoes bother me I am not one of them who can absently swat at one of them irritating buggers and flip the page in the same motion I start up when I hear the whine in my ear wildly slap at it and nurse my coffee waiting to hear it approach again I cannot concentrate when there are mosqui-toes around me I cannot sleep if I see a mosquito in the vicinityPeople are scared of snakes I fear mosquitoes

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

t

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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I almost rush past to Mumma not past the experience though

As chastity gets implanted and built and nurtured through thread hems fabric length flesh and words until I do not know which precedes what

The discourse in the car pool I travelled got built around flesh and length again amidst coy eyes nudging one another and nibbling nails

Couldnrsquot we have been a little bolder A little little more bold like my friend who wore a dark pink sleeve-less dress on her birthday only to be mutilated by words by us and the nuns alike

So I added colour and loud as an antithesis to chaste I wondered why as the elasticity of the socks loos-ened they always receded down as also did necklines imbibed beliefs and morals and so onAnd on a dull grey day I wonder if it is not simply the force of gravitationhellip

I decide to delve amidst pores of flesh and on to blood bones tissue and other things to recover the im-permeable chasteness until I run vacant and stifled each time being put on medication with anti allergens

I pinch and prick and press hard every bit of my flesh as my cousin runs snuggling her love on the alleys and shores of this city

My twelve institutional years keep running in and out and around and into me as I sit muffled and dumb even on sun coloured days to render them glum

My head dances bedazzled as my friends sway their bodies to the music of the disc ndash as I effort at an overt placidity while my body runs wild

My friends think I must be some sort of a nerd to be wearing socks all the time while I re- discover hem-lines and peripheries constantly snuggling my pillow

I detest my steady retreat into sleep to conceal my powerlessness to run into the sun

Meanwhile my cousin runs loves pains and one day merges into my blue in a white saree (so I think)

Chaste ndash through the yawn of the white cleavage she stands as the nails of her index middle ring and little fingers dig into her palm till I see the deep dense fiery liquid ooze and smack my face

ChasteChaste ndash through the first scuttle and scurry of joining motherrsquos arms at recess as the nuns stop me to lsquopull up my socks up to my kneesrsquo

Ms Sangeeta Roy1st Year Womenrsquos Studies

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When he first came to our house I do not recall But with every subsequent visit he became a part of our lives He brought with him the golden syrup in IMFL bottles which was unlike anything in packed bottles we had had so far But even more than that he would bring with him anecdotes and tales of how he would collect the honey Our favourite was his description of how his nose became the size of a cricket ball when the bees stung him His countless repetitions of the story would leave us in splits never failing to amaze Though at times his wares would not find their way into our home his conversation and stories would linger long after he left Times like these seem so integral to our existence that they seem to last a lifetime Truth is that years pass and we grow up and go our different ways The man grew more wizened and probably a little older The spirit and the routine remained unchanged as ever

As we moved away from Assam letters and phone calls would always find a mention of the honey man and his anecdotes He seemed invincible Till the day my mother told me he had not come for a week As weeks turned to months we resigned to the fact that he had stopped coming altogether maybe foreverLives and geographies changed Today I find myself buying honey packed in attractive bottles off the shelves of supermarkets A golden liquid in a bottle with an ill fitting cap becomes the stuff memories are made of

Till the other day when a friend gives me the same nectar in a plastic bottle with an ill fitting cap A semi urban township a lazy life and a wizened man rush back to me To a man who gave more than what he took I hope you continue to bring joy with your wares and wit wherever you are

Honey and MORE

Ms Arpita DasA wizened man in a spotless white dhoti and cracked shoes

Thatrsquos how I recall my first honey filled moment Literally It was one of the many firsts of my life in semi urban Assam The move from the bus-tling metropolis life to an almost lazy one in an industrial township in Assam had its shares of novelty The honey man was one of those memo-rable first time happenings

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Getting across to the other side of the world is no more the mission of daring explorers Media and communication have made this possible at the click of a button The number of people who connect to the world through the internet is increasing exponentially Blogs and social networks have made it possible to the let the world know about you and your world while you sit back on your personal computer in your own little corner From video conferencing with dear ones across the globe to adding to your bank balance the internet has made ev-erything possible

Yet for one sector in particular engage-ment on blogs and social networks carries special concerns That sector is healthcare Medical societies hospitals pharmaceutical companies and doctors in private practice tend to view social media as fraught with pitfalls But there are great opportunities for those willing to take the plunge Web-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Health informationOne of the most obvious ways that the web and social media are making our lives healthier is in the proliferation of health informationToday health mega-portals like ldquoWebMDrdquo ldquoRevolution Healthrdquo and ldquoYahoo Healthrdquo contain all the information one could possibly want mdash and itrsquos all searchable and available instantly

Self diagnosisBeing able to use the web for self diagnosis is truly revolutionizing the way many of us care for ourselves and how we approach doctor visits Other sites such as ldquorVitardquo which registers qualified medical practitioners to provide health infor-mation and ldquoHakia Healthrdquo which maintains a database of vetted medical information sources help users to make sure the information they are getting online is accurate reliable and medically sound Another web site ldquoOrganizedWisdomrdquo is something like Wikipedia for health but every article is written and reviewed by qualified professionalsFor those more interested in self-diagnosis ldquoDoubleCheckMDrdquo can help you determine if your symptoms are the result of sickness or a medication yoursquore taking or if medications are safe to take at the same time The virtual doctor at ldquoFreeMDrdquo meanwhile will help you to figure out whatrsquos wrong and if you need to visit a doctor

Choosing your doctorChoosing a doctor to visit every time you are ill is an important decision Because medical care is so personal you want to find someone you can trust and with whom you have a good rapport Most people tend to rely on referrals from friends or colleagues when searching out a new doctor

Web sites like ldquoVitalsrdquo and ldquoHealthGradesrdquo both of which provide independent doctor ratings based on a variety of data are making it easier to locate a good doctor by using more information than just their name in the phone book Other sites such as ldquoFindaDocrdquo and ldquoRateMDscom ldquorely more heavily on a consumer rating model meaning you can pick a doctor based on the feelings of your peers

Tweet HealthWeb-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Dr Nidhi MathewMHA (HO) 1st Year

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The web is even making appointment setting easier In addition to providing a database of doctors with consumer reviews ldquoZocDocrdquo also lets you book an appoint-ment with that doctor straight from the Internet It currently works in New York City

Treatment and patient supportThough for most serious conditions you shouldnrsquot rely on the web for diagnosis or care there are a handful of web sites beginning to offer actual medical treat-ment from real doctors ldquoAmerican Wellrdquo for example creates software to facilitate online doctor consultations via a webcam that is currently being used by military service members and their families for web-based psychological evaluations while ldquoBreak-Throughrdquo offers a similar online ser-vice for civilian consumers who want to talk to qualified therapists from home by phone chat video or email UK-based ldquoMyChoiceMDcomrdquo offers a completely online doctor consultation service as wellCreating and enabling support communi-ties online is one area in which social media is perfectly suited Online support group sites like ldquoPatientsLikeMerdquo and ldquoDailyStrengthrdquo offer online discussion groups for people going through a wide variety of medical treatments ailments or conditions ldquoCarePagesrdquo con-nects patients by encouraging them to share their stories through blogging and building support circles among friends family and peersAnother support group site ldquoMedHelprdquo offers a wide variety of personal health applications such as weight addiction blood pressure and cholesterol trackers These plug into the sitersquos social networking and support forums to give patients ways to track their health and progress while they receive support from others going through the same thing

Controlling costsIf proven to be safe and accurate online consultation and self-diagnosis in addition to being an agoraphobersquos dream come true could potentially save a lot of money by reducing overhead costs associated with running a busy office

One way in which the web promises to severely reduce healthcare costs is by digitizing records Record-keeping accounts for a reportedly huge amount of the costs associated with the modern healthcare system yet these records are kept most-ly using archaic technology that is in dire need of modernization Using so-called Personal Health Re-cord (PHR) systems that would allow consumers to access their health records over the web like a credit score and send them anywhere they authorized (to doctors emergency care centers pharmacists etc) promises to revolutionize the way we give and re-ceive care

IssuesThough there are certainly major privacy issues to address PHRs such as ldquoMicrosoft HealthVaultrdquo ldquoGoogle Healthrdquo ldquoWebMD PHRrdquo and ldquoRevolution Health PHRrdquo mean millions of dollars in cost-savings and potentially safer transfer of records to those who need to see them (so that we can assure for example that a patient is never given a medication they have an allergy to)

In conclusion studies show that over half of all ldquoe-patientsrdquo are turning to social media Where-as ldquonon-user generatedrdquo healthcare content is generally based on academic knowledge clinical results and marketing spin social media health-care content is built on patient opinions and personal accounts Therefore over half of ldquoe-patientsrdquo are making healthcare decisions based at least in part on information provided by other patients Social media provides a platform for unsolicited feedback Two other advantages of social media are that conversations are peer-to-peer rather than ldquomoderator-to-consumerrdquo and patients are often afforded a greater level of anonymity in social media The psychological differences between these two scenarios are likely to lead to the expression of more honest opinions

The only social media for healthcare that is effectively functional in India as of date is Health-caremagiccom Though healthcare through social media still has a long way to go in India where affordable healthcare for all is the most pressing issue the hopes are not bleak for its web-literate portion

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Ideology and Ambedkarwhy Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambedkarian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology

Ms Deepika Rose Alex MSW 2nd Year

India hasnrsquot actually produced any revolutionar-ies because of many of the structural constraints that we have By revolution I mean here a radical structural change But in DR BR Ambedkar we can see different colors of radicalism coming together from radical humanism to radical structuralism Ambedkar for a major part of his life was a radical humanist He wanted to liberate the human reason from the chains of Hinduism dominated by samhitas and shastra and to celebrate human dignity When the whole India was fighting against the slavery from British he stood alone against internal slavery that a group of people was undergoing To him Indiarsquos political freedom is useless unless and until it attains social justice inside its boundaries And when India attained her freedom he considered it not indepen-dence but a mere transfer of power from colonizers to a set of internal elites And to him nationalism was the conspiracy of this group to create a myth of India as a nation even in the brain of the slaves of that period dalits It was nationalism without a nation for him Indiarsquos experiences till now have proved it right

He proclaimed his aim is the recovery of human dignity of a group of people who were con-sidered worse than animals by the Brahminical society he was the most learned person of the time and through his careful scrutiny of Vedic literature he arrived at the conclusion that Indiarsquos history is written from the Brahminical perspective and brought into light all the Brahmin conspiracy against shudras women and nature Through his thorough engagement with knowledge he arrived at a point where he defined what an ideal religion should be like His idea of reforming Hindu religion was deconstruction and reconstruction He questioned the base of Hindu religion by rejecting the authority of Vedas and shastras When he felt this transforma-tion canrsquot be possible from within he went outside through the mass conversion to Buddhism

Thus he became a radical structuralist not exactly by creating a dialectical opposite to religion but a parallel structure called Buddhism against the existing oppressive structure of Hinduism He was a mass leader the great human right activist subaltern historian and enlightened man that India has ever seen His fight was for human dignityIf this is the case then why Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambed-karian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology Is it that Marxism and Weberism are a safer shelter when people talks about ideologies Do they have a clear reason why they are Marxist is it that they adopt a Marxist label because they feel itrsquos something western and intellectual and so it is elitist I argue that many dalits who claims themselves as Ambedkarites do so because they are dalits and they havenrsquot understood Ambed-karian ideology outside the casteist framework from a humanist perspective and the non dalits rejects Ambedkarism also for the same reason I agree to the fact that Ambedkar is the only intellect who showed the untouchables a way out of their oppression But his theorizations had the potential to be a universal critical perspective just like Marxism There are many misinterpretations that have been prevalent all these yearsWhat does the word Dalit mean Yes it meant bro-ken But itrsquos not the case now Dalit the term has a revolutionary assertion associated with it it means disagreeing and delineating oneself from the elitism From the dominant ideology From the oppressors In that sense the term Dalit is not only associated with the so called lower castes although the con-cept is a challenge to Brahmanism Dalit is a word that reflects the multiple voices of the oppressed It is a word that signifies the protestors anyone who dares to challenge the hegemony

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The Brahminical society has a role in stigmatizing the term dalits and also the efforts and ideology of DrAmbedkar As G Alosious says lsquowithin the mainstream social sciences the man is consid-ered as the leader of the Mahar caste at worst and the drafter of constitution at bestkeeping Ambedkar as far away as pos-sible from the sacredsecretive subject of nation and nationalism (many among the intelligentsia would not hesitate considering him even as an anti national)is part and parcel of the overall elite strategy to maintain the dominance of its ideology over knowl-edge-production and knowledge - circulation in this countryrsquo(Aloysius 2009)

Dominant voices made him the messiah of untouchables And Ambedkarian perspective is a perspective untouched A great example is how Ambedkar ideology which is a universal ideol-ogy is prevented from being institutionalized in Indian universi-ties and schools Still Dalit social work is not a part of social work institutes across the country except TISS

But in TISS also while all the critical theories including Marxism femi-nism and postmodernism is taught Ambedkarian perspective which is the most relevant anti-oppressive perspective in Indian context is not taught You are not even in a position to discuss about Ambedkarian per-spective as we donrsquot know it and its potentials

What is needed is an intellectual activism Itrsquos an activism through pen voice and your way of life and thinking Ambedkarian ideology is an ideology misinterpreted Every Dalit should be able to proclaim loudly that she is a Dalit understanding what is the meaning of the term Your caste is not the only aspect that is making you a Dalit Your experiences your attitude and your courage make you a Dalit Ambedkarian ideology is your ideology not only because you belong to a particular caste but also you believe in equity Because you are evolving and liberating yourself from the hegemony You have the courage to stand against the dominant voice

( mosquitoes )

The other day I was at a coffee shop drinking coffee and silently waiting for ideas to catch me It was good coffee and the sun was lazy so I was willing to indulge their absence Besides I had money for a change How long can a good morning last Before long I heard an electric crack The fly catcher had caught a mosquito My scalp prickled Where there is one there are bound to be others A crazed brood out for psychological blood I think they know their power I am convinced they know the potency of their whine otherwise why do they fly around your ear If it was food they were after a quick swoop and a suck ought to have satiated them I would never grudge them their nutrition itrsquos the whine I object to

I want to reach for my hair and tear them out when I hear ithellip

I shifted to another table but it was futile The mosquitoes entered like a swarm and smoth-ered the tiny place I pushed back my chair struggled with my wallet and ran for the door Beads of sweat dotted my middle-aged brow Out on the pavement the sun was suddenly too hot and there were suddenly too many people Nobody seemed to mind the mosquitoes except for meThey were blackening the horizon like clouds of locusts I had seen on TV The skin became tight against my throat and I couldnrsquot breathe I gasped and gagged and staggered past people carrying umbrellas and children Shield the children I wanted to squeak The mosquitoes are coming

The mosquitoes are cominghellipThe mosquitoes are cominghellip

As it so happens mosquitoes bother me I am not one of them who can absently swat at one of them irritating buggers and flip the page in the same motion I start up when I hear the whine in my ear wildly slap at it and nurse my coffee waiting to hear it approach again I cannot concentrate when there are mosqui-toes around me I cannot sleep if I see a mosquito in the vicinityPeople are scared of snakes I fear mosquitoes

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

t

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 12: Unmaad 2010

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When he first came to our house I do not recall But with every subsequent visit he became a part of our lives He brought with him the golden syrup in IMFL bottles which was unlike anything in packed bottles we had had so far But even more than that he would bring with him anecdotes and tales of how he would collect the honey Our favourite was his description of how his nose became the size of a cricket ball when the bees stung him His countless repetitions of the story would leave us in splits never failing to amaze Though at times his wares would not find their way into our home his conversation and stories would linger long after he left Times like these seem so integral to our existence that they seem to last a lifetime Truth is that years pass and we grow up and go our different ways The man grew more wizened and probably a little older The spirit and the routine remained unchanged as ever

As we moved away from Assam letters and phone calls would always find a mention of the honey man and his anecdotes He seemed invincible Till the day my mother told me he had not come for a week As weeks turned to months we resigned to the fact that he had stopped coming altogether maybe foreverLives and geographies changed Today I find myself buying honey packed in attractive bottles off the shelves of supermarkets A golden liquid in a bottle with an ill fitting cap becomes the stuff memories are made of

Till the other day when a friend gives me the same nectar in a plastic bottle with an ill fitting cap A semi urban township a lazy life and a wizened man rush back to me To a man who gave more than what he took I hope you continue to bring joy with your wares and wit wherever you are

Honey and MORE

Ms Arpita DasA wizened man in a spotless white dhoti and cracked shoes

Thatrsquos how I recall my first honey filled moment Literally It was one of the many firsts of my life in semi urban Assam The move from the bus-tling metropolis life to an almost lazy one in an industrial township in Assam had its shares of novelty The honey man was one of those memo-rable first time happenings

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Getting across to the other side of the world is no more the mission of daring explorers Media and communication have made this possible at the click of a button The number of people who connect to the world through the internet is increasing exponentially Blogs and social networks have made it possible to the let the world know about you and your world while you sit back on your personal computer in your own little corner From video conferencing with dear ones across the globe to adding to your bank balance the internet has made ev-erything possible

Yet for one sector in particular engage-ment on blogs and social networks carries special concerns That sector is healthcare Medical societies hospitals pharmaceutical companies and doctors in private practice tend to view social media as fraught with pitfalls But there are great opportunities for those willing to take the plunge Web-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Health informationOne of the most obvious ways that the web and social media are making our lives healthier is in the proliferation of health informationToday health mega-portals like ldquoWebMDrdquo ldquoRevolution Healthrdquo and ldquoYahoo Healthrdquo contain all the information one could possibly want mdash and itrsquos all searchable and available instantly

