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TGTR is a youth magazine aimed at providing good solid content written primarily by students and
young professionals on a diverse and relevant range of topics, and presented in a simple and humorous
manner. Unlike other magazines LTGTR provides a refreshing blend of high quality literature and
socially relevant articles which are blatantly honest. The content is neither journalistic nor bookish; rather
you shall find it invigorating and stimulating in an otherwise monotonous world. We don’t just present facts;
we provide opinions and let you choose the ones you like.
LTGTR is “not” a campus magazine. It transcends beyond the boundaries of our college and delves into the
psyche of Indian youth. It is an endeavor to provide a common ground for people to express their own ideas
and opinions. It is an opportunity for people like me and you to find like other minded individuals in a world
where even Facebook and Twitter haven’t been able to reduce our loneliness. Finally it is an attempt to bring
back a culture of reading and writing and prove to you that these things are for the masses and not just for
the elite.
In a trigger-happy world, in an age where the media is known to sensationalize everything, in a culture
where “making money” is the only truth, LTGTR is an attempt to bring real journalism and writing. It draws
on the ideas of the French revolution “Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite” and combines it with inspiration from
young revolutionaries who used writing as a way to mobilize the masses. In a world where broken hearts,
unfulfilled expectations and death form a major chunk of our thoughts, LTGTR is at attempt to break away
and find meaning in life.
So I can go ahead and without any regrets state, LTGTR is a not just a magazine, it is a movement of the
people. It is a revolution, of sorts, aimed at bringing out the rebels in us, getting them to ask the right
questions and find the right answers.
Finally it is meant to keep you happy and entertain you. It is meant to keep the good times rolling.

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s we sit and write this out, we have no choice but to ponder over the future of this
magazine. There are still unanswered questions, especially about its success, the
content and a few finer details. For this issue, there is no choice but to take the plunge.
From now on, it shall be about swimming; both with the flow and against the current. The
first issue is always exciting. The beginning is a trap, the end is hazy and everything that’s in
between is there just to make sure you go back to where you started.
Speculation never did any good to anyone. For us, it’s just about making this magazine a
success. In fact, the title wasn’t even decided until the very end and it could still be open to
debate. Since we are all here, it might just be the right thing to do; look ahead and keep going.
And what’s more, from being a half, we were reduced to a third, but a lot of us are really
happy about that!
Among the many questions that were asked or that should have been asked about this
magazine was the one about its objective. Why are we doing this? Well, for those of you who
have read this far into the editorial, it’s because we can do it and more than that because we
can. Let’s just forget about the part where we need to do it.
What if this magazine is not appreciated? Well, nobody can answer that, but someone we
all know would say, “There, there”. Despite all the pessimism, we have the confidence. Why?
“Ideas are bulletproof”.

With due sincerity, best regards,

and a hopeful outlook,

The Editorial Board,

On.The.Rocks.
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ello! The jobless are back again. It’s about time too, I guess. Anyway this time’s issue was really
challenging. The team met up (and it’s more than just a bunch of friends now!) in the mess to decide
on the general structure of this issue about 2 weeks ago and courtesy Sahil, some good arguments
and some even better dictatorship, the theme is ‘The Seven Sins’. *Drum roll and background music*. We
have tried to rally the content of the issue around this central theme, the design and the choice of articles
makes this self evident. It certainly wasn’t easy to pull off, it was the toughest issue till date and because
of that I now have a new found respect for the seven sins. But challenging is good, it means we’re able to
stretch the limits of our work spheres and I hope that your comments, suggestions and contributions will
make LTGTR only more exciting.
A regular reader of LTGTR is in for some surprises this time. First we have two new columns. I have wanted to
publish a book review for some time now, and at last LTGTR has its first book review “To Kill A Mocking Bird”.