Self diagnosisBeing able to use the web for self diagnosis is truly revolutionizing the way many of us care for ourselves and how we approach doctor visits Other sites such as ldquorVitardquo which registers qualified medical practitioners to provide health infor-mation and ldquoHakia Healthrdquo which maintains a database of vetted medical information sources help users to make sure the information they are getting online is accurate reliable and medically sound Another web site ldquoOrganizedWisdomrdquo is something like Wikipedia for health but every article is written and reviewed by qualified professionalsFor those more interested in self-diagnosis ldquoDoubleCheckMDrdquo can help you determine if your symptoms are the result of sickness or a medication yoursquore taking or if medications are safe to take at the same time The virtual doctor at ldquoFreeMDrdquo meanwhile will help you to figure out whatrsquos wrong and if you need to visit a doctor

Choosing your doctorChoosing a doctor to visit every time you are ill is an important decision Because medical care is so personal you want to find someone you can trust and with whom you have a good rapport Most people tend to rely on referrals from friends or colleagues when searching out a new doctor

Web sites like ldquoVitalsrdquo and ldquoHealthGradesrdquo both of which provide independent doctor ratings based on a variety of data are making it easier to locate a good doctor by using more information than just their name in the phone book Other sites such as ldquoFindaDocrdquo and ldquoRateMDscom ldquorely more heavily on a consumer rating model meaning you can pick a doctor based on the feelings of your peers

Tweet HealthWeb-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Dr Nidhi MathewMHA (HO) 1st Year

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The web is even making appointment setting easier In addition to providing a database of doctors with consumer reviews ldquoZocDocrdquo also lets you book an appoint-ment with that doctor straight from the Internet It currently works in New York City

Treatment and patient supportThough for most serious conditions you shouldnrsquot rely on the web for diagnosis or care there are a handful of web sites beginning to offer actual medical treat-ment from real doctors ldquoAmerican Wellrdquo for example creates software to facilitate online doctor consultations via a webcam that is currently being used by military service members and their families for web-based psychological evaluations while ldquoBreak-Throughrdquo offers a similar online ser-vice for civilian consumers who want to talk to qualified therapists from home by phone chat video or email UK-based ldquoMyChoiceMDcomrdquo offers a completely online doctor consultation service as wellCreating and enabling support communi-ties online is one area in which social media is perfectly suited Online support group sites like ldquoPatientsLikeMerdquo and ldquoDailyStrengthrdquo offer online discussion groups for people going through a wide variety of medical treatments ailments or conditions ldquoCarePagesrdquo con-nects patients by encouraging them to share their stories through blogging and building support circles among friends family and peersAnother support group site ldquoMedHelprdquo offers a wide variety of personal health applications such as weight addiction blood pressure and cholesterol trackers These plug into the sitersquos social networking and support forums to give patients ways to track their health and progress while they receive support from others going through the same thing

Controlling costsIf proven to be safe and accurate online consultation and self-diagnosis in addition to being an agoraphobersquos dream come true could potentially save a lot of money by reducing overhead costs associated with running a busy office

One way in which the web promises to severely reduce healthcare costs is by digitizing records Record-keeping accounts for a reportedly huge amount of the costs associated with the modern healthcare system yet these records are kept most-ly using archaic technology that is in dire need of modernization Using so-called Personal Health Re-cord (PHR) systems that would allow consumers to access their health records over the web like a credit score and send them anywhere they authorized (to doctors emergency care centers pharmacists etc) promises to revolutionize the way we give and re-ceive care

IssuesThough there are certainly major privacy issues to address PHRs such as ldquoMicrosoft HealthVaultrdquo ldquoGoogle Healthrdquo ldquoWebMD PHRrdquo and ldquoRevolution Health PHRrdquo mean millions of dollars in cost-savings and potentially safer transfer of records to those who need to see them (so that we can assure for example that a patient is never given a medication they have an allergy to)

In conclusion studies show that over half of all ldquoe-patientsrdquo are turning to social media Where-as ldquonon-user generatedrdquo healthcare content is generally based on academic knowledge clinical results and marketing spin social media health-care content is built on patient opinions and personal accounts Therefore over half of ldquoe-patientsrdquo are making healthcare decisions based at least in part on information provided by other patients Social media provides a platform for unsolicited feedback Two other advantages of social media are that conversations are peer-to-peer rather than ldquomoderator-to-consumerrdquo and patients are often afforded a greater level of anonymity in social media The psychological differences between these two scenarios are likely to lead to the expression of more honest opinions

The only social media for healthcare that is effectively functional in India as of date is Health-caremagiccom Though healthcare through social media still has a long way to go in India where affordable healthcare for all is the most pressing issue the hopes are not bleak for its web-literate portion

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Ideology and Ambedkarwhy Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambedkarian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology

Ms Deepika Rose Alex MSW 2nd Year

India hasnrsquot actually produced any revolutionar-ies because of many of the structural constraints that we have By revolution I mean here a radical structural change But in DR BR Ambedkar we can see different colors of radicalism coming together from radical humanism to radical structuralism Ambedkar for a major part of his life was a radical humanist He wanted to liberate the human reason from the chains of Hinduism dominated by samhitas and shastra and to celebrate human dignity When the whole India was fighting against the slavery from British he stood alone against internal slavery that a group of people was undergoing To him Indiarsquos political freedom is useless unless and until it attains social justice inside its boundaries And when India attained her freedom he considered it not indepen-dence but a mere transfer of power from colonizers to a set of internal elites And to him nationalism was the conspiracy of this group to create a myth of India as a nation even in the brain of the slaves of that period dalits It was nationalism without a nation for him Indiarsquos experiences till now have proved it right

He proclaimed his aim is the recovery of human dignity of a group of people who were con-sidered worse than animals by the Brahminical society he was the most learned person of the time and through his careful scrutiny of Vedic literature he arrived at the conclusion that Indiarsquos history is written from the Brahminical perspective and brought into light all the Brahmin conspiracy against shudras women and nature Through his thorough engagement with knowledge he arrived at a point where he defined what an ideal religion should be like His idea of reforming Hindu religion was deconstruction and reconstruction He questioned the base of Hindu religion by rejecting the authority of Vedas and shastras When he felt this transforma-tion canrsquot be possible from within he went outside through the mass conversion to Buddhism

Thus he became a radical structuralist not exactly by creating a dialectical opposite to religion but a parallel structure called Buddhism against the existing oppressive structure of Hinduism He was a mass leader the great human right activist subaltern historian and enlightened man that India has ever seen His fight was for human dignityIf this is the case then why Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambed-karian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology Is it that Marxism and Weberism are a safer shelter when people talks about ideologies Do they have a clear reason why they are Marxist is it that they adopt a Marxist label because they feel itrsquos something western and intellectual and so it is elitist I argue that many dalits who claims themselves as Ambedkarites do so because they are dalits and they havenrsquot understood Ambed-karian ideology outside the casteist framework from a humanist perspective and the non dalits rejects Ambedkarism also for the same reason I agree to the fact that Ambedkar is the only intellect who showed the untouchables a way out of their oppression But his theorizations had the potential to be a universal critical perspective just like Marxism There are many misinterpretations that have been prevalent all these yearsWhat does the word Dalit mean Yes it meant bro-ken But itrsquos not the case now Dalit the term has a revolutionary assertion associated with it it means disagreeing and delineating oneself from the elitism From the dominant ideology From the oppressors In that sense the term Dalit is not only associated with the so called lower castes although the con-cept is a challenge to Brahmanism Dalit is a word that reflects the multiple voices of the oppressed It is a word that signifies the protestors anyone who dares to challenge the hegemony

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The Brahminical society has a role in stigmatizing the term dalits and also the efforts and ideology of DrAmbedkar As G Alosious says lsquowithin the mainstream social sciences the man is consid-ered as the leader of the Mahar caste at worst and the drafter of constitution at bestkeeping Ambedkar as far away as pos-sible from the sacredsecretive subject of nation and nationalism (many among the intelligentsia would not hesitate considering him even as an anti national)is part and parcel of the overall elite strategy to maintain the dominance of its ideology over knowl-edge-production and knowledge - circulation in this countryrsquo(Aloysius 2009)

Dominant voices made him the messiah of untouchables And Ambedkarian perspective is a perspective untouched A great example is how Ambedkar ideology which is a universal ideol-ogy is prevented from being institutionalized in Indian universi-ties and schools Still Dalit social work is not a part of social work institutes across the country except TISS

But in TISS also while all the critical theories including Marxism femi-nism and postmodernism is taught Ambedkarian perspective which is the most relevant anti-oppressive perspective in Indian context is not taught You are not even in a position to discuss about Ambedkarian per-spective as we donrsquot know it and its potentials

What is needed is an intellectual activism Itrsquos an activism through pen voice and your way of life and thinking Ambedkarian ideology is an ideology misinterpreted Every Dalit should be able to proclaim loudly that she is a Dalit understanding what is the meaning of the term Your caste is not the only aspect that is making you a Dalit Your experiences your attitude and your courage make you a Dalit Ambedkarian ideology is your ideology not only because you belong to a particular caste but also you believe in equity Because you are evolving and liberating yourself from the hegemony You have the courage to stand against the dominant voice

( mosquitoes )

The other day I was at a coffee shop drinking coffee and silently waiting for ideas to catch me It was good coffee and the sun was lazy so I was willing to indulge their absence Besides I had money for a change How long can a good morning last Before long I heard an electric crack The fly catcher had caught a mosquito My scalp prickled Where there is one there are bound to be others A crazed brood out for psychological blood I think they know their power I am convinced they know the potency of their whine otherwise why do they fly around your ear If it was food they were after a quick swoop and a suck ought to have satiated them I would never grudge them their nutrition itrsquos the whine I object to

I want to reach for my hair and tear them out when I hear ithellip

I shifted to another table but it was futile The mosquitoes entered like a swarm and smoth-ered the tiny place I pushed back my chair struggled with my wallet and ran for the door Beads of sweat dotted my middle-aged brow Out on the pavement the sun was suddenly too hot and there were suddenly too many people Nobody seemed to mind the mosquitoes except for meThey were blackening the horizon like clouds of locusts I had seen on TV The skin became tight against my throat and I couldnrsquot breathe I gasped and gagged and staggered past people carrying umbrellas and children Shield the children I wanted to squeak The mosquitoes are coming

The mosquitoes are cominghellipThe mosquitoes are cominghellip

As it so happens mosquitoes bother me I am not one of them who can absently swat at one of them irritating buggers and flip the page in the same motion I start up when I hear the whine in my ear wildly slap at it and nurse my coffee waiting to hear it approach again I cannot concentrate when there are mosqui-toes around me I cannot sleep if I see a mosquito in the vicinityPeople are scared of snakes I fear mosquitoes

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

t

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Getting across to the other side of the world is no more the mission of daring explorers Media and communication have made this possible at the click of a button The number of people who connect to the world through the internet is increasing exponentially Blogs and social networks have made it possible to the let the world know about you and your world while you sit back on your personal computer in your own little corner From video conferencing with dear ones across the globe to adding to your bank balance the internet has made ev-erything possible

Yet for one sector in particular engage-ment on blogs and social networks carries special concerns That sector is healthcare Medical societies hospitals pharmaceutical companies and doctors in private practice tend to view social media as fraught with pitfalls But there are great opportunities for those willing to take the plunge Web-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Health informationOne of the most obvious ways that the web and social media are making our lives healthier is in the proliferation of health informationToday health mega-portals like ldquoWebMDrdquo ldquoRevolution Healthrdquo and ldquoYahoo Healthrdquo contain all the information one could possibly want mdash and itrsquos all searchable and available instantly

Self diagnosisBeing able to use the web for self diagnosis is truly revolutionizing the way many of us care for ourselves and how we approach doctor visits Other sites such as ldquorVitardquo which registers qualified medical practitioners to provide health infor-mation and ldquoHakia Healthrdquo which maintains a database of vetted medical information sources help users to make sure the information they are getting online is accurate reliable and medically sound Another web site ldquoOrganizedWisdomrdquo is something like Wikipedia for health but every article is written and reviewed by qualified professionalsFor those more interested in self-diagnosis ldquoDoubleCheckMDrdquo can help you determine if your symptoms are the result of sickness or a medication yoursquore taking or if medications are safe to take at the same time The virtual doctor at ldquoFreeMDrdquo meanwhile will help you to figure out whatrsquos wrong and if you need to visit a doctor

Choosing your doctorChoosing a doctor to visit every time you are ill is an important decision Because medical care is so personal you want to find someone you can trust and with whom you have a good rapport Most people tend to rely on referrals from friends or colleagues when searching out a new doctor

Web sites like ldquoVitalsrdquo and ldquoHealthGradesrdquo both of which provide independent doctor ratings based on a variety of data are making it easier to locate a good doctor by using more information than just their name in the phone book Other sites such as ldquoFindaDocrdquo and ldquoRateMDscom ldquorely more heavily on a consumer rating model meaning you can pick a doctor based on the feelings of your peers

Tweet HealthWeb-based and social media tools are making it easier to get health information find doctors make appointments keep records and get support These tools can revolutionize the healthcare field and the way people approach the practice of medicine

Dr Nidhi MathewMHA (HO) 1st Year

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The web is even making appointment setting easier In addition to providing a database of doctors with consumer reviews ldquoZocDocrdquo also lets you book an appoint-ment with that doctor straight from the Internet It currently works in New York City

Treatment and patient supportThough for most serious conditions you shouldnrsquot rely on the web for diagnosis or care there are a handful of web sites beginning to offer actual medical treat-ment from real doctors ldquoAmerican Wellrdquo for example creates software to facilitate online doctor consultations via a webcam that is currently being used by military service members and their families for web-based psychological evaluations while ldquoBreak-Throughrdquo offers a similar online ser-vice for civilian consumers who want to talk to qualified therapists from home by phone chat video or email UK-based ldquoMyChoiceMDcomrdquo offers a completely online doctor consultation service as wellCreating and enabling support communi-ties online is one area in which social media is perfectly suited Online support group sites like ldquoPatientsLikeMerdquo and ldquoDailyStrengthrdquo offer online discussion groups for people going through a wide variety of medical treatments ailments or conditions ldquoCarePagesrdquo con-nects patients by encouraging them to share their stories through blogging and building support circles among friends family and peersAnother support group site ldquoMedHelprdquo offers a wide variety of personal health applications such as weight addiction blood pressure and cholesterol trackers These plug into the sitersquos social networking and support forums to give patients ways to track their health and progress while they receive support from others going through the same thing

Controlling costsIf proven to be safe and accurate online consultation and self-diagnosis in addition to being an agoraphobersquos dream come true could potentially save a lot of money by reducing overhead costs associated with running a busy office

One way in which the web promises to severely reduce healthcare costs is by digitizing records Record-keeping accounts for a reportedly huge amount of the costs associated with the modern healthcare system yet these records are kept most-ly using archaic technology that is in dire need of modernization Using so-called Personal Health Re-cord (PHR) systems that would allow consumers to access their health records over the web like a credit score and send them anywhere they authorized (to doctors emergency care centers pharmacists etc) promises to revolutionize the way we give and re-ceive care

IssuesThough there are certainly major privacy issues to address PHRs such as ldquoMicrosoft HealthVaultrdquo ldquoGoogle Healthrdquo ldquoWebMD PHRrdquo and ldquoRevolution Health PHRrdquo mean millions of dollars in cost-savings and potentially safer transfer of records to those who need to see them (so that we can assure for example that a patient is never given a medication they have an allergy to)

In conclusion studies show that over half of all ldquoe-patientsrdquo are turning to social media Where-as ldquonon-user generatedrdquo healthcare content is generally based on academic knowledge clinical results and marketing spin social media health-care content is built on patient opinions and personal accounts Therefore over half of ldquoe-patientsrdquo are making healthcare decisions based at least in part on information provided by other patients Social media provides a platform for unsolicited feedback Two other advantages of social media are that conversations are peer-to-peer rather than ldquomoderator-to-consumerrdquo and patients are often afforded a greater level of anonymity in social media The psychological differences between these two scenarios are likely to lead to the expression of more honest opinions

The only social media for healthcare that is effectively functional in India as of date is Health-caremagiccom Though healthcare through social media still has a long way to go in India where affordable healthcare for all is the most pressing issue the hopes are not bleak for its web-literate portion

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Ideology and Ambedkarwhy Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambedkarian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology

Ms Deepika Rose Alex MSW 2nd Year

India hasnrsquot actually produced any revolutionar-ies because of many of the structural constraints that we have By revolution I mean here a radical structural change But in DR BR Ambedkar we can see different colors of radicalism coming together from radical humanism to radical structuralism Ambedkar for a major part of his life was a radical humanist He wanted to liberate the human reason from the chains of Hinduism dominated by samhitas and shastra and to celebrate human dignity When the whole India was fighting against the slavery from British he stood alone against internal slavery that a group of people was undergoing To him Indiarsquos political freedom is useless unless and until it attains social justice inside its boundaries And when India attained her freedom he considered it not indepen-dence but a mere transfer of power from colonizers to a set of internal elites And to him nationalism was the conspiracy of this group to create a myth of India as a nation even in the brain of the slaves of that period dalits It was nationalism without a nation for him Indiarsquos experiences till now have proved it right

He proclaimed his aim is the recovery of human dignity of a group of people who were con-sidered worse than animals by the Brahminical society he was the most learned person of the time and through his careful scrutiny of Vedic literature he arrived at the conclusion that Indiarsquos history is written from the Brahminical perspective and brought into light all the Brahmin conspiracy against shudras women and nature Through his thorough engagement with knowledge he arrived at a point where he defined what an ideal religion should be like His idea of reforming Hindu religion was deconstruction and reconstruction He questioned the base of Hindu religion by rejecting the authority of Vedas and shastras When he felt this transforma-tion canrsquot be possible from within he went outside through the mass conversion to Buddhism

Thus he became a radical structuralist not exactly by creating a dialectical opposite to religion but a parallel structure called Buddhism against the existing oppressive structure of Hinduism He was a mass leader the great human right activist subaltern historian and enlightened man that India has ever seen His fight was for human dignityIf this is the case then why Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambed-karian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology Is it that Marxism and Weberism are a safer shelter when people talks about ideologies Do they have a clear reason why they are Marxist is it that they adopt a Marxist label because they feel itrsquos something western and intellectual and so it is elitist I argue that many dalits who claims themselves as Ambedkarites do so because they are dalits and they havenrsquot understood Ambed-karian ideology outside the casteist framework from a humanist perspective and the non dalits rejects Ambedkarism also for the same reason I agree to the fact that Ambedkar is the only intellect who showed the untouchables a way out of their oppression But his theorizations had the potential to be a universal critical perspective just like Marxism There are many misinterpretations that have been prevalent all these yearsWhat does the word Dalit mean Yes it meant bro-ken But itrsquos not the case now Dalit the term has a revolutionary assertion associated with it it means disagreeing and delineating oneself from the elitism From the dominant ideology From the oppressors In that sense the term Dalit is not only associated with the so called lower castes although the con-cept is a challenge to Brahmanism Dalit is a word that reflects the multiple voices of the oppressed It is a word that signifies the protestors anyone who dares to challenge the hegemony

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The Brahminical society has a role in stigmatizing the term dalits and also the efforts and ideology of DrAmbedkar As G Alosious says lsquowithin the mainstream social sciences the man is consid-ered as the leader of the Mahar caste at worst and the drafter of constitution at bestkeeping Ambedkar as far away as pos-sible from the sacredsecretive subject of nation and nationalism (many among the intelligentsia would not hesitate considering him even as an anti national)is part and parcel of the overall elite strategy to maintain the dominance of its ideology over knowl-edge-production and knowledge - circulation in this countryrsquo(Aloysius 2009)

Dominant voices made him the messiah of untouchables And Ambedkarian perspective is a perspective untouched A great example is how Ambedkar ideology which is a universal ideol-ogy is prevented from being institutionalized in Indian universi-ties and schools Still Dalit social work is not a part of social work institutes across the country except TISS

But in TISS also while all the critical theories including Marxism femi-nism and postmodernism is taught Ambedkarian perspective which is the most relevant anti-oppressive perspective in Indian context is not taught You are not even in a position to discuss about Ambedkarian per-spective as we donrsquot know it and its potentials

What is needed is an intellectual activism Itrsquos an activism through pen voice and your way of life and thinking Ambedkarian ideology is an ideology misinterpreted Every Dalit should be able to proclaim loudly that she is a Dalit understanding what is the meaning of the term Your caste is not the only aspect that is making you a Dalit Your experiences your attitude and your courage make you a Dalit Ambedkarian ideology is your ideology not only because you belong to a particular caste but also you believe in equity Because you are evolving and liberating yourself from the hegemony You have the courage to stand against the dominant voice

( mosquitoes )

The other day I was at a coffee shop drinking coffee and silently waiting for ideas to catch me It was good coffee and the sun was lazy so I was willing to indulge their absence Besides I had money for a change How long can a good morning last Before long I heard an electric crack The fly catcher had caught a mosquito My scalp prickled Where there is one there are bound to be others A crazed brood out for psychological blood I think they know their power I am convinced they know the potency of their whine otherwise why do they fly around your ear If it was food they were after a quick swoop and a suck ought to have satiated them I would never grudge them their nutrition itrsquos the whine I object to

I want to reach for my hair and tear them out when I hear ithellip

I shifted to another table but it was futile The mosquitoes entered like a swarm and smoth-ered the tiny place I pushed back my chair struggled with my wallet and ran for the door Beads of sweat dotted my middle-aged brow Out on the pavement the sun was suddenly too hot and there were suddenly too many people Nobody seemed to mind the mosquitoes except for meThey were blackening the horizon like clouds of locusts I had seen on TV The skin became tight against my throat and I couldnrsquot breathe I gasped and gagged and staggered past people carrying umbrellas and children Shield the children I wanted to squeak The mosquitoes are coming

The mosquitoes are cominghellipThe mosquitoes are cominghellip

As it so happens mosquitoes bother me I am not one of them who can absently swat at one of them irritating buggers and flip the page in the same motion I start up when I hear the whine in my ear wildly slap at it and nurse my coffee waiting to hear it approach again I cannot concentrate when there are mosqui-toes around me I cannot sleep if I see a mosquito in the vicinityPeople are scared of snakes I fear mosquitoes

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 14: Unmaad 2010

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The web is even making appointment setting easier In addition to providing a database of doctors with consumer reviews ldquoZocDocrdquo also lets you book an appoint-ment with that doctor straight from the Internet It currently works in New York City

Treatment and patient supportThough for most serious conditions you shouldnrsquot rely on the web for diagnosis or care there are a handful of web sites beginning to offer actual medical treat-ment from real doctors ldquoAmerican Wellrdquo for example creates software to facilitate online doctor consultations via a webcam that is currently being used by military service members and their families for web-based psychological evaluations while ldquoBreak-Throughrdquo offers a similar online ser-vice for civilian consumers who want to talk to qualified therapists from home by phone chat video or email UK-based ldquoMyChoiceMDcomrdquo offers a completely online doctor consultation service as wellCreating and enabling support communi-ties online is one area in which social media is perfectly suited Online support group sites like ldquoPatientsLikeMerdquo and ldquoDailyStrengthrdquo offer online discussion groups for people going through a wide variety of medical treatments ailments or conditions ldquoCarePagesrdquo con-nects patients by encouraging them to share their stories through blogging and building support circles among friends family and peersAnother support group site ldquoMedHelprdquo offers a wide variety of personal health applications such as weight addiction blood pressure and cholesterol trackers These plug into the sitersquos social networking and support forums to give patients ways to track their health and progress while they receive support from others going through the same thing

Controlling costsIf proven to be safe and accurate online consultation and self-diagnosis in addition to being an agoraphobersquos dream come true could potentially save a lot of money by reducing overhead costs associated with running a busy office

One way in which the web promises to severely reduce healthcare costs is by digitizing records Record-keeping accounts for a reportedly huge amount of the costs associated with the modern healthcare system yet these records are kept most-ly using archaic technology that is in dire need of modernization Using so-called Personal Health Re-cord (PHR) systems that would allow consumers to access their health records over the web like a credit score and send them anywhere they authorized (to doctors emergency care centers pharmacists etc) promises to revolutionize the way we give and re-ceive care

IssuesThough there are certainly major privacy issues to address PHRs such as ldquoMicrosoft HealthVaultrdquo ldquoGoogle Healthrdquo ldquoWebMD PHRrdquo and ldquoRevolution Health PHRrdquo mean millions of dollars in cost-savings and potentially safer transfer of records to those who need to see them (so that we can assure for example that a patient is never given a medication they have an allergy to)

In conclusion studies show that over half of all ldquoe-patientsrdquo are turning to social media Where-as ldquonon-user generatedrdquo healthcare content is generally based on academic knowledge clinical results and marketing spin social media health-care content is built on patient opinions and personal accounts Therefore over half of ldquoe-patientsrdquo are making healthcare decisions based at least in part on information provided by other patients Social media provides a platform for unsolicited feedback Two other advantages of social media are that conversations are peer-to-peer rather than ldquomoderator-to-consumerrdquo and patients are often afforded a greater level of anonymity in social media The psychological differences between these two scenarios are likely to lead to the expression of more honest opinions

The only social media for healthcare that is effectively functional in India as of date is Health-caremagiccom Though healthcare through social media still has a long way to go in India where affordable healthcare for all is the most pressing issue the hopes are not bleak for its web-literate portion

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Ideology and Ambedkarwhy Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambedkarian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology

Ms Deepika Rose Alex MSW 2nd Year

India hasnrsquot actually produced any revolutionar-ies because of many of the structural constraints that we have By revolution I mean here a radical structural change But in DR BR Ambedkar we can see different colors of radicalism coming together from radical humanism to radical structuralism Ambedkar for a major part of his life was a radical humanist He wanted to liberate the human reason from the chains of Hinduism dominated by samhitas and shastra and to celebrate human dignity When the whole India was fighting against the slavery from British he stood alone against internal slavery that a group of people was undergoing To him Indiarsquos political freedom is useless unless and until it attains social justice inside its boundaries And when India attained her freedom he considered it not indepen-dence but a mere transfer of power from colonizers to a set of internal elites And to him nationalism was the conspiracy of this group to create a myth of India as a nation even in the brain of the slaves of that period dalits It was nationalism without a nation for him Indiarsquos experiences till now have proved it right

He proclaimed his aim is the recovery of human dignity of a group of people who were con-sidered worse than animals by the Brahminical society he was the most learned person of the time and through his careful scrutiny of Vedic literature he arrived at the conclusion that Indiarsquos history is written from the Brahminical perspective and brought into light all the Brahmin conspiracy against shudras women and nature Through his thorough engagement with knowledge he arrived at a point where he defined what an ideal religion should be like His idea of reforming Hindu religion was deconstruction and reconstruction He questioned the base of Hindu religion by rejecting the authority of Vedas and shastras When he felt this transforma-tion canrsquot be possible from within he went outside through the mass conversion to Buddhism

Thus he became a radical structuralist not exactly by creating a dialectical opposite to religion but a parallel structure called Buddhism against the existing oppressive structure of Hinduism He was a mass leader the great human right activist subaltern historian and enlightened man that India has ever seen His fight was for human dignityIf this is the case then why Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambed-karian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology Is it that Marxism and Weberism are a safer shelter when people talks about ideologies Do they have a clear reason why they are Marxist is it that they adopt a Marxist label because they feel itrsquos something western and intellectual and so it is elitist I argue that many dalits who claims themselves as Ambedkarites do so because they are dalits and they havenrsquot understood Ambed-karian ideology outside the casteist framework from a humanist perspective and the non dalits rejects Ambedkarism also for the same reason I agree to the fact that Ambedkar is the only intellect who showed the untouchables a way out of their oppression But his theorizations had the potential to be a universal critical perspective just like Marxism There are many misinterpretations that have been prevalent all these yearsWhat does the word Dalit mean Yes it meant bro-ken But itrsquos not the case now Dalit the term has a revolutionary assertion associated with it it means disagreeing and delineating oneself from the elitism From the dominant ideology From the oppressors In that sense the term Dalit is not only associated with the so called lower castes although the con-cept is a challenge to Brahmanism Dalit is a word that reflects the multiple voices of the oppressed It is a word that signifies the protestors anyone who dares to challenge the hegemony

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The Brahminical society has a role in stigmatizing the term dalits and also the efforts and ideology of DrAmbedkar As G Alosious says lsquowithin the mainstream social sciences the man is consid-ered as the leader of the Mahar caste at worst and the drafter of constitution at bestkeeping Ambedkar as far away as pos-sible from the sacredsecretive subject of nation and nationalism (many among the intelligentsia would not hesitate considering him even as an anti national)is part and parcel of the overall elite strategy to maintain the dominance of its ideology over knowl-edge-production and knowledge - circulation in this countryrsquo(Aloysius 2009)

Dominant voices made him the messiah of untouchables And Ambedkarian perspective is a perspective untouched A great example is how Ambedkar ideology which is a universal ideol-ogy is prevented from being institutionalized in Indian universi-ties and schools Still Dalit social work is not a part of social work institutes across the country except TISS

But in TISS also while all the critical theories including Marxism femi-nism and postmodernism is taught Ambedkarian perspective which is the most relevant anti-oppressive perspective in Indian context is not taught You are not even in a position to discuss about Ambedkarian per-spective as we donrsquot know it and its potentials

What is needed is an intellectual activism Itrsquos an activism through pen voice and your way of life and thinking Ambedkarian ideology is an ideology misinterpreted Every Dalit should be able to proclaim loudly that she is a Dalit understanding what is the meaning of the term Your caste is not the only aspect that is making you a Dalit Your experiences your attitude and your courage make you a Dalit Ambedkarian ideology is your ideology not only because you belong to a particular caste but also you believe in equity Because you are evolving and liberating yourself from the hegemony You have the courage to stand against the dominant voice

( mosquitoes )

The other day I was at a coffee shop drinking coffee and silently waiting for ideas to catch me It was good coffee and the sun was lazy so I was willing to indulge their absence Besides I had money for a change How long can a good morning last Before long I heard an electric crack The fly catcher had caught a mosquito My scalp prickled Where there is one there are bound to be others A crazed brood out for psychological blood I think they know their power I am convinced they know the potency of their whine otherwise why do they fly around your ear If it was food they were after a quick swoop and a suck ought to have satiated them I would never grudge them their nutrition itrsquos the whine I object to

I want to reach for my hair and tear them out when I hear ithellip

I shifted to another table but it was futile The mosquitoes entered like a swarm and smoth-ered the tiny place I pushed back my chair struggled with my wallet and ran for the door Beads of sweat dotted my middle-aged brow Out on the pavement the sun was suddenly too hot and there were suddenly too many people Nobody seemed to mind the mosquitoes except for meThey were blackening the horizon like clouds of locusts I had seen on TV The skin became tight against my throat and I couldnrsquot breathe I gasped and gagged and staggered past people carrying umbrellas and children Shield the children I wanted to squeak The mosquitoes are coming

The mosquitoes are cominghellipThe mosquitoes are cominghellip

As it so happens mosquitoes bother me I am not one of them who can absently swat at one of them irritating buggers and flip the page in the same motion I start up when I hear the whine in my ear wildly slap at it and nurse my coffee waiting to hear it approach again I cannot concentrate when there are mosqui-toes around me I cannot sleep if I see a mosquito in the vicinityPeople are scared of snakes I fear mosquitoes

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

t

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 15: Unmaad 2010

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Ideology and Ambedkarwhy Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambedkarian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology

Ms Deepika Rose Alex MSW 2nd Year

India hasnrsquot actually produced any revolutionar-ies because of many of the structural constraints that we have By revolution I mean here a radical structural change But in DR BR Ambedkar we can see different colors of radicalism coming together from radical humanism to radical structuralism Ambedkar for a major part of his life was a radical humanist He wanted to liberate the human reason from the chains of Hinduism dominated by samhitas and shastra and to celebrate human dignity When the whole India was fighting against the slavery from British he stood alone against internal slavery that a group of people was undergoing To him Indiarsquos political freedom is useless unless and until it attains social justice inside its boundaries And when India attained her freedom he considered it not indepen-dence but a mere transfer of power from colonizers to a set of internal elites And to him nationalism was the conspiracy of this group to create a myth of India as a nation even in the brain of the slaves of that period dalits It was nationalism without a nation for him Indiarsquos experiences till now have proved it right

He proclaimed his aim is the recovery of human dignity of a group of people who were con-sidered worse than animals by the Brahminical society he was the most learned person of the time and through his careful scrutiny of Vedic literature he arrived at the conclusion that Indiarsquos history is written from the Brahminical perspective and brought into light all the Brahmin conspiracy against shudras women and nature Through his thorough engagement with knowledge he arrived at a point where he defined what an ideal religion should be like His idea of reforming Hindu religion was deconstruction and reconstruction He questioned the base of Hindu religion by rejecting the authority of Vedas and shastras When he felt this transforma-tion canrsquot be possible from within he went outside through the mass conversion to Buddhism

Thus he became a radical structuralist not exactly by creating a dialectical opposite to religion but a parallel structure called Buddhism against the existing oppressive structure of Hinduism He was a mass leader the great human right activist subaltern historian and enlightened man that India has ever seen His fight was for human dignityIf this is the case then why Ambedkarism is considered different from humanism Why Ambed-karian ideology is associated with dalits always And dalits and non dalits who are scared of such an identity keep themselves away from Ambedkarian ideology Is it that Marxism and Weberism are a safer shelter when people talks about ideologies Do they have a clear reason why they are Marxist is it that they adopt a Marxist label because they feel itrsquos something western and intellectual and so it is elitist I argue that many dalits who claims themselves as Ambedkarites do so because they are dalits and they havenrsquot understood Ambed-karian ideology outside the casteist framework from a humanist perspective and the non dalits rejects Ambedkarism also for the same reason I agree to the fact that Ambedkar is the only intellect who showed the untouchables a way out of their oppression But his theorizations had the potential to be a universal critical perspective just like Marxism There are many misinterpretations that have been prevalent all these yearsWhat does the word Dalit mean Yes it meant bro-ken But itrsquos not the case now Dalit the term has a revolutionary assertion associated with it it means disagreeing and delineating oneself from the elitism From the dominant ideology From the oppressors In that sense the term Dalit is not only associated with the so called lower castes although the con-cept is a challenge to Brahmanism Dalit is a word that reflects the multiple voices of the oppressed It is a word that signifies the protestors anyone who dares to challenge the hegemony

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The Brahminical society has a role in stigmatizing the term dalits and also the efforts and ideology of DrAmbedkar As G Alosious says lsquowithin the mainstream social sciences the man is consid-ered as the leader of the Mahar caste at worst and the drafter of constitution at bestkeeping Ambedkar as far away as pos-sible from the sacredsecretive subject of nation and nationalism (many among the intelligentsia would not hesitate considering him even as an anti national)is part and parcel of the overall elite strategy to maintain the dominance of its ideology over knowl-edge-production and knowledge - circulation in this countryrsquo(Aloysius 2009)

Dominant voices made him the messiah of untouchables And Ambedkarian perspective is a perspective untouched A great example is how Ambedkar ideology which is a universal ideol-ogy is prevented from being institutionalized in Indian universi-ties and schools Still Dalit social work is not a part of social work institutes across the country except TISS

But in TISS also while all the critical theories including Marxism femi-nism and postmodernism is taught Ambedkarian perspective which is the most relevant anti-oppressive perspective in Indian context is not taught You are not even in a position to discuss about Ambedkarian per-spective as we donrsquot know it and its potentials

What is needed is an intellectual activism Itrsquos an activism through pen voice and your way of life and thinking Ambedkarian ideology is an ideology misinterpreted Every Dalit should be able to proclaim loudly that she is a Dalit understanding what is the meaning of the term Your caste is not the only aspect that is making you a Dalit Your experiences your attitude and your courage make you a Dalit Ambedkarian ideology is your ideology not only because you belong to a particular caste but also you believe in equity Because you are evolving and liberating yourself from the hegemony You have the courage to stand against the dominant voice

( mosquitoes )

The other day I was at a coffee shop drinking coffee and silently waiting for ideas to catch me It was good coffee and the sun was lazy so I was willing to indulge their absence Besides I had money for a change How long can a good morning last Before long I heard an electric crack The fly catcher had caught a mosquito My scalp prickled Where there is one there are bound to be others A crazed brood out for psychological blood I think they know their power I am convinced they know the potency of their whine otherwise why do they fly around your ear If it was food they were after a quick swoop and a suck ought to have satiated them I would never grudge them their nutrition itrsquos the whine I object to