This classic by Harper Lee is already a well documented book, however it was perfect for the present issue-a
look into the pride in human nature-and it doesn’t really hurt to refresh our memories does it? Next we have
a column that gives a character sketch of pop literature characters. Literature buffs should really watch out for
these columns as the writer handling these columns, I assure you, will keep dishing out really quality reviews.
The biggest surprise will however be our collaboration with OTR (On The Rocks)- the editorial board of BPHC (
BITS Pilani Hyderabad Campus). The collaboration was forged on the request of OTR. We have provided them
with space to publish some of their works in this issue. Among the OTR articles I would personally suggest
‘Atlas Shrugged’ and ‘Wrath’. The first. a modern take on Greek mythology, the second ‘Wrath’ is an excellent
piece of writing in which the author delves into the human psyche to understand wrath.
But now back to LTGTR. We have a comic description of college life in which the author tries to depict the
sloth that he is. We have more (dry) humor in a well written article ‘What’s In a Number’ the author argues
about why she relates so deeply to the number 3 (p.s. Douglas Adams fans are going to love the ending of this
one. I would also like to mention the freewheeling verse the ‘8th sin’ which redefines our idea of sin.
And before I sign off, as always watch out for the Jobless column (You shall laugh you’re a***s off ), ‘Best of
FB’ etc . Happy reading, please do join our Facebook page and send in your suggestions. Your support and
feedback will drive us to perfection, if there is such a thing as perfection.
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. Why not seven, when seven was such an
amazing movie, or 23, where Jim Carrey
played a role outside his so called genre, or
5 for that, supposedly my luckiest number according
to tickle.com ( yes , I took that quiz. Yes, I was that
bored). Perhaps, 6 or 5, which feature in my birth
date, or 9 or 11, for obvious reasons. But no, I picked
3. Not because my batch is the third batch of BPHC.
No, it isn’t that lame a reason. Rather, it’s because
sometimes numbers, like songs hold memories.
Sometimes, like words they carry meaning. And
three was the first number to pop into my head. It’s
frustrating how you can get obsessed with a number,
and find symmetry in everyday life corresponding
(concurring) to it.
So, one fine day, I became obsessed with the
number three. Probably because it was three of us,
best friends in school or maybe because it was on the
terrace, that I began to think about this number, which
was on the third floor of my apartment complex. So
that day I saw three crows, three cows walking down
the road, three dogs chasing each other….was nature
sending signals? No, I don’t believe in things like that.
And so it went on. It was then that I realized that
sometimes things we define, have meaning deeper
than we intended. You seem to feel a connection,
and seem to have a reason to believe that you are
meant to dig deeper, strengthen the connection and
delve into the so-called non-existent.
Did I feel a connection with the number 3? Was it
similar to how some musicians get obsessed with
certain notes or ragas.
I started thinking about things, like these and
questions began to take shape in my mind about
well, life the universe and everything. Why is there
symmetry in nature, why did we find the need to
introduce numbers, why couldn’t they just be a string
of letters put together as a word, why zero, why one,
why three? Why the connection, the so-called depth,
the need to understand? Why three?
And then I began to realize that things don’t have
deeper meaning by themselves. They are defined
by our emotions, memories and thoughts. We
can choose how deep we want to delve into our
conception.
So there I was, I didn’t have any special connection
to the number three on that particular day because
god or nature or some form of divine energy wanted
me to. It was because I wanted to. It was the first
number that came to my head and in the process of
trying to figure out why, I established the so-called
connection.
So why three now? Because I connect it to the
memory of my first real “thinking” experience. It
could’ve been connected to the color of the sky or
the song playing on my mp3 player, but I choose to
relate it to the number three. Because I liked the
idea. Because if someone asked why, I had a story to
tell and hence another memory to cherish.
Now you could think what I just said is a whole
load crap. Now let me come up with a convincing
argument instead, I chose three because it is the
number between 4 and 2. 42 is the answer to all the
questions about life right?*
*It’s amazing how Douglas Adams and Hitchhiker’s
comes to my rescue everytime in my attempt to as
convincing as possible.