I want to reach for my hair and tear them out when I hear ithellip

I shifted to another table but it was futile The mosquitoes entered like a swarm and smoth-ered the tiny place I pushed back my chair struggled with my wallet and ran for the door Beads of sweat dotted my middle-aged brow Out on the pavement the sun was suddenly too hot and there were suddenly too many people Nobody seemed to mind the mosquitoes except for meThey were blackening the horizon like clouds of locusts I had seen on TV The skin became tight against my throat and I couldnrsquot breathe I gasped and gagged and staggered past people carrying umbrellas and children Shield the children I wanted to squeak The mosquitoes are coming

The mosquitoes are cominghellipThe mosquitoes are cominghellip

As it so happens mosquitoes bother me I am not one of them who can absently swat at one of them irritating buggers and flip the page in the same motion I start up when I hear the whine in my ear wildly slap at it and nurse my coffee waiting to hear it approach again I cannot concentrate when there are mosqui-toes around me I cannot sleep if I see a mosquito in the vicinityPeople are scared of snakes I fear mosquitoes

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

t

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

opinionsfeedbacks

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 16: Unmaad 2010

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The Brahminical society has a role in stigmatizing the term dalits and also the efforts and ideology of DrAmbedkar As G Alosious says lsquowithin the mainstream social sciences the man is consid-ered as the leader of the Mahar caste at worst and the drafter of constitution at bestkeeping Ambedkar as far away as pos-sible from the sacredsecretive subject of nation and nationalism (many among the intelligentsia would not hesitate considering him even as an anti national)is part and parcel of the overall elite strategy to maintain the dominance of its ideology over knowl-edge-production and knowledge - circulation in this countryrsquo(Aloysius 2009)

Dominant voices made him the messiah of untouchables And Ambedkarian perspective is a perspective untouched A great example is how Ambedkar ideology which is a universal ideol-ogy is prevented from being institutionalized in Indian universi-ties and schools Still Dalit social work is not a part of social work institutes across the country except TISS

But in TISS also while all the critical theories including Marxism femi-nism and postmodernism is taught Ambedkarian perspective which is the most relevant anti-oppressive perspective in Indian context is not taught You are not even in a position to discuss about Ambedkarian per-spective as we donrsquot know it and its potentials

What is needed is an intellectual activism Itrsquos an activism through pen voice and your way of life and thinking Ambedkarian ideology is an ideology misinterpreted Every Dalit should be able to proclaim loudly that she is a Dalit understanding what is the meaning of the term Your caste is not the only aspect that is making you a Dalit Your experiences your attitude and your courage make you a Dalit Ambedkarian ideology is your ideology not only because you belong to a particular caste but also you believe in equity Because you are evolving and liberating yourself from the hegemony You have the courage to stand against the dominant voice

( mosquitoes )

The other day I was at a coffee shop drinking coffee and silently waiting for ideas to catch me It was good coffee and the sun was lazy so I was willing to indulge their absence Besides I had money for a change How long can a good morning last Before long I heard an electric crack The fly catcher had caught a mosquito My scalp prickled Where there is one there are bound to be others A crazed brood out for psychological blood I think they know their power I am convinced they know the potency of their whine otherwise why do they fly around your ear If it was food they were after a quick swoop and a suck ought to have satiated them I would never grudge them their nutrition itrsquos the whine I object to

I want to reach for my hair and tear them out when I hear ithellip

I shifted to another table but it was futile The mosquitoes entered like a swarm and smoth-ered the tiny place I pushed back my chair struggled with my wallet and ran for the door Beads of sweat dotted my middle-aged brow Out on the pavement the sun was suddenly too hot and there were suddenly too many people Nobody seemed to mind the mosquitoes except for meThey were blackening the horizon like clouds of locusts I had seen on TV The skin became tight against my throat and I couldnrsquot breathe I gasped and gagged and staggered past people carrying umbrellas and children Shield the children I wanted to squeak The mosquitoes are coming

The mosquitoes are cominghellipThe mosquitoes are cominghellip

As it so happens mosquitoes bother me I am not one of them who can absently swat at one of them irritating buggers and flip the page in the same motion I start up when I hear the whine in my ear wildly slap at it and nurse my coffee waiting to hear it approach again I cannot concentrate when there are mosqui-toes around me I cannot sleep if I see a mosquito in the vicinityPeople are scared of snakes I fear mosquitoes

Ms Koyel GL 2nd Year

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

t

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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RandomObservationsand Reflections on Transport Service Delivery

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for him

Three examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturally

Too much introspection could give you Gastroenteritis and over analyzing gives you Spondylitis so switch off thought and shine that metal rusted torch on observation instead

So I saw Pinocchio hanging by his pointy blue hat arms apart looking absolutely schizophrenic on 80 ft road Childhood trauma could be attributed to such sights (This lady was selling stuff toys on the footpath she assumed the best way to display Pinocchio was to hang him by his hat to the branch of the tree she sat under and little did she know)

100 ft road this time(whats with the Bangalore Corpo-rationrsquos obsessive compulsion to measure the width of each street in Indirangar and name it after the precise measurement And whats with the obsession with colo-niser progeny nomenclature in Cox town) Digression unfortunately was never a recessive gene Right 100 ft road This ice cream guy bicycle square metallic ice box and all has lsquoSugar Daddyrsquo in some trippy font written at the back of the box The faded proclamation of the ice cream guyrsquos persona cracks me up Poor unsuspecting ice cream vendor I wonder which cruel individual did his branding for himJohn Kannedy My auto driver one fine morning Immaculately dressed Blue suit oiled side parting and flashy grin intact Thank heavens for auto driver IDThree examples of observation will suffice The rate at which I notice things outside my auto ride (and in) I begin to look quite the maniac solitary laughing or smiling unnaturallyFlit flit flit maybe I need a paperweight The trapped bub-bles interspersed with rainbow swirls variety Or an an-tique wooden clothes pin so that the bright red twisted nylon rope and me could exchange some real life storiesIrsquom currently travelling with a salmon through Budapest sometimes chanting down Babylon other timesLazy Hendrix Saturdays (that run into extra time) with Large shersquos rather obsessed with Jimi it worries me some-times

Steer clear of the Upper Case speaker or even the toGgle caSe conVersEr They adversely affect your tympanumThe Great Indian Auto Driver (Autous severeus pain- in ndashthe- backsideus) a rare species found only in the con-crete jungles like metro construction-torn BengalooruOrigins taxonomy and anatomy Bipedal gastropods with rodentia tendencies (black and yellow shell with a mono-chromatic numerical identification board attached to the rear end)

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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What wire What ^skull symbol^$ wire Yoursquore subsequently deposited on a street that in-variably has NO autos the auto with a ldquocut wirerdquo has sped down the opposite side

2 School auto Compulsive liars could take a les-son or two from these guys So after the entire rig-marole of geographic interrogation they suddenly acquire this beatific glow knit their eyebrows tilt their heads and mutter ldquoschool childrenrdquo pointing to the EMPTY seat behind He expects you to feel irrepressibly guilty and damn yourself to hell for actually asking this noble transporter of vulnerable school kids to abandon the helpless lil uns Expect a middle aged lazy woman agreeing to pay extra and hopping in ten ft away

3 No fuel You finally resort to standing in a queue at one of the auto stands for a coupla centuries and eras Human life is at its worst here the specimens you encounter are bound to drive you into solitary confinement for at least 48 hours Loud aunties whorsquove bought Malabar gold or somesuch live size Barbie dolls who converse with each other while being on the phone with their boyfriends etc the air reeks of plastic shopping bags and commercial street perspiration Oops digression yet again So after yoursquove subjected yourself to these undesirable conditions an auto comes by The lone cop literally runs behind him brings him to a screeching halt and he argues for an eternity about the lack of petrol Therersquos not enough to last the end of the road even But then again the all too familiar sight of the rear and a cloud of dust and petrol fume emission

Public service message Steer clear of The Blur A rather dangerous variety created by the inclusion of chemical lsquopqrsrsquo Their driving skills are despicableVisuals that come to mind Someone given a shot of adrenalin and asked to dash through a maze of prickly plantsone of them tom and jerry cartoons where tomrsquos rearrsquos burning and hersquos looking for a pail horses let out of racing gates animal released into the wild after centuries of torture

Itrsquos not really the speed that threatens to give you a cardiac arrest itrsquos the way they weave through the traffic at that very speed Spurts of speed enough to mess up an entire nervous system

An offshoot of the homo sapiens species accidentally created by a deranged lab assistant who got pushed around by an engineering student of the 4th semes-ter and vowed to take revenge on human societyThe seats inside are designed in such a manner that the passenger remains concealed in really-tricky shadow however obese or brightly appareled so that you are mercilessly fooled into believing that an empty auto has finally made its way to you

Habitat Thrive in any kind of climate generally roam the streets preying on any form of vehicular lacking life on the pretext of transporting them from place A to place B Known to have caused severe psycho-logical diseases in the human species These include anxiety and stress related disorders etc which over a period of time causes schizophrenia Early therapy and anger management could slightly improve these conditions Solitary hunters though they cause far more damage to society when they organize them-selves into packs Also known to speak the English language how-ever this is restricted to mainly 3 phrases including lsquoDouble meterrsquorsquo100 rupeesrsquo and lsquoTen rupees extrarsquo Behavioral Patterns Primarily sadistic the kind that makes you wanna pull your hair out and subsequent-ly split each one of them in geometric perfection If they havenrsquot looked right through your exhausted post-work self they might slow down because yoursquore literally blocking the road with your arms waving frantically akin to either someone possessed or af-flicted by convulsions The slowing down gives way to a series of questions about the precise location of your house main cross stage landmark and all

After eliciting the aforementioned details they decide to take pity on you and generously offer you one of those darn English phrases Details of the reac-tions they bring out involve a series of expletives both colloquial and otherwise and violence meted out to inanimate objects in the vicinity of the stranded being Here are some common excuses used to push our kind into the realm of insanity

1 Wire got cut So after FINALLY getting an auto guy to agree to transport you you take a deep breath and sit back and suddenly he begins slowing down you have vague misgivings about where this deteriorating speedrsquos heading seconds later he confirms your suspicions by declaring that his wire got cut

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

opinionsfeedbacks

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 19: Unmaad 2010

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The Genesis of Political Movement in Tripura

AbstractThis paper attempts to study the genesis of first political movement (TUJS) in Tripura The de-mographic complexity of the state gave rise to TUJS and thus created hegemony between the indigenous people and the immigrants The Chronological demography reveals that Tripura is the only state in India where successive migration has reduced its original residents to a minor-ity in their own land Tripura demographic is a rare event in world history

Mr Biswaranjan TripuraMSW 1st Year

An analytical studyTripura is a land-locked state with Mizoram in East Assam in Northeast and 800 KM of porous inter-national border with Bangladesh in North West and South It was traditionally the abode of about twenty tribes who had their distinct traditions customs and dialects Kokborok has been the main dialect for indegenous people It is spoken by about 80 of tribal population Prominent tribes include Tripuris who constitute majority followed by Reang Noatia Jamatia and smaller groups like Chakma Mizo and Garos In pre-Independence era it was a tribal dominated state but its aboriginal population got submerged in the growing waves of migration from erstwhile East Pakistan which became Ban-gladesh in 1971 The immigrants now constitute over 68 of state population and their mother tongue Bengali is the official state language against kok-borok which enjoys the status of second language

The Indian Government ignored the demographic complexity while rehabilitating the unrestricted flow of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this state Transformed from a predominantly tribal State to a non-tribal majority state the population of the tribes was reduced from 64 in 1864 to 52 in 1901 37 in 1951 and 29 in 1971(Encyclopedia of North-East India Volume VIII -HM Bareh) By the end of twentieth century the tribalrsquos population was reduced to 28 The tragedy of partition therefore not only disturbed the demographic balance but the progressive increase in state population and steady decline in the proportion of the natives also caused economic sociological and political upheaval and turned it into a battleground of ethnic turbulence

Uprising of political hegemony Since the days of Independence extreme tribal-ism has been the main focus of politics in all the tribal dominated regions of the country In Tripura too organizations like Paharia Union and Tripura Rajya Adivasi Sangh came up in early nineteen fifties for championing the cause of the tribalrsquos The ethnic diversity and personality clashes among the different tribes and sub-tribes were however the greatest hurdle for political unity among them Their disunity helped the mainstream political parties like Congress and Communist to play deceitful and scandalous politics and accordingly they ignored the demographic complexity in the rehabilitation of the large scale influx of non-tribal Bengali refugees in this prominently tribal State Indian Parliament enacted Tripura Land Revenue and Land Reforms Act 1960 and put restriction on transfer of tribal land to non-tribal But due to political power in the hand of Bengalis the Act remained in paper only as the immigrants manipu-lated the registration of tribal lands fraudulently

Tripura Upajati Juba Samity (TUJS) Formation of an umbrella organization namely lsquoTripura Upajati Juba Samitirsquo (TUJS) in June 1967 as an independent political party for championing the cause of the natives was a new chapter in the political history of Tripura Its studentrsquos front name-ly Tripura Students Federation (TSF) emerged as an effective force in mobilizing the youths The main focus of the TUJS centered round the demand for Autonomy language and land that were

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

t

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 20: Unmaad 2010

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Emergence of INPT The Indigenous party of Tripura (INPT) was a political party in the India state of Tripura formed on June 9 1997 when the TUJS and Tripura Tribal National Conference(TTNC) merged Initially the Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) of Bijoy Hrangkwal was supposed to merge into the Indigenous peoplersquos front of Tripura (IPFT) but they withdrew from the project Debabrata Koloi became the IPFT general secretary

IPFT gained its political breakthrough in the elections to the Tripura Tribal Areas Autonomous District Council (TTAADC) in 2000 In 2001 Tripura Upajati Juba Samiti (TUJS) merged with IPFT to form new party named Indigenous Nationalist Party of Tripura (INPT)

ConclusionThe remedy of the problem therefore primarily lies in the hands of the political rulers However since the emergence of TUJS in 1967 as a regional party both the Congress and the CPM which are the major political parties in Tripura tried to win over its leaders for their respective political games Their nexus with the militant cadres in pursuance of their deceitful and divi-sive politics for respective political hegemony in the State made the situation from bad to worse

bull Autonomous District Council under Sixth schedule of Indian Constitutionbull Extension of inner-line permits system for Tripurabull Introduction of Kokborok in Roman script as medium of instruction for the tribal studentsbull Restoration of the ownership over tradition land to the tribalrsquos

Tripura National Volunteer (TNV)After being caught in the whirlpool of political chauvinism of the Congress the Communists and lsquoAmra Bengali the restive militant cadres of Tripura Sena led by Bijoy Harankhwal the then Assistant General Sec-retary of the TUJS formed Tripura National Volunteers (TNV) alias Tripura National Volunteer Force (TNVF) in December 1978 It was an organised beginning of insurgency in the State It declared liberation of Tripura from Indian Union Meanwhile Tripura Legislative Assembly passed Tripura Autonomous District Council Act 1979 for the tribal areas which cover 68 of the total state area Although the Act provided opportunity to 30 of the state population for self-government under fifth Schedule of the Constitution it failed to calm down the rising tide of insurgency in the state

Dinesh Singh Committee Report on Tripura violence submitted in 1980 stated

ldquoProlonged agitation in Assam on foreigners issue had its fall out in Tripura Representatives of TUJS participated in the North-eastern Regional Students Union held at Dibrugarh and in the session of the

executive council of the forum of the Hill Regional Parties of the North-eastern Region at Shillong earlier this year They started a demand for

deportation of foreigners who had come to Tripura after 1949 when Tripura joined the Indian Unionrdquo

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 21: Unmaad 2010

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What do you expect to smell when you walk out of your place to start your day my people Or the question can be asked this way ldquowhat do you smell when you start your dayrdquo

I think I can guess some of the answers

Flowers Those lsquodivinersquo incense sticks Brown bread from the bakery That ladyrsquos hair in your buildingrsquos lift Desi baghaar from your neighbourrsquos house

Every time I start my day on Mondays and Tuesdays when I go out for my field work I get myself prepared to smell a few things Irsquoll list them in the sequence of events that result in my encounter with them

1 Walk out of the building Smell the left over wet waste by the Municipality people 2 Take an auto to Govandi station Feel the smell from the slaughter house nearby 3 Enter the galli to the platform number 2 Smell the stale snacks 4 Stand on the platform number 1 Smell the eatables at the IRCTC stall lsquodominatedrsquo by Wada pau 5 lsquoTryrsquo to get on the train to CST Smell a zillion body odours

Before mentioning the next event I must tell you people that I LOVE the Tantra t-shirts for their sarcasm And I strongly believe them One of them said ldquoIndian Railways- Bringing people closerrdquo I can feel the closeness every time I get on a train to CST in the morning Now there are different types of lsquoclosenessrsquosrsquo that you can be a part of You will be enlight ened in the following notes

6 Be a part of ldquoBringing People Closerrdquo campaign in the train- smell the lsquoNavratna telrsquo from apne bhai log

Research statement that is bubbling up for long now Navratna tel is the largest selling hair oil among young skinny and busy men that com mute in locals to CST on the harbour line

7 If itrsquos your day have armpits on your face- smell them Yeah I know I sound yucky at times 8 Get down at the lsquotask stationrsquo You are out of vacuum now Smell oxygen Yes it has a smell Do smell it It is about to get extinct in the natural form 9 Go to slums for field work Smell garbage again Also hear the tales of people getting numb to those odours Get shocked 10 Eat and have tea with budding politicians Smell food If you have a slightly more devel oped sense of smell Gandhi on the 500 note will also give you something to smell 11 Come back to the room Wash your face Smell some dettol 12 You have room partners with crazy eating habits smell sulphides and nitrates 13 They have slept now Therersquos only the dilute smell from the dumping ground at your east for your nose Smell it you donrsquot have a choice 14 You are tired Sleep Smell peace

By - Shubham

SMELL SMELL

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

t

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

opinionsfeedbacks

Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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SilentLucidityHow could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of

simultaneous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

Ms Archana NKMSW 1st Year

Thank you Pramod Muthalik Your outcry at the appalling westernisation of the Bharatiya Nari really saved our Sabhyata You noble self appointed guardians of our Indian culture decided to undertake this herculean task of controlling us since our modern upbringing is clearly not conducive to the expected embracing of the lsquoide-al Indian womanrsquo status Storming those west-ern representations of a daru joint and physically abusing those lsquoimmoralrsquo women was totally justified given the danger of their degeneration Our hero How could we ever think of encroaching upon a manrsquos territory entering places that serve alcohol to consume and worst of all enjoy it instead of being there solely for the purpose of simultane-ous entertainment by displaying our bodies while you ogle drunkenly Such a shame for us that we canrsquot respect those boundaries anymore

The incident in January last year sparked wide-spread questioning of the statersquos role in the protection of women and the imposition of these established moral codes It did not stop at Mangalore violence against women was mani-fested in incidents all over Bangalore Women were being attacked while travelling if they were wearing western clothes and pepper spray sales automatically went up We began to conscious-ly think about what it means to be a woman in a lsquoliberatedrsquo lsquomodernrsquo welfare state It made us rethink our means of defending our spaces in a society that chokes us with fumes of gender inequity How do we begin conceptualising what it means to be a woman What it means to be the lsquootherrsquo what it means to be the second sex what it means to be a mere afterthought It begins with fear and a lengthy list of donrsquots

The distinction is made from those innocent child-hood days when we are constantly protected and supervised No staying out late no going to the neighbourrsquos house unattended no clothes that expose your legs or shoulders too much no excessive physical contact nothing that makes you vulnerable nothing that courts attention Lay low Stay invisible Fear is a concept we grasp from the very beginning A mere walk down the street is rarely free of heightened consciousness of our surroundings Yoursquore taught to be suspicious To constantly keep an eye if yoursquore being followed or noticed lsquoKeep your wits about yoursquo

I was walking down the street one afternoon when I woke up to the reality of how our physical selves are perceived I200 pm age 13 broad daylight residen-tial area (colony of row houses to be precise) I was just about to walk into my house when I felt a strange unpleasant sensation I turned around and there he was a youngish boy who facilitated the aforemen-tioned awakening He had pinched my ass smirked and walked off with this air of confidence that I would not react I did not I was paralysed momentarily be-cause I was firstly trying to comprehend what just happened moreover I had nothing to throw at him and he walked away before any stimulus responded

I walked into my house and detailed the incident to my father who happened to be home His reaction kicked mine in The youngish violator was still stroll-ing up the road whistling when we got out of our compound He was beaten senseless in front of my eyes and he quivered begging us for mercy Hatred welled up inside me and I smirked just the way he had minutes ago I looked straight into his eyes I was awake now

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

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pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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What if my father had not been there at that pre-cise point to defend me in that masculine fashion I would have been consumed with that sick feel-ing of helplessness that we women face on an al-most daily basis in covert or overt terms The lay-ers of harassment run deep the perpetuation of patriarchy is insidious all pervasive Patriarchy is so carefully woven into the fabric of our exis-tence that though we trod carefully we are not really aware till few threads come loose Repres-sion silence prescribed roles moral policing con-stricted movement choked thought what else can associate more Assertions of space and self go unheard We are walking on a tight rope here

Bodies are a burden You have lecturers who de-liver speeches to your chest opportunistic bus conductors who push against you as if by mistake and policemen who think they are doing their job my giving you a lsquoreassuring patrsquo on your thigh The nature of these subtle sexual infringements are of-fensive and they all produce that sick feeling but how much can you protest You learn to ignore it and live with it We are biologically disadvantaged they say hence we must abide by their rules I had to shift from a certain colony because I stood up to a neighbour who verbally threatened my sister be-cause her friends were making noise talking to her at the gate This man turned out to be some ma-fia connected sort for my good fortune My voice that night was real was loud and challenging and enough to shake that 6 ft burly manrsquos balance I was able to stand my ground but we had to move out of the colony The neighbours recommended it

This is the reality of our society yoursquore taught to avoid confrontation and submit because if you donrsquot physical violence is inevitable and the on-lookers will not support a rebel they are silent con-tributors to the conspiracy Assertions are quickly subdued by the omnipresent masculine definitions of a womanrsquos place in society Non-conformists are lsquoasking for itrsquo Is equality a concept we can ever relate to in the gender sphere Quell dissent crush momentum maintain the humid climate of ignorance and divert a thinking mind Agenda easy enough to achieve after all they have his-tory to turn to for support Gender constructs have divided society and ironically marginalised a majority (population wise that is)

Men are insecure The increasing awareness that education interpretation and a deeper analysis of our prescribed roles has led to assertive claims of identity space and representation resulting in an unsettling of conventional social order-ing that they are naturally not too comfortable with Power dynamics are being questioned The context I am referring to is not a political sphere God knows those women began lsquobra burningrsquo and caused shifts of a magnitude that has allowed us lesser heroes to begin questioning on basic social level I am talking of questioning of mundane routine relationships that seem to now acquire a new meaning and unfold dimensions distasteful enough for you to often reject them out rightly

Construction material companies display pic-tures of scantily clad voluptuous women who ad-vertise for their products Pray tell me the connec-tion between breasts and cement production Nothing is more convincing than a womanrsquos seductive beckoning of consumer purchasing power Objectification and body politics men are inherently incapable of controlling sexual urges (due to varied levels of fixation Freud would say) hence it is imperative for women the lsquoweaker sexrsquo to be appropriately attired Channelling their sexual urges in a social-ly acceptable manner is out of the question Pornography sells like hot cakes Other than the evident enjoyment of viewing women na-ked they find pleasure in witnessing private sexual expressions of unknown women com-pletely undermining the sanctity of a man and womanrsquos physical union The celebrated union is thus reduced to another reality show status

Men are allowed to whistle eve tease and letch and we are blamed if these lsquoharm-lessrsquo expressions get a little lsquoout of handrsquo She asked for it theyrsquod say Neighbourhood aunties would whisper in that self righteous way ldquoIt was bound to happenrsquo their resignation to this patriarchal projection of morality is pathetic These lsquoBharatiya Narisrsquo perpetuate lsquoidealrsquo quali-ties of submissiveness and invisibility and should be the flag bearers of Indianness

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

t

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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lsquoShe asked for itrsquo was articulated by a man who thinks he is justifying domestic violence The woman instigated him by not adding the right amount submissiveness to the meal that she prepared for him the previous night

Post the Mangalore occurrence there were as I mentioned before several sporadic extensions in Bangalore Women were apparently getting too lsquowesternizedrsquo and getting out of hand Cops have stormed into houses and labelled the women whores if they were wearing anything other than a Bhurka Sari or Churidar It was beyond their comprehension that a woman would be out at an unacceptable time of the night just to spend time A lsquolightrsquo woman is the only type who is allowed to deliver nocturnal services to the male populace This from a constable who in all probability just exploited a Commercial Sex worker in return for a reduction in his hafta fee

Dowry deaths Acid attacks rape forced abortions HIV from a cheating husband Where does it end Where do we begin trying to reform this decayed social environment We cannot change the older generations born out of and into strict patriarchal structures They are a lost cause We must wait wait till we grow in numbers consciousness and confidence We need to surpass anatomy and prehistoric religious norms by attempting to define equality in dimensions beyond economy political representation

A womanrsquos voice at the policy level has been heard Marxian presumptions of economic oppression have been widely discussed Legislations on Domestic Violence and Dowry have been passed women in rural communities have rebelled we have come a long way Three eventful waves later we stand examining our selves feeling the visibility tasting the diminishing resistance to collective voices of dissent listening carefully to hitherto silent screams for help watching the dismantled remains of male dominated spheres and inhaling fumes of our conceptions of promising freedom What do we the women of here and now have to do to contribute to the continuum

Sil

en

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Jeevan MSW 1st Year

As a student of Tata Institute of Social Sciences where lofty ideals values philosophies and ethics are preached during the classes and thought provoking discussions occur I was expecting a lot from the TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections After going through the rules and regulations of the elections that stipulated strict financial caps on campaigning and seeing the professional conduct of the Returning Officers I had hoped that the elections would reflect the discussions that take place in theclassrooms - discussions that also include how politics should be run in the country

After serious thinking on the lines of merit activities done and the personal qualities and values of a candidate I became his proponent for a certain post However with each passing day since then till today two days after results I am yet to come terms with the harsh reality the reality that even elections in this prestigious institute are a mirror reflection of the outside world the reality that issues other than the agenda personality and merit of the candidate determine the candidatersquos eventual success in election the reality that some candidatersquos choice of post and even decision to contest are ultimately not decided by him but by a larger body without whom his success in the election is unsure

It was painful to see otherwise rationale people becoming prey to the politics of identity and eventually voting a candidate solely on the basis of whether they belonged to the same identity or not It was highly disturbing to see a candidate justifying politics of identity eloquently using sophisticated academic knowledge Itrsquos true that identity does not dissolve when one comes to TISS They ought to be respected and the differences between them celebrated But itrsquos bemusing that at TISS they are used to mobilize people at the time of elections and once identity and politics are mixed we have a lethal combination This is evident from the larger political arena in the worldrsquos largest democracy where all major parties create their own identities be it the Shiv Senarsquos cause for the Marathi Manoos the BJPrsquos Hindutva or the DMKrsquos once prominent but now subdued regionalism- where they had insisted for a separate Dravida Naadu( A homeland for the Dravidians)

The polarization in the campus was so depressing during the election campaign The divisions that were simmering and building up under the surface came out in the open Based on the identity of caste a considerable number of people decided whom to campaign for and who should be targeted The team working for my candidate decided that come what may we will not indulge in such politics and stick to politics based on agenda Considerable hours where spent on drafting a deliverable manifesto People were approached on these issues and it was heartening to see that few took them seriously but those people blinded by their identities never bothered to see the merits Worse few even targeted him personally in a malicious campaign trying to make him a scapegoat for a collective decision taken by a student run body against which he had personally expressed his protest and this was one of the many forms of anti-campaigning that took place

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Disclaimer The following two articles are personal views and opinions about the recently concluded Studentrsquos Union (2010-2011) election These are the writers

own views and does not necessarily reflect in any way the opinion of the Returning Officers old andor new Executive Board or the General Body as a whole

THE PAIN AND DREAM OF AN IDEALISTauthorrsquos name missing

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 26: Unmaad 2010

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The deep ndashrooted division in the campus came out openly in the ugly incident one day before the elections A bold group of students anguished by the petty politics in the institute put up post-ers outside the campus with the prior permission of the Returning Officers urging the voters to exercise their franchise through an informed decision and not on the basis of any identity They expressed their protest imaginatively through the attractive slogan- ldquoCast your Vote donrsquot vote for a casterdquo However the schism was so deep that some Social Workers in the Making from TISS interpreted it as a deep insult and viciously tore off the posters and filed complaints to the ROs about the posters and slogans wrote by the students against casteism and regionalism A courageous attempt to question the structures in the campus expectedly evoked a strong response

Such a polarized atmosphere had a decisive impact during the elections Identity politics won decisively while politics based on agenda lost comprehensively The vicious atmosphere was expressed in no uncertain terms by a supporter of such politics who said ldquoHum Casteist hai Hum Jeete hairdquoMy vision of TISS as an institute where people make sincere efforts to overcome their prejudices and try to become individuals driven by decisions with more rationale in it and not by narrow agendas have been shattered into pieces The studentrsquos union posts should be occupied by people from diverse identities but those identities should not be basis on which he or she mobilizes support

I am expressing my anguish against such type of politics By not doing so I fear I would be contrib-uting to the culture of Silence Itrsquos high time that the students at TISS acknowledge this reality- the reality that there are deep divisions in the campus These divisions are getting reinforced with each passing year in the elections and are not healthy for the campus life Some headstrong peo-ple interpret it in terms of Marxism and other ideologies seeing it as a means of political empower-ment and refusing to accept the fact that the Marginalized communities through this process are marginalizing others a classic case of the oppressor becoming the oppressed with the twist that in TISS the communities categorized as not marginalized are not the oppressor It is true that some of those people also have their own prejudices with which they come to the Institute and would rightly be facing serious punishments if they indulge in discrimination But their process of unlearning is seriously hampered by a vicious atmosphere in the campus- an atmosphere where objective criticism of Mr MK Gandhi is easily possible but that of Mr B R Ambedkar can be done only after serious consideration Such an atmosphere only perpetuates the divide It requires bold vision and courage from people on both the sides of the divisions to bridge this divide This is my dream Whether this dream is idealist or not depends on the choices we make as a collective group in the coming years the primary being whether to take the easy way out by living in a state of denial or by acknowledging this reality and tackling it If we take the first choice we might see that the henceforth not so organized group in the campus becoming more organized and capturing power in the elections in the years to come only to be displaced by the current dominant group after some time

This self-sustaining cycle besides leading to intense conflict beyond elections will not create constructive politics in the campus but a disruptive and antagonistic one with serious consequences I hope and pray that the TISSians do not take the easy way out

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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TISS Studentrsquos Union Elections 2010-11- A ReviewShray Mehta Developmental Studies 1st Year

The nomination for the 2010-11 Studentrsquos Union election at TISS saw participation from a variety of academic social and economic backgrounds The candidature for the seven positions of the EB was contested by students from across courses not without some exceptions though The candidate addressal before the election brought out this heterogeneity of ideas agendas and issues Fierce questioning by the general body reflected the attitude of political deliberation on campus a necessary requisite for the development and sustenance of a healthy democracy

One of the important studentsrsquo concerns that came through during the questioning session was on the perceived difference that lies between on campus issues (differential access to facilities in the old and new campus inter campus mobility participation of women in sports financial aid etc ) and off campus issues (affirmative action position of marginalized sections and their access to resources in the societyetc) and the stand of the various candidates on these

The distinction between lsquoonrsquo and lsquooffrsquo campus issues which further led to the distinction between the lsquoneutralrsquo and the lsquopoliticalrsquo stand was formed on the following grounds The lsquoneutralrsquo stand suggested that the arena of student politics in TISS should be limited to the imme-diate issues and problems faced by the students during their association with TISS This stand suffers from a myopic view of the society and negates the social and historical nature of our existence It assumes a universal and homogeneous identity called as lsquoTISSiansrsquo where onersquos gender caste class and socio political affiliations become inconsequential The lsquopoliticalrsquo view on the other hand suggested that these identities continue to matter even during onersquos academic stay at TISS

This brings up for consideration the definition of lsquostudentrsquos politicsrsquo and the role it can play in an insti-tution of the standing as that of TISS The social sciences and the general academic world keeps into consideration the stands that TISS takes on various social and political fronts In view of this i believe that it is of utmost importance that the students politics on campus be more informed and considerate of social realities while formulating itrsquos stands on the issues on campus Further considering the possibility that students after passing out of TISS will engage in politics at various levels it is neces-sary that the campus political experience makes them aware of the larger social issues

An articulation on the lines of the above mentioned differences led to an open appeal by supporters of the lsquoneutralrsquo stance to request the voters and candidates to refrain from lsquopoliticizingrsquo the campus In itself while there was nothing inappropriate with the articulation of this or any other opinion The timing however was objectionable The Code of Conduct enforced by the Returning Officers a day before the elections debars any activities which could influence the decisions or opinions of the voters This called for a disciplinary action which put an unpleasant end to an otherwise healthy and amiable campaigning period

This opinion was re-articulated later in the aftermath of the elections An opinion put forward by a group of students suggested that there was mobilization of vote banks on the lines of caste and gender A look at the election results however reveals that voting for a candidate was not restricted to a particular group The general body participated in large numbers with a healthy 60 voter turn-out

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 28: Unmaad 2010

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Further the margin of winning candidates was reflective of a varied participation and support that could not have been possible only on the lines of caste or gender This is not to deny that opinions lsquowerersquo mobilized on different lines during the elections and votes were cast on differences in opinions These differences however were based on different understandings of the idea of social justice One side of the argument refused to recognize the social context of the candidates and believed that the emphasis of the candidates should be on immediate concerns The other side suggested that along with immediate concerns on needs to recognize that candidates and students are social entities and need to be treated as such and that this also should form a part of students concerns Most of the candidates belonging to the latter category were able to convince the GB about their ability to represent studentsrsquo concerns better and hence were able to win their confidence and votes

This cannot be trivialized just as caste or gender based mobilization Inclusive politics requires the recognition of heterogeneity in the experiences of various identities and creating an environment conducive for representation of these social needs along with representing students concerns effectively The election result spoke in support of this idea of social justice along with the capability and the potential of the elected representatives to serve studentrsquos interests

Here one also needs to mention the allegations that were made against the Cell (for SC ST OBC and PWD students) which is a statutory body The Cell is not a political body and has stayed so during the elections Detractors of progressive politics on campus while making allegations tried to point fingers at this body too and doubted its neutral stand In this context one is reminded of an argument discussed during the General Body Deliberations of the CRC which was regarding the reactions that the people would have in case some seats were to be reserved in the EB for the disadvantaged groups One opinion was that there should not be any reservations as all the earnest steps taken by the people in the EB occupying reserved seats would invariably be seen as prejudiced The allegations against the Cell are of the same nature The contestants who also happen to be members of the Cell by default were targeted and criticized for apparently hav-ing summoned the support of the Cell The victory of these candidates is the victory of progressive politics on campus and needs to be carried forward with full force

Having said that the student body also needs to extend the idea of inclusion to other sections on campus and pro actively work with long standing issues like the inclusion of research scholars into the Union Further the nominal representation of women in the present (and last yearrsquos EB) is reflective of the larger absence of women in social spheres like politics sports etc on the cam-pus We as the TISS community need to create an atmosphere of political deliberations whereby womenrsquos presence and meaningful participation is on equitable terms

opinionsfeedbacks

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 29: Unmaad 2010

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Interdisciplinary Action For Better Implementation

Ms Achala GuptaMSW 1st Year

ABSTRACTThe change in dark can only be seen when there is the lamp in my house we all take the excuse from the future that the new has not yet born Over the period of time concepts change so do theories and then the practice of that theory This new era is be-coming more and more transparent for this success the award goes to the interdisciplin-ary actions against the problems And so in this way NGO media journalism partnership is needed for several reasons This article is an attempt to set out a perspective that will critically analyse the whole gambit of NGOs its role in the development of the human lives