 My, preciousss.... they can not take it away...
Often heard, often repeated, albeit in forms as
varied and multitudinous as the facets of an uncut
diamond, this echoes overriding human sentiment,
for ever since the sapien, having quantified light and
darkness, brought forth the concepts of morality, of
good and that of evil.
In the times when the clergy held the seven cardinal
sins, pride, lust, greed, gluttony, envy, sloth and wrath
as “grave violations of the Ten Commandments and
the Beatitudes”, (here I rip from Times online, who
rips from the clergy. You'll see that plagiarism is not
on the list. Never was.) condemning and abstaining
from the seven sins was the only way to avoid the
eternal damnation of one’s soul.
This issue is a revival of those ideas, and even as
we wrote away, about pride (Book review:To kill a
mockingbird), and greed (No one can eat just one),
and gluttony (character sketch: Dudley Dursley), we
realised how little they’re applicable today. In a time
and world where vendetta is glorified, lust is the
central theme for almost every bestseller, gluttony
is rewarded by the producers, pride is of essence, what it wants, resulting in loss of life, property and
and sloth plain rules, we, the eternally damned (have loved ones for countless people across the globe, if
faith, pray, seek the light) seek to come up with a there are to be sins, this has to be on top.
new set of moral code, something that is not out of
Summary: Condemned by one and all. This is a bad
context.
thing. See photos of the candle march against the
Look around yourself. Today’s sins would not be that Bombay attacks for more. Shed a tear, would you?
which is condemned by the clergy, the government,
Murder.
or by any single body of power. In today’s age, where
the individual’s ‘right to expression’ has been elevated Defined as homicide, the premeditated slaying of an
to a level never heard of before (true, considering individual, as opposed to terrorism, which is genocide.
that then nobody could speak), a sin would be that Since we have hardly any kings at all, regicide is on
act, that is collectively condemned by society. its way out. Murder, brutal, deadly, may have been
glorified, and glamorized, but that does not detract
Some collectives of this sort would have to include
in the least from the fact that it is an irreparable stain
the following. (Mind you, this is not a list of absolutes,
on mankind, for which animal would wantonly slay
only a list of probables, at best. The best way to
its own brother?
resolve this would be to try it out yourself.)
Summary: This is probably what society will
Terrorism.
collectively stand against, for, as we all know, all life
One of society’s modern banes, the ugly side of is precious.
modern revolt that shall not stop at anything to get
 Infidelity. same. Didn’t get that? Its probably all for the best.
Failure at man’s attempt at monogamy is a stark Anyway, whatever it is, don’t do it.
(pun intended) problem that confronts all of today’s Summary: It has come to light that there are also
monogamous society. Carnal passions are not bad, female chauvinist pigs. Kudos.
says today’s society, only keep it at home. With This probably sums up the demography's opinion,
infidelity rates rising at a rate that would make a and shalt hereby be known as ‘The sins.’ So, my love,
v****a dealer (6 letter word, not a pimp) very, very please don’t slay, maim, sleep with, degrade, or tell
happy, it may be sooner than we think that society lies to other people. Apparently, they don’t like it.
may just decide to let this one drop. But, for now, its
bad. Very, very bad. PS. I’m a vegetarian myself.
Summary: as Barney says...Love thy neighbour, but On a side note, I’m still jobless, so
never LOVE thy neighbour. Do not try this at home.
Racism. 7 other sins:
Man classified plants, he classified animals, the stars, Facebook quizzing: Which sin are you?
the soils, the birds, the bees, emotions, textures, Please, go slay yourself, or achieve autocoitus.
tastes, and movie genres. Having done this, (and not
being satisfied), he then went on to (big mistake),
classify himself, based on whatever physical & ethnic Getting Caught for Sharing P***
disparity he could find. Caste, social class, race, you
E.D.O.C.S.I.L.R.U.L.E.Z. \m/ :P :D :D
name it, we humans have it. Discrimination has been
forever one of the most blatant cause of strife in the
past, and still is. Peace, bros. Lolcat backlash
Summary: Go on, blame it on God, you know you :p :D :D and \m/ is not the answer to everything. Try
want to. a full stop instead.