INTRODUCTIONNGOs are generally defined as autonomous non-profit and non-partypolitically-unaffiliated orga-nizations that advance a particular cause or set of causes in the public interest The rangeof causes on which an NGO can focus is unlimited but a cardinal principle is that NGOs operate in a man-ner consistent with the objectives for which they receive funds Donations are an NGOrsquos lifeline be-cause they are independent organizations Fund-ing can come from governments private trusts and philanthropies individual donations religious institutions and in many cases other NGOs

NGOs can contribute to democracy through chal-lenging governments and promoting social inter-ests but they themselves do not carry democratic accountability especially when decisions are taken by the elite class on behalf of sub-stantially marginalised section of soci-ety Meanwhile criticism of human rights NGO is often dismissed as an attack on thevalues of human rights themselves ex Recently found the death question of 26 kids in an NGO for mentally challenged

In the minds of the common mass the NGO is the sector of high importance in the sense that it is the helping hand for the people in need obvi-ously so do the media in case of any informa-tion that needs to be known by the people in the larger context Its power can be understood if something happens in one part of the world the reactions can be seen from the faraway places

Through the amalgamation of the two heads of its own kind the people will get the main benefit and these types of models can also be practiced by the local mass more than that the problems of the mass which the people consider their fate can be made into the favour of oppressed one which eventually reduces the gap between human being in the countries where embellished cloth covers the facts and hard reality of the human lives

THE GROWING INFLUENCE OF NGOsIn recent years thousands of ldquonon-governmental organizationsrdquo (NGOs) have been formed with the goal of influencing policy decisions and shap-ing global political perspectives on issues ranging from humanitarian law to protecting the environ-ment Human right NGOs have become the most powerful and well-funded members of this large community Through relentless campaigning Amnesty International Human Rights Watch and the Ford Foundation alongside thousands of much smaller organizations have succeeded in gain-ing immense power in placing human rights issues - as they interpret them - high on governmental agendas

The UN and related international organizations governments the international media and the aca-demic community consult daily with NGOs with a view to incorporating their reports into policy Am-nestyrsquos campaign for Soviet prisoners of conscience was so influential that President Gorbachev invited representatives from Amnesty to visit Moscow to discuss reforming the Soviet Union

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 30: Unmaad 2010

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In all the nations there are three sets of NGOs

1 First are those highly famed organisations who have some vision in their minds andhelp the ldquo third and fourth world nationsrdquo to improve their status And in most of thecases the local issues and the causes are never sorted out but the symptoms arecorrected

2 NGOs who work at national level and these are the one try to launch the schemes of their goals and aims not necessary to the geographical cultural difference especiallyin the nation like India where the diversity is huge and likeliness is the minimum

3 The third is the grass root level NGOs most of them are formed by the frustra-tion of an individual against her violation of rights and most of the times these actually self driven NGOs fall in the pocket of village level politicians and people who advocatesthe development

CONCLUSIONNGOs are the human medical box which is expected to have different tools for differentproblems But I believe before starting with all the aspects of development one need to really rationalise what the development is at first place Every nation in this world has significance of its own the working pattern of NGO must be participatory and democratic which not only empowers the beneficiaries to know their rights but also give space to practice what is being taught

THE IDEA OF NGO MEDIA PARTNERSHIPS

1 For the NGOs working in the same sectors must come together so that the effective plans can be implemented as the NGO working for kids can work with other NGOcaters the need of youth and their rehabilitation and so on

2 Any problem in this world cannot occur and grows in isolation So the holistic approach to the problem would in fact help the individual to be empowered

3 Another facet of importance is that of expansion of the roles by NGOs The related issues on which NGO is working cannot be ignored because the prob-lem never exits in isolation For instance one personrsquos headache can be cured by a tablet but for the time being the cause of that headache is there the tablet can never be the empowering solution of the problem

ENSURING ACCOUNTABILITY OF NGOs THROUGH MEDIA PARTICIPATIONThe problem of not fulfilling the aim can be expected to grow unless the accountability demanded from NGOs is increased significantly including closer scrutiny by the press and by funding organizations These NGOsrsquo supposedly non-political nature and adherence to ldquouniversal human rights principlesrdquo have bequeathed them a ldquohalo effectrdquo against criticism and scrutiny It is for this reason that their success in setting the global agenda has been so powerful Unchecked authority has allowed several groups to blur the distinction between advanc-ing universal human rights and promoting narrow ideo-logical and political causes The combination of perceived impartiality their grassroots nature and noble aims have granted NGOs immense moral authority

As a result the need for independent external exami-nation of humanitarian NGOs has become apparent especially given their inherent absence of democratic accountability and the lack of capacity in funding orga-nizations to monitor and evaluate the activities they support Initiatives such as NGO Monitor can provide the foundation necessary in order to strengthen transparency accountability and moral balance

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 31: Unmaad 2010

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Come monsoon and there is a sudden burst of trekking activity No wonder then when our like minded office colleagues sharing a similar taste of adventure and danger decided to target Raigad Fort Getting up early has always been my weak spot and this trek required us to depart at 430 am This called for some serious strategic planning and as a result of that I went to bed surrounded by electronic gadgets (mobile and alarm clocks) located and set at strategic distances and time This planning paid rich dividends and I found myself at the place of departure at 430 am Unfortunately the 4 wheeled instrument of transport did not appear in site till over an hour of wait It was quite obvious that the driver had done no strategic planning As the bus hit the highway 90 minutes behind schedule our sleepy minds had already forgotten the delay and we all looked forward to an exciting trip ahead

As the bus sped through the rain we could only stare in wonder and awe at the beauty mother nature unfolded to us with every passing mile Having stopped for breakfast and tea we reached the foothills of Raigad fort by midday Quickly changing into trekking gear we put our first step towards the steep climb with full vigour and enthusiasm Unlike my previous trek (to Lohagad fort) the path to Raigad fort is made up of steps which made the climb easier or so I thought Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth I could not help feel the beauty around me The lush green mountainside with numerous waterfalls was a sight to behold and as I focused on my feelings I found myself more in control of my breath Slowly I started my climb

The view only got better with the climb and halfway through there was the luxury of a massage courtesy a waterfall Rejuvenated with energy zeal and enthusiasm our team finally reached the summit after al-most 2 12 hours of climb The smiles on everyonersquos face on reaching the top said it all The youngest to the oldest member of the team all drank in their successful climb among sips of tea and walking among the clouds Having savoured the moment and etched it eternally in the memories of our mind we began descent to have food and return back home On the long road journey back I thought the climb gave a significant message about life

In life we all have hurdles to cross and mountains to climb The process of success in life is very similar to the process employed to reach the summit of a mountain We have to be mindful of every step we take lest we slip and fall We have to be totally focused in the present moment with full concentration One cannot have past thoughts or future concerns overwhelm us We have to be consciously aware of our body and pay heed to the signals they provide so that they help space our journey appropriately

We all did this to varying degrees and at varying levels of consciousness and hence we all reached the summit of the mountain These simple steps will enable the beauty of life to unfold before us the same way mother nature unfolded her beauty to us during the climb Naturersquos intelligence functions with effortless ease hellipwith carefreeness harmony and love And when we harness the forces of harmony joy and love we create success and good fortune with effortless ease

The Trek

Dr K MukherjeeAssociate ProfessorSchool of Health System Studies

Used to horizontal steps a few dozen vertical steps clearly brought a drastic change in thinking thanks to my audible heart beat and funny moans on the knee Halting to catch my breadth

I could not help feel the beauty around me

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 32: Unmaad 2010

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The Riot-Control VehicleShubham

I studied a bit about mechanical objects at a stage in my life Automobiles were one of them So whenever I see a different vehicle I kind of observe it I am not very good at identifying the nuances of the functional peculiarities but I do understand a bit of the things that even the blind can see as they sometimes put up pretty rudely in Hindi

I live in Baroda a city that was struck by commu-nal violence a few years back And the area where I live is just a stonersquos throw away from the lsquoepicen-terrsquo I didnrsquot know that Irsquod use the term for any-thing except the quakes Whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis early morning or from a late night meeting with friends I prefer to take the other route which comes through a place called lsquoPani Gatersquo Now this is the spot that became friends with burning tires and shattered pieces of broken glass for quite some time Even today on that very monument sort of structure somewhere amidst the spit marks of red beetle juice -the favorite graffiti of the tobacco addict- I see black patches reminding me of the color of de-struction and inhuman atrocities

Sometimes during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallsrsquo moments I think about the wall-less but lsquobollywoodishrsquo child that must have grown up watching all this real life action I think about the vehicles that he would have graduated to He must have started with a cradle obviously not the one with eye-catching toys made of PVC fighting for space over a multicolored iron bar but the cradle actually being a swing tied between two bam-boo sticks or between other things the poor can discover for amusing their children By the way if you donrsquot consider the cradle a vehicle you would never find the chauffeur so nice to you in your en-tire lifetime

I donrsquot think he wouldrsquove had good times watching other vehicles I mean what wouldrsquove he learnt from old bicycles with twisted paddles or from hand-driven Lorries or from overcrowded auto rickshaws running on lsquopersonally clinically treatedrsquo fuel or from all sort of awkward vehicles carrying things that doesnrsquot interest him

But like every bollywoodish kid he mustrsquove been an action movie fan Hersquod be loving those police vans which would come every once in a while wake everyone up on the street with the screeching sound of their tires and red revolving light on the top and take all the bad men away in rusty shackles

Irsquom not really fond of violence but somehow it fascinates me And so whenever I return from a refreshing session of table tennis or from a late night meting with friends I feel very close to that kid I feel like that curious kid every time I spot that lsquoRiot-Control Vehiclersquo at Pani Gate The only major difference between a police van and that Riot Control Vehicle is the color It is colored silver Quite a strange choice to fight the lsquoblackrsquo isnrsquot it I hope it always manages to calm down the lsquosaffronrsquo and the lsquogreenrsquo as well And I hope that it doesnrsquot favor one of them either

Well when that kid wouldrsquove seen a grill all around the windows on that moving giant he mustrsquove thought- why had the maker put small little holes on those grills And like the way I learn things by observing he would have found that gun barrels come out of them occasionally when all the good people he knows in the neigh-borhood and elsewhere go crazy And when the lsquosilverrsquo strikes gold a few of the crazy people go crazier and then finally die The cops behind the grills listen to something on their heavy black colored telephones utter a few bad words pray to their respective Gods and then either fire a few bullets or drive away uttering some more bad words Not that they are bad people either

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 33: Unmaad 2010

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I liked watching special purpose vehicles in the kind of Hollywood movies I used to watch earlier I wish that the purpose for the vehicle that I am talking about didnrsquot exist But therersquos something that I would like to mention One of my good friends told me that thing when I said that there shouldnrsquot be weapons and wars on earth He said ldquoSome of the things were here when man took this planet They will always berdquo

When I started noticing vehicles I had a wish- a wish to own an SUV which would suffice my love for being adventurous at times A few years later I realized that like all the fat people in the world it drinks too much and runs millimeters So I changed my mind and started thinking about a vehicle that wouldnrsquot murder my mother earth much and would suffice that love I havenrsquot found any that fascinated me the same way

A few of them still catch my senses and give me something to think about during my lsquostaring-at-the-wallrsquo moments I still have a corner for the SUVrsquos But now I drop my lower jaw only when I see something like the governmentrsquos RCV The RIOT CONTROL VEHICLE The other route to my house has become a regular one It keeps the curious kid inside me alive Very alive

To The ReservoirArchana NKMSW 1st Year

We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age

this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike

A much awaited impluse saw the six of us hop onto the localest of local buses The back breaking neck twisting variety that is We didnt care I for one liked it this way There was so much to see Take the couple next to us ldquoBacche sab hai kyardquo said the mother to the father Six kids were already stuffed in the tiny air pockets between seat num-ber 34 35 and 36 The mother presently wheeled around to be sure because the ticket collector was swaying towards us leather bag whacking every alternate aisle seated person Three more were screeching two seats away I doubt Mr and Mrs Faizullah would have noticed an obvious drop in numbers( i have a habit of bestowing names upon people by virtue of their looking like a name these were clearly Faizullahs there was no mistake) they seemed exhausted and fell instantly asleep the kids entertained themselves at the expense of my local bus slumber Bump bump bump off went the lights and Kerouacrsquos account of New Orleans Tull took over with his reasons for waiting

We stopped near an optical illusion water tank I spent the whole stop being fascinated we thus began the Hampi way of life I almost broke my neck by Hospet but here we were

Finally Nips Tang and Cynthia decided to dress up for the occasion so Mr Malepoo made lsquogood early morn-ing businessrsquo and smiled cheshirecatish till he was out of view Teacoffeejuice centre restored us Two auto guys insisted on taking the lot of us to lsquoHappy Hampirsquo Sure if you put it that-a-way Off we went whizzing past Shimoga memories that abruptly dissolved when the magnificent rock formations came into view

It was unimaginable that life existed beyond those gigantic boulders let alone a rich kingdom that flour-ished most part of the 15th century We seemed to have gone back in time waaaaaaaay back in time I half expected a dinosaurrsquos head to appear amongst the topmost boulders to confirm the sudden advent of the stone age this hot saturday morning I just gazed feeling rather antlike Ruins begain to slowly reveal themselves in tiny arches at first and in pillars and larger structures a little later on Just as we turned a corner a huge gateway temple and Ganesha statue Eyes widened lsquoHappy Hampirsquo had arrived Virupak-sha templersquos bovine devotees peacock feather-laden babas smiling at you broadly saying ldquophotordquo hustle bustle bazaar morning the sound of faith the smell of rituals kumkum and teertham the sweet aftertaste of disconnecting from everything that was before now

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 34: Unmaad 2010

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I breathed in every little detail and drifted into my own world of magnified sensations Hot bajis shanti bakeryrsquos pscyhedelia flavoured pancakes pachydermrsquos soapy firang-given bath minty mint tea ) snake charmer soundtrack tumble down to five rupee boat ride On the other side we found suitable huts at Gopirsquos and spiraled into oblivion Few hours later we decided to explore ldquoTo the res-ervoirrdquo screamed nips out of the blue pointing towards some general direction with her Dharmas-thala flute Fair enough Super xls were sourced I went crazy on the road where the reservoir water almost touches your shoulder reassuringly on one side and the steep drop watches you menacingly on the other The magnetic blue curls around every turn henceforth There seemed to be not a soul in the world but me and that blue i felt this inexpli-cable urge to ride into and sink happily into eter-nity Sounds rather suicidal but it was a wonder-ful feeling We just rode and rode and rode There were tiny inhabited spaces here and there with the usual bunch of eight boys and two girls who run behind your bike expecting school pens or mon-ey but mostly it was those fascinating hypnotic rock formations that i couldnt take my eyes off

Time didnt just stop here it took you back few eras and paused At Pampa sarovar i felt like taking off my footwear and taking a stroll on the lotus leaves We then decided to climb five hundred and something steps We huffed and puffed after 342 but the geri-atric lot amidst us effortlessly walked up Respect The huffing and puffing was worth the view Hampi now became a puzzle i could take apart any given second Paddy field pieces here rock pieces there and i could start over and create something new

Pita with humus was our staple diet owing to the excessive Israeli inhabitation in these parts All the shacks have beddings all over the place and you can just gaze at paddy fields sip on hot beer and fall asleep Nightfall brings you shooting stars and fire-flies Its magical Bloody magical A whole field of fireflies dancing to tunes be it a flute solo flamen-co or marley One afternoon we spent surveying all that was left behind of the Vijaynagar dynasty The hindu-islam mix architecture was rather queer but spellbinding nevertheless The sisters and i spent a lot of time at Vittala temple At three seperate cor-ners we listened closely to see if our ancestors had something to say

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia somehow Or i have an active imagination Every site i could imagine bustling with life At this spot a temple dancer in a parrot green pattu cheera practising her steps before she gave her daily performance over there two fat courtiers chewing areca nuts engaged in an animated conversation about state affairs an elephantrsquos trumpet in the distance to announce the kingrsquos arrival We had to be back at the river bank be-fore six Fireflies and shooting stars awaited me in the real world So surreal everything was I needed more time i was getting rather addicted to this way of living Caught in some strange time zone far from anything remotely familiar Magical fairytale like ex-periences needed to be postponed a while longer but reality is such a persistent annoying gigantic mos-quito that buzzes incessantly in your ears and how-ever much you try to smash it anticipating the sheer joy of those scattered limbs in your palms you JUST CANNOT Sigh I know where i am going back next time the escapist in me sounds the monthly alarm

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 35: Unmaad 2010

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TAPOSHKoyelGlobalization and Labour 2nd Year

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy being an observer when all the walls are made of glass

Taposhda had called me to a coffee shop in the mid-dle of nowhereldquoHullo Sandip how are you There is an atrocious structure that has come up in- Come there at three we shall mock it togetherrdquo That was his style abrupt unexpected and assured

I was surprised to hear from him after so long The last I had seen of him was in college an eccentric se-nior given to sporadic flashes of brilliance We were in the same department but it wasnrsquot until the last term of his final year that we spoke He came up to me in the library put his feet up on a chair and asked me what I thought of Godot

ldquoIt defines my life you knowrdquo he said not waiting for a reply ldquoCome to the window I want to smokerdquo I had complied because he clearly expected me to From Godot he went on to air his opinions on televi-sion street lights and public transport ldquoOh Irsquom out of smokes See you around Irsquom Taposhrdquo That was it He left as abruptly as he had entered and from that day on he seemed to lay a sort of claim on me It wasnrsquot exactly a friendship it was more of a symbiotic relationship that we had He liked bounc-ing ideas off me he said because I was such a good listener On my part I liked him and the shape my thoughts took after every session with him

Taposhda graduated with top honours and disap-peared off the scene Some said he had gone off to study theatre in London others claimed he was on a tour of the country I would get an occasional cryptic message from him on my phone or sometimes via email lsquoI am looking for my Mountain of the Moonrsquo said one lsquoWhat do you think of education Does it make sense to get another degreersquo asked another In a few years even those messages stopped There was no way of getting in touch with him wherever he was he evidently did not have a phone of his own nor did he ever reply to an email I finished my gradu-ation and then my post-graduation and Taposhda faded to a memory

Imagine my surprise then when my phone beeped that day and I read his message Typically of him it was unsigned However as nobody else called me Sandip (with good reason for Sandip was not my name) I knew at once it was him I debated my reply for I was at the other end of nowhere and with a disposable income that van-ished sooner than I could make it meet my ends It was Taposhda however and I hadnrsquot seen him in four years So there I was sitting in a glass house drinking filter coffee and waiting for him to arrive

He was late even by his standards I was one of three patrons each sitting at a round mahogany table watching people outside It is not easy be-ing an observer when all the walls are made of glass For every person I fixed my eyes on three others turned to look at me I was surprised at how crowded it was Each plane of the hexagonal struc-ture was obscured by the people who constantly moved to and fro outside of it Growing slightly claustrophobic I decided to train my eyes on the ceiling also made of glass but thankfully free of motion It didnrsquot really help I felt those eyes con-tinue to bore into me

The staff seemed impervious to the heightened visibility They were all impeccably dressed and courteous to the point of being obsequious One of them now came towards me with my sixth coffee in an exquisite cup made of bone china I looked at it nervously as he lowered it off the tray onto the table Do you have anything that is less easy to break I wanted to ask but he smiled said enjoy your coffee and gracefully walked away Rather on the edge because of the eyes Taposhda and all that caffeine in me I jerked the coffee clumsily and nearly dropped the saucer For no reason that I could fathom my cheeks grew hot and I surrepti-tiously looked around to see if my awkwardness had been spotted

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 36: Unmaad 2010

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The waiters were at their stations polishing other elegant cups and my fellow coffee drinkers did not look my way I was about to sigh with relief when my eyes shot to the wall on my right A little girl with strag-gly brown hair stood grinning her feet apart and her hands on her waist I recognised her she had offered to sell me a pen with a torch ten rupees only as I came inldquoSandiprdquo came a voice just as I was about to push back my chair and leave that horrible place It was Taposhda and four years or not I was furious with him

ldquoWhat kind of a place is this ldquoI began

ldquoI know Delightful isnrsquot itrdquo He chuckled as he slid into a chair and looked expectant-ly at me I looked at him incredulously and pointedly shifted my coat to my other armldquoYoursquore wearing woollens Is it winter No wonder my feet feel coldrdquo

We both looked at his feet Taposhda was wear-ing a dhoti in peak winter I laughed and sat down again It was Taposhda what did one expectldquoAre you having that coffee Thanks I donrsquot mind onerdquo He pulled out a biscuit from the pocket of his shirt and looked at me His smile was warm and as I watched him drink from that exqui-site cup I ran my eyes over him He looked much older than when I last saw him and I told him so ldquoWiser too do you thinkrdquo He asked and pulled out a pipe ldquoThis is how I burn my tobac-co now Much more aesthetic donrsquot you thinkrdquoldquoI like the concept of a pipe more than the execution of the conceptrdquo I said

ldquoTrue truerdquo he nodded absently as he held it between his teeth We sat in silence for a while I was never much of a talker and Taposhda seemed busy admiring his smoke rings Suddenly he sat upldquoThree hundred people died yesterdayrdquo He said and lapsed back into a brief silence ldquoIf a bomb went off right now what do you think will happenrdquo he asked ldquoWhat kind of an answer are you looking forrdquo I returned

ldquoI donrsquot knowrdquo He cried This was an unfamiliar Taposhda The one of old never said I donrsquot know and never looked anxious or uncertain ldquoWhat have you been doingrdquo he asked abruptly in a customary way jumping from one topic to another

ldquoPlayingrdquo I replied ldquoStill trying to make sense of my education Working a job as I wait for my eure-ka momentrdquo ldquoAh I never did get another degree you know My papers will always say-Taposh BA (Honours) only TravellerrdquoldquoThatrsquos exactly what I am That is all that I amrdquo He said this with some violenceldquoAfter my graduation I decided I needed the big-ger picture and hopped onto a train Irsquove been ev-erywhere since then but what sense have I made of anything I canrsquot seem to get off that train What use am Irdquo

ldquoSandip if a bomb were to go off right this min-ute if six bombs were to go off right this min-ute can you imagine what will happen The blast will take place outside We will see the flames we will see the dead and because it has all hap-pened before we will go on drinking coffee We will crook our fingers around the stems of these ridiculous cups and make ridiculous small talk We will occasionally glance outside casual eyes will move from one writhing figure to another And then we will look at our coffee and discuss its origin Or perhaps we will push back our chairs in fright and run outside to help We will ferry a few bloodied men and women to hospitals but in ef-fect we go on drinking our coffee This ridiculous glass house my dear Sandip is an exaggeration of many things You and I we are on the insiderdquoI scratched my head On my right the girl with the straggly hair was back She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the finger My jaw dropped openTaposh jumped up and my eyes swivelled back to him I have to go pee he said and disappeared That was the last I saw of him Two days later I received a short note Sorry I for-got I left you waiting it said I ran into Collector Cama on the way and he had something new for me I am not a bleeding heart liberal What do you think of Godot What did I think of Godot I wasnrsquot sure now and I wasnrsquot sure all those years back either whether he wanted my thoughts on the play or the character It didnrsquot matter because we were never to contin-ue that conversation

Some months later my door bell rang I was in the middle of a project and let it ring a second time before I went to answer it It was the postman

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 37: Unmaad 2010

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Taposh was right beyond a point we just go on drinking our coffee And now instinct told me Taposh was dead It is hard to substantiate the certainty I felt I had no occasion to believe that the brilliant if eccentric student would take to arms to express his reaction to the circumstances that existed around him

I try to imagine what it must have been like Some-one would have kept a gun in front of him A toy gun that merely asked a question Would you use me to force away a world that is clawing away at everything you believe in Taposh would pause and remember all those places he had been to an impotent traveller of ideas He would come to a sudden decision laugh and edit his bio data to read- Taposh BA (Honours) Violent traveller only And then he would ask them what they thought of Godot

What plans would they have had for him How did he feel when he first pulled the trigger Why did he have his diary sent to me I couldnrsquot bring myself to read it not as yet I kept trying to reconcile the dhoti-clad curly haired young man who had aged in the four years since he left college to the nameless five who were squeezed in between articles on the Ambani brothers and Bt Brinjal

Unbidden my thoughts turned to that little girl who sold pens and looked into glass houses to give coffee drinkers the finger They were both outsid-ers even though Taposh was by default inside

In the brief moment before his death did he feel he had finally got off the train Would that little girl give him the finger too

Slowly I reached for the notebook and turning to the first page I began to read

ldquoI have a package for Sandip Madam D 463rdquoI stared at him Taposhda againldquoThat would be for merdquo I saidldquoBut Madam it says SandiprdquoldquoYes the person who sent it is madrdquo The postman remained suspicious but there was little he could do the addresses matched even if the gender didnrsquot I took the parcel and felt for its contents This was a little out of our usual method of communication Or rather his method of reaching meThere was a note inside and an old diary I recog-nized from his college days

My Dear SandipIf you are reading this it means I have succumbed to the foolish thought of finishing our conversations through a letter It doesnrsquot matter that this is not the library or even that hideous coffee shop our pattern remains the same I talk I ramble and you listen I leave every such conversation with a new idea in my head my jumbled thoughts organising into some form of coherence I am not going to thank you for that I am sure my august company must have more than compensated for any hardships thus endured This is my diary Oh that sentence was a joke by the way I have many diaries but this one will best serve our purpose Read it if you will I found my Mountain of the Moon

Taposh

PS- I withdraw my statement about the aesthetic appeal of the pipe Nothing beats the raw beauty of a beedi

I re-opened the newspaper before I opened his diary One of the first few pages had a small article about five dead Naxals The reporter did not name them by now nobody cared to know

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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The Butterflies Of Our TimesSouvik MazumdarHRM amp LR 1st Year

ldquoAnd when all wars are done a butterfly will still be beautifulAnd when all buildings are razed the sky will still be blue

And when all smiles are killed the wind will still blowAnd when everybody is dead my wordsrdquo

Dear Diary

I fall short of words again You know whatrsquos funny this seems to have become a regular feature and I call myself a poet I do nothing but propagate clicheacutesrsquo with banal rhetoric I am tired

Today Athiya finally reached Lahore I am so relieved She is such a delicate soul Why would anybody want to harm her She has nothing to do with the madness that is brewing around around her She is so far away from these base figments of the so called ldquorealrdquo life

lsquoHer eyes are actually small but big enoughBig enough to see yourself in them

Her eyes ask you questionsQuestions to which you have no answersAnswers which stir your inner playful self

Your inner playful self whichrsquo

Damn I canrsquot do it no matter how hard I try I guess free verse is not my cup of tea That reminds me today while i was escorting Athiya to the railway station she asked me a very poignant question

ldquoAbhay are you sure that Lahore will be safe for merdquo she askedldquoYes thatrsquos where all your relatives are There are so many people to take care of you thererdquo I saidldquoBut they will call me a Kafir there I am not a Kafir I believe in the message of Allah with my whole heartrdquo she said quite vehemently

ldquoYes you do dear but dont bother about what people say Nowdays nobody knows what heshe is saying There is chaos all around You just need to hold on Believe in yourself The madness around you will try to pin you down at evry juncture of life You just need to hang in thererdquo said I

Athiya gazed at the sky for a few seconds and then asked ldquoAbhay where does this madness begin and where does it endrdquo

I had no answer to this question of herrsquos Where did the madness begin I dont know maybe when a few people decided to come up witha two nation theory or maybe when it was concluded that Hinduism and Islam are actually two nations and not the manifestations of the same god I guess this madness began when a few people decided that dividng two nations dividing the hearts of people and dividing the senti-ments of millions is as easy as constructing backyard fences Where did this madness begin Athiya herself dosenrsquot know how silly and yet how profound her question is

And yes where does it end I have no answers for that too Ten years ago when I had joined the movement I was a starry eyed 19 year old who believed that freedom was a birth right I had a dream a dream where I had my flag my anthem my people and my nation

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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Page 39: Unmaad 2010

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I had a dream a dream where my country would finally have its rightful place on tyhe world map I had a dream of witnessing a sunset which would herald a new beginning in the history of my nation I had a dream where the tri colour would be fluttering high up and we would finally be able to say ldquoI am proud to be an Indianrdquo Yes yes I know that all my dreams have been fulfilled We are now free from colonial tyranny and racial oppression We are a nation now But

ldquoThe blood the carnage the deaths the tearsIs this the dream I had seen

The orphans the widows the homeless the diseasedIs this the dream I had seen

The cries of mothers the wails of childrenIs this the dream I had seen

The hatred the malice the animosity the chaosIs this the dream I had seenrdquo

Dreams die Yes that is what i have learnt Now I see my dream gradually decaying into a mass of meaning-less illusions Dreams change nothing poetry changes nothing I change nothing The wars will continue the madness will never cease chaos will always reign supreme and Athiyarsquos question will always remain unanswered

Athiya she is the last gleaming hope of my life Thankfully she is in Lahore now and she is safe Why i got attached to a 7 year old who had lost all her family I would never know One night ldquostrange men came and killed everybodyrdquo she loved She escaped alive because she was hiding in the closet She says i gave her a new lease of life I say she gave me hope Hope to fight again hope to believe again Her innocence has become the fuel of my life Today when I saw her off she was waving her little hands from the windows the Lahore Jallandhar Express She has made my will stronger You know what I was wrong

Dreams donrsquot die They just re invent themselves time and time again freedom was the dream that we had seen Now a prosperous India is the vision capturing our vision This insanity will change nothing because

ldquoWhen a buliding is razed itrsquos time to clear the rubbleWhen a door is closed itrsquos time to find a open oneWhen a smile is wiped itrsquos time to find new mirth

When a leaf is plucked itrsquos time to grow a new plantWhen a dream is shattered itrsquos time to sleep again

When a war is done the butterfly still enchantsrdquo

Athiya will always remain beautiful Athiya Khan and her likes are the butterflies whose beauty surpasses and outlives all wars and all trgedies We will come out of this nightmare as an empowered nation A nation of thinkers believers lovers philosophers scientists a nation of people free intellectually empowered people Thatrsquos my dream

Athiyarsquos face is the harbinger of my dream

Yes I am relieved Athiya is safe And I guess I can write poems after all

Abhay Mathur15101947

(On the 16th of October 1947 a story appeared in ldquoThe Lahore Timesrdquo which said that the Lahore Jallandhar Express was attacked by rioting hooligans They killed all the passengers and burnt the train)

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

5 5

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Page 40: Unmaad 2010

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The Boy Who SoldThe BoTTles of Pickle

Ms Rohini Shinde (Ex MHA student)PhD Scholar HSS TISS

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and

before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time

First comes the visual and then comes the sound The law of physics does apply here as well when you are waiting at the platform number seven at Kurla station I saw the train swaying its way in side the station and then heard the thudding sound of its horn making some brave-hearts to get off tracks Slowly the train stopped and I got into it The first class ladies compartment was empty It was an odd time I was travelling to my college for a lecture scheduled in the afternoon

I settled myself at the window and threw a glance outside with a relief that I could make for the lecture on time and most importantly I was happy to have the entire compartment for myself I started looking around inside the compartment and tried to absorb the vastness of the unlimited space provid-ed by it in me with a sigh of joy Space is something those who grew up in a city like Mumbai always crave for as it is like an elevated luxury for us

The train halted at the next station Tilak Nagar The two young boys barely in their early teens were trying to load a huge sack into the compartment Finally they succeeded and before the train could start moving they made good and was in before time Brave of them I said to myself They kept the sack safely at one corner and went back to their business of giggling teasing each other self- prais-ing exhibiting some gymnastic skills with the side rods etc

I was enjoying their talk and was also really impressed with their quick wittiness to outsmart each other The two were of more or less of equal age and had similar kind of physical built However one of them was little thinner than the other

The thinner or the slim one turned towards me and asked ldquoDidi see what this fellow is saying donrsquot you think my jump was more higherrdquo ldquoIts Okay now you both stop doing all this masti and come and sit quietly over hererdquo I replied looking at both of them Wow to my surprise they did exactly what I said Now that was just a fleeting command I did not expect that they would obey it They came and sat on the seats opposite to me

ldquoWhat do you do didi The same little slim boy asked me the question I am studying I answered ldquoWhat do you studyrdquo The other boy joined in Well this was a little difficult question to answer ldquoI go to college betardquo I tried to be straight and simple How was I going to explain them that I am doing MHA at TISS At this point the slim one leaned and whispered something to the other one upon which they both started laughing

I interrupted them asking what happenedldquo Nothing didirdquo replied the other boyldquo Arre you both are laughing and having fun do share with me as wellhelliprdquo I pleaded with a justifica-tionldquoNothing didi this fellow keeps talking rubbishhelliprdquo said the other boy This boy was little quieter and clam He displayed his sense of maturity by not revealing their senseless whispers and saving all of us from a likely embarrassmentldquoAl righthellip do not tell me thenhelliprdquo I declared this with a mock annoyance

ldquoActually didi rdquo the slim boy acting brave started sharing ldquo I was telling him that in college there are many girls and boys They meet and become friendshellip We see all these things in movieshelliprdquo

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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p

p

y y

pPoetry Section

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

4 5

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

4 8

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

4 9

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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I was supposed to stop the conversation and get up from my seat I had gone curious and restless to know what exactly did he whispered to him But there was no time the training had already touched the platform and was slowing down

I came to the entrance towards my left I saw the sack once again I looked at it and again I looked back at the boys The murmur between the two was still going on I turned back and raising my voice a little higher I asked firmly ldquoWhat is there inside this sack The slim boy rose from his place and toldhellip ldquoActually didi the sack has the bottles of liquorhellip which is our real businesshellip our elders prepare it and we supply it to the local shopshellipand per-haps this is our bottles of pickle helliprdquo he said this with an unwavering voice

His eyes were up in the direction of the sky perhaps the eyes wanted to get lost in its infinity or were dreaming to carve a space for themselves out from the spread out vastness of it

I got down without a reply to him His answer made me feel uneasy My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions possible explanation prep-ositions suppositions etc In that state of mind I climbed the bridge Above from the bridge I saw the train going away and away and disappearing in to the thickness of something white

What is there beyond that whiteness I do not know as my world lies at this side of it They went in to their space I guessed a restricted limited smaller bigger space I had no idea However I strongly believed in the ability of those wavering eyes looking up towards a sky to look beyond the abstract yet limited frame of space and to dream of craving an another world

ldquo Ohh I see it seems you people see lots of mov-iehelliprightOkay tell me one thing do you both go to school

Slowly I was getting involved in their talks or perhaps in their lives I wanted to continue this talk

ldquohellipYes we do go hellipwe both are in 7th gradehelliprdquo an-swered the other boy

ldquohellipthen why you didnrsquot go todayrdquo

ldquohellipOhhh didihellip some days it is not possible for us to go schoolhellip we do work as wellhellip we help in busi-nesshelliprdquo The slim boy explained

ldquo What business I was becoming kind of inquisi-tive

ldquohellipWe help in selling bottles of picklehellipthis is our businesshelliprdquo the same boy replied

All this while during our conversation we didnrsquot realize when Chembur came and went Nobody got in at Chembur We were now travelling somewhere between Chembur and Govandi I saw outside of the window the same glimpse of little toddlers with their little older siblings playing along the railway tracks caught my attention I wanted to escape from that hard realities and come back to our conversation and which I did

ldquohellipWhat is there in that huge sack I asked point-ing towards it

ldquohellipIt has the bottles of pickles didihellip as I said we help in selling these pickle bottleshelliprdquo The slim one tried to satisfy my curiosity

ldquohellipOhh yahhellipyou did say sohelliprdquo I accepted his answer

The other boy pulled the slim one towards him and murmured something to him What was that mur-mur I wondered I wanted to know The train was reaching the Govandi station

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

5 0

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

5 1

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 2

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

hindi section

5 3

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 4

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

5 5

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

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U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

4 2

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

4 3

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

4 4

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

4 5

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

4 6

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

4 7

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

4 8

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

4 9

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

5 0

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

5 1

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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hindi section

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वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

5 5

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Page 43: Unmaad 2010

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Twas the night before Christmas the music faint and farI gazed through my thoughts at the twinkling wishing starIn the fading light I confide my wishes to the velvet skyPraying fervently to make my wishes come true in a big way

I wish that people desires more friendship and togethernessAs everyone have the rights to a decent life and happinessI wish that there is peace on earth instead of warI wish they would use that money to feed the poorI wish that there is honesty instead of crimeMore of giving and sharing time after timeI wish justice would be restoredAnd peace reign in our souls

I wish famine be banished from the EarthAnd each day give hope for a new rebirthI wish may our generosity and love end their plightFor those living with hunger with no food in sightI wish crops would grow strong with the gentle rainAnd children of the dust would wander whole againI wish for a flicker of light to be always there to beholdGiving warmth and strength to escape from the coldI wish those wracked with pain in their lifeMay soon experience relief from their strife I wish somehow somewhere theyrsquoll find a placeIn the fading light a smiling soul to embraceI wish we would perpetually pray for blessed rainTo fall upon us a barren waste of sun-dried plain

I wish life will be bedecked with fire-sprinkling twists of goldAnd we will be filled with wonderment as the days unfold I wish our warmth would touch otherrsquos heartAnd love would filter in barriers falling apartI wish that we would stop causing each other painBecause in Godrsquos eyes we are all one and the sameI wish all of us would looked forward to each dayAs much as these dreams may seem far away

gtgtgt

Lalhmangaih HauzelMHA (Hospital) 1st Year

My Wishes

4 1

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

4 2

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

4 3

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Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

4 4

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

4 5

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

4 6

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

4 7

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

4 8

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

4 9

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

5 0

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

5 1

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 2

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

hindi section

5 3

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U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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The sorrow of departingThe coming to end of the honeymoonThe dusk of a cherished dreamThe pain of now no longer being wantedhellip

The pain when you departnot touch the otherWhich inside you is ripping you apartThe dawning of yet anotherFallacy which you thought was finally overThe series of mistakesYou think you were done withUntil this one againhellip

Ringing loud insideWhat is lifeWhy things changeWhy the one you likedoesnrsquot like youAnd the one who likes youstops liking you

Love is not a thing to be beggedMake me no small further dearIt must have been your loveBut nowDonrsquot make it look like a playThat you had dared to play so near

Let me cherish the sorrowFor its coming fromWhere Once you were therehelliphellip

Apoornata me poornata kuch is tarah Bas yahi hun maihan eak vishal poornta ka chota sa hissakehte hain ki ye poornta hi mujhse haihellipkahirhelliphan mai toh ik ik buund bhi hunhellipjo ki ghul jati hun usme jo koi mere sang aata haiaur apna bimb khojte khojteghum huva sa kuch andhkaar semeri paardarshita dekh mujhme jhankta haikuch paa jata haihellipaur wahan woh roshini mujh me jo pad gayiIk indra dhanush rang jata haihellipik apoornata me poornHan yahi ik boond hun maihellip

Straight from the soul and a bit from the heartgtgtgt

Dr Ruchika AroraMasterrsquos in Public Health

4 2

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

4 3

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

4 4

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

4 5

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

4 6

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

4 7

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

4 8

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

4 9

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

5 0

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

5 1

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 2

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

hindi section

5 3

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 4

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

5 5

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My greatest possession ldquoHer LoverdquoldquoI feel immense proud to have such a great fateas I have a true love from her which will never faderdquoldquoShe lives in great deep of my heartrsquos depthHer lovely smell fragrances me with my every breathrdquo

ldquoShe inspires me to win when I loose in battle of meaningless tradeShe enlightens my heart and encourages living my life as I want it to ledrdquoldquoThe greatest possession I ever have on me is her great faithTo face her after losing ithellip will be same as to face a deathrdquo

ldquoShe is the one who preaches me to cross over boldly different streams of lifeand to walk over willingly with my loved ones in success and striferdquoldquoNo one will be able to replace in my hearthellip her stateBecause she is an angel from whom my life got createrdquo

ldquoIn this way by above few lines I had portrayed a sketch of her imageif you recognize this painting my heart will be in your eyersquos cagerdquoldquoShe is the one whom ldquoI love most she is my true beloved foreverhellipShe is no any other person but she is my darling ldquoMom My Motherrdquo

ldquoAn Invisible Threadrdquo

Far away from the maddening crowd when I am with my ownhellipI felt something which I am missing badlyhellipSomething which rejuvenates my life and make me completehellipSomething the distance from which seems so far and hard to meethellip

Something which is not there but still presenthellipSomething which is the most beautiful color of my life got painthellipPresence of which in my life makes it specialhelliplove for which adds to it the shades of purplehellip

Somewhere somehow every face reminds me of you and your memorieshellipdonrsquot know what to name ithellipdonrsquot know what to sayhellipstrange is this feeling strange is its wayhellip thread which is not visible but very stronghellipbinds me to youhellip and holds us since all the way so longhellipthis distance between us is just for few more timehellipas ldquoI Am Always Yours and You Minerdquo

My greatest possession ldquoHer Loverdquogtgtgt

Dr Atul JaiswalMA in Disability Studies and Action

4 3

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

4 4

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

4 5

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

4 6

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

4 7

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

4 8

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

4 9

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

5 0

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

5 1

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 2

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

hindi section

5 3

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 4

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

5 5

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U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

Abhimanyu learning war tactics in his mother Subhadrarsquos womb had pleaded her not to go to sleep But the Abhimanyu here tells his mother hellip

To his fatherrsquos voice pleading but firmAbhimanyu the unborn foetus listenedAs he laid curled up and glistenedIn his motherrsquos womb with waters warm

Through the placenta he heard him sayldquoDarling wife of mineWrite it down that I mayGo to the house of the whoresHow can it not be for long months nineGive your agreement fastWhen it comes to lustTherersquos nothing called moresrdquo

As these words of his fatherSeeped into the bloodstream of his motherAbhimanyursquos world rockedWith his motherrsquos mighty sobsWas she hurt humiliated or shockedDoes he call him a father that who robsHis motherrsquos cheersLeaving her in tears

His mother did not feel sleepy anymoreSedated though she was with sleeping pills galoreAbhimanyursquos calling out ldquoListen Mother dearrdquoSomehow made his sinking mother hear

ldquoSweet Mother of mineDonrsquot you ever pineSleep to you I imploreTake it not to your coreItrsquos through you I linkSo I beg you not to thinkOf that brutersquos bullying wordsLet me be born to slash his swordsrdquo

Sleep Ma Sleepgtgtgt

Anita Baruwa Lecturer (Economics)Tinsukia College Assam

4 4

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Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

4 5

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

4 6

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

4 7

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

4 8

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

4 9

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

5 0

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

5 1

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 2

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

hindi section

5 3

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 4

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

5 5

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 6

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 7

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 8

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U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

Sameeksha on my head

These days I love to run My feet are having funI love to go to bed

Zombies woke out of sleepPeople are no more deadEverything done and said Sameeksha on my head (4)

Move your eyes aroundThere is a lot to be foundGet hold before it fades Sameeksha on my head (4)

Jargons are not that badNo reasons to be sadChoices just have to be made Sameeksha on my head (4)

The air has voices galoreEveryone has a floorJoining us under the shade Sameeksha on my head (4)

Sameeksha Songgtgtgt

Krupa and Shubham

Boono

I came to this city with lots of listsSaw many things I couldMany more I missedLike boundless seaAnd countless menhelliphellipSome showered with joySome sever with painLater when lsquoINDIAN SUMMERrsquo startedSizzling hot Though there was no rainYet it made me feel young againIt made me feel Once again

Indian Summergtgtgt

4 5

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

4 6

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

4 7

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

4 8

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

4 9

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

5 0

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

5 1

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 2

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

hindi section

5 3

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U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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The moonlit paradeThe queen of darknesssmiling over the lonely landThe mist sitting cosily in her lapCovering the Serene green topFigures hanging from the branchesLike calipers who have outlived their timeThe picture perfect posture of every elementCould only have been a painters imaginationAs the cold beams of moon touch the sceneIt reveals the secrets behind the delusionOf women hanging upside downNo trace of cloth on their naked bodies Only an expression or the lack of itOn their ghastly faces reminding you about deathTheir sensuality covered with an aura of nudityThat seldom excites but always revealsThe truth about somethingThat is beyond our senses to interceptOnly pathos grief and painUnbound and unexplainedNow the fruits on the trees unfurlTaking shape of newborn babiesBlue and hollow their eyes on youBut they donrsquot ask any questionsbut march onThe dead women and childrenThe trees crawling along with themAnd even if one shuns away all his sensesHe can feel without ever sensingThe march of the moonlit parade

The moonlit paradegtgtgt

AbhishekDevelopment Studies 2nd Year

4 6

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

4 7

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

4 8

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

4 9

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

5 0

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

5 1

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 2

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

hindi section

5 3

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 4

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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CarnivalesqueVapour speech mind trappedEmbers unmoved lay waiting quiet anticipationMany shaded shadows occasionally illuminatePassive finger resistanceAmbient argument candle-flame standSmog stained glass or crystal studded utteranceMoonbeam call for deliveranceFragmented revision chronology revisitedRainbow words stillframed abandonWhistletune nostalgia familiar exasperationTemporary diametric diversionSedimentary stillness fluid opaque echoesBinocular cry mute sighSong-salvation bongo armyBeat now rap thereShiny-threaded web let me fallSomethingness and nothingnessDouble sided adhesiveBubble-wrap mind mute pleasTrickle breeze bliss hollow lingersPride belong space footprintsRead thought backwards exchange alternate syllablesUnquiet spiral mahogany spinning wheel epicentre crimson and carelessTimeless silver foil moments folded fifteen timesHalf moon smile long gaze acquiescenceReverie and reality conspire convergeFamiliar clueless hues whirring grainy comprehensionPerhaps a return to the monochromatic

Carnivalesquegtgtgt

Archana NKMSW 1st Year

4 7

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

4 8

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

4 9

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

5 0

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

5 1

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 2

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

hindi section

5 3

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 4

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

5 5

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U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 8

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One evening watching the rose-dyed pinkish skyslowly being swallowed by the night in the offingin me there arose a sudden urge for questioningldquoGod why do all things have to dierdquohelliphellip

ldquoWhy is it that the mighty citadelstanding tall and proud seemingly impregnablesomeday has to bite the dust and crumblewith nature and mortals assisting the vandalrdquo

ldquoWhy does the exotic flower in full bloomafter some days shrink and wither awayjust like youth in its vibrancy so gaygives way to aging-when greyness starts to loomrdquo

ldquoWhy do our footprints on the sands in the shoreget washed away by the frothy waveswhich come and go as the sea ravesleaving no trace whatsoever of things from yorerdquo

ldquoWhy ohwhydoes everything mundaneone day or the other meet its endlike we mortals-touted to be lsquoGod-sendrsquomeet death someday-peacefully or with painrdquohellip

God at once replied-ldquoItrsquos a rule of life my deara virtuous cycle infusing great noveltylsquocoz the earthrsquos veins crave for vitalityevery minute of a day in a yearrdquo

ldquoSo that the new gush of blood in the earth does renewthe hopes of a much better world to live inwith that tweaking in the ephemeral lifersquos dinfor the old order always changeth to yield place to the newrdquohelliphellip

A commune with Divinitya diaglogue with the Almightygtgtgt

Chandrima

4 8

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

4 9

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

5 0

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

5 1

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 2

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

hindi section

5 3

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 4

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

5 5

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I try to bury myself in a deep slumberIgnorant of my beingOf the reality that surrounds meOf war cries in the battlefield I fail to escape your jingoismWhen I am awakened every nightBy the thumping of your black bootsPiercing my ears from east to westNo matter how far I runI always find myself where I began-Underneath your black bootsUnder the shadow of death and miseryI despise your boots-Boots you have trampled me withCompelled me to fightMy own brethrenWhat does one loseAnd what do one gain in your rhetoric of warDo I have to fight an lsquoenemyrsquoTo assert my bravery

Black Bootsgtgtgt

Joytimay DasMCS 2nd Year

The Mango TreeFar way in the galaxyAnother dayAnother nightDown below a mad poetTattered in clothesConfused in thoughtsScratching away an inkless penSits under the Mango TreeSchool boys in uniformsRun around the ice candy manA lonesome boy without a pennySits under the Mango TreeThe poet whines awayIn want of a penIn want of a paperHis memory fades awayIn the horizonWhere it originatedIs absorbed by the skyAnd gulped down by the sea

The mango tree

4 9

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

5 0

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

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SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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I was born in the JunglegtgtgtI was born in the jungleI know it like you would know the lanes in your cityI have seen it come alive when the heavens above shower it I have seen it morose when the sun god blazes onI have seen it blossom beautifully in the wintersI know the biggest and the tiniest creature in this naturersquos machineI know their role as you would know the nuts and bolts and levers of an engine I am as much a part of the jungle as the jungle a part of meIt defines me it sustains me it gives me an identi tyThe generous river the tiny rivulet the soothing lake-they are the lifeline- of the jungle amp hence meThe jungle is my temple the plants and the creatures are my deitiesYou would offer sacrifices and fast for your gods ndash so that they protect youI on the other hand protect my god from indiscriminate use ndash so that they in turn help me flourish

Are you a Farmer- would you raze down all your cropAre you an Industrialist Would you demolish your factoryAre you an Owner Would you destroy your private propertyThen what made you think that I would destruct the one thing which keeps me goingWhat made you think that I would be naturersquos offenderI who of all the things uphold the power and sanctity of the nature condemned to be a slayer of the same

Look around youWhat do you seeA wooden desk is it Where do you think it came fromClean white paper to write down your University knowledge An ethnically designed living room with handcrafted pillow covers And what is it that you have in the cornerthe Big Striped Cat stuffedto speak of your escapades Big SUVs to commute and ever vertically bound huge buildings with metal frames to stay in The oh-so enticing street- full with shops selling myriad things calling upon you to buy themExotic jewellery art with half nude men and womenintellectual magazines which speak for me and my likesBooks which glorify the natureTours in naturersquos bountywildlife photography which leaves you wonder struck

Look Observe Think What fuels this lifestyle Where do things come from Certainly not out of thin air (you wish)It comes from the ever bountiful junglefrom my home to your homeHowever the jungle doesnrsquot mindbut then you want moreand moreceaselessly You take as much as you want ignorant (or is it feigned) of the consequencesWhy is it then that I am being labelled as the one lsquoresponsiblersquo for degeneration of the jungleAlas the balance is disturbedthe sand gives way beneath the feetYou wake up

You decide Protect Conserve Preserve I couldnrsquot agree with you moreThe jungle and its beings need to be saved Question is from whom

5 0

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

5 1

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 2

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

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5 3

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U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

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I wonrsquot blame youi would blame the ideas which are destructiveIdeas which are more powerful than (wo) men themselveswhich compel you to think only in one particular wayEven you are but a peg in the larger structure but you have the capacity to changeto look around learn and respect even from the tiniest being You can change things if you wantone small step at a time would also do

But then you blame meI am the one from whom the jungle needs to be shielded ndash the place I call my home and creatures with whom I co-existed even before you could say lsquoconservationrsquo Zones must be created which are inviolateno humans Human includes you and me as wellyes I am a humanjust like youThe similarity ends with the homogenising termI am vastly different from you

My lifestyle is not destructivethough you have made it out to be soItrsquos not a question of me versus the jungle It never was though you have made it out to be soI was never apart from the junglethough you have distanced me from itFor you it is something lsquoout therersquo that needs to be protectedFor me it is my very existence that is at stake

You then talk in a language that I donrsquot understandYou speak of lsquorehabilitatersquo and lsquorelocatersquoYou then justify it by saying lsquoscientificrsquo lsquosacrificersquo for the lsquogood of the nationrsquoWhat science I enquire as told by whom You simply answer science modern science What happened to my traditional science You reply backward Why am I the scapegoat I question You answer somebody Whose nation I ask You say oursOurs That includes me as well doesnrsquot itThen how come I was never consulted

Why am I being alienated from my Universe Why am I being deprived of my only means of survivalWhy am I being sucked into your cities and made to live on streets and pavementsWhy am I being denied to decide my own course

I am being pushed to the brink My back is to the wallI prefer to die fighting than die in apathyI am doomed either ways

The term is flawed thoughour humanness is vastly differentFor me the world around me is my university and my memory my culture and my lifestyle is my book of reference

Devaki PurohitMSW 2nd Year

5 1

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 2

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

hindi section

5 3

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 4

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulationscongratulations

congratulations

The Literary Society of TISS is proud to announce the results of the

ldquoONE LINE STORYrdquo competition

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

WORTH MENTIONING

All the entries we got were all unique and great in their own way but we just want to highlight some really good ones

Moving against gravity she could feel the weightlessness no boundaries she will meet him soon - Huma Ansari MSW 2nd year

A fatal cryThe digital clock showed 1amI canrsquot call herI should notI have killed myselfAhLiberty - Arindam CMCS1st year

I got swindled by a door-to-door salesman yesterday a lie-monger who sold me no lies - Sita Mamidipudi MSW 2nd year

A BIG Thank You to all those who took part in this event and we acknowledge all of your sincerity and efforts The TOP THREE ENTRIES will be given certifi cate of appreciation during Quintessence Lots more to come GET READY - Literary Society TISS Mumbai 25th August 2009

You said `one linersquo and I drew a line now read between the lines Ms Jenisha Borah CMCS

A pair of shoes who could not walk to her and she walked off Mohd Iliyas MSW-IInd Year

He was about to pull the trigger when the lights went off Taha MSW-IInd Year

Here are the TOP THREE ENTRIES

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

hindi section

5 3

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0 5 4

U n m a a d lsquo 1 0

वरक़ ए जिनदगी- Pages of life क़दीम क़िससय- Past storiesतलक़ तजरब- Bitter experience तसववर- Imagination अकस- Image

SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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SMFahimuddin PashaGL 2nd

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