Hypocrisy.
You say one thing, you mean another. Your Chetan Bhagat & Arundhati Roy.
personality changes with the type of company you
No explations asked for, none given.
keep, you may be a solid smoker in one, and an
I-hate-smoking-it-kills-your-lungs guy (or girl, gal, if
you prefer it) in another, then this is your kinda thing. Wearing Pink.
Hypocrisy, in many ways, defines modern schools of
This is selective. Its just not meant for some people.
thought and action, but beware, it is also the cause
of most misunderstandings. Be warned.
Summary: Are you vegetarian? Then you know what Homophilia.
I’m talking about. Have some consideration for the USA.
Drugs. Wasting potatoes.
No, not cough syrup. Drugs, and drug peddling, You have no right to live, you despicable, cretinous,
are rampant in most demographies throughout the vile, blubbering piece of bilge.
world, and are a major source of concern to all the
non-high people in the world. As said by adults,
drugs are only a temporary escape, you don’t need
to do drugs to lead a good life. Also said by adults,
drugs kill your neurons, cause muscle degeneration,
induced cardiomyopathy, impair your judgement,
and do many other bad things. So... so what exactly?
Summary: Ah, yes. Right, right. Er, what, exactly?
Chauvinism.
Is the opposite of chivalry. It is primarily heterosexual
objectification and derision directed towards the
 I
snuggled against my pillow, pulled the blanket This was followed by a cascade of phone calls, which
over my head and lost myself in deep slumber. eventually resulted in five or six, numb nuts like me
The book I had chosen to keep me company starting a noisy procession through the campus to
this rainy afternoon “Aunts are not Gentlemen” lay the restaurant ( I use the word ‘restaurant’ for the
forgotten, discarded on a pile of dirty cloths. The lack of words. The place was anything but that.).
general disarray in my room added to the aesthetics Now the food took forever to actually materialize
of the scene. That reminded me, my mom fondly on our plates, so the act of consuming the rubber
called my room the little pandemonium created by roties and half cooked curries was preceded and
her sloth of a son. That pretty much summarized my punctuated by random gossip, a really nice way to
lifestyle when left to fend for myself. kill two hours. After the whole exercise of eating I
Well anyway there I was sleeping the afternoon eventually made it back to my room, fattened, content
away, when a ‘little’ kick on my door startled me. and ready for another sleepless night. One would like
“By God! Which SOB decided to grace me with his to assume that this nocturnal creature would utilize
presence today…?”, I thought, as I dragged myself to this time of relative calm in the surroundings to get
the door , opened it and got back into bed with the some work done and study but I’d like to point out
expression of a dead goldfish on my face. My friend that this hypothesis is severally flawed, for one thing
used to my beautiful expression, walked into my room the hostel is anything but calm in the night, secondly
and made himself comfortable ( which included some at this point of time exams haven’t really started
crappy song, god forbid if I ever meet the singer I will biting at my tender backside. So the urge to study
strangle her) and then began our chattering, well, hasn’t yet bloomed in the interiors of my cranium.
more of a one sided conversation with me replying Thus until realization dawns upon me a day after the
in monosyllables ( the art of talking when half asleep exams, let’s just sit back and watch what’s up in the
had escaped my grasp). It seemed like eternity before life of my dear friend from Princeton, Dr.House.
we reached the grand climax, okay, that is kind of
heavy for a set of lines we seemed to exchange at the
end of every such encounter, which went:
“Dude I’m hungry. Do you have food?”
I shook my head.
“Dude, shit!! Lets go to the restaurant, I’m dying of
hunger here.”
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he sun began to set over the horizon at
what seemed like a hundred miles away.
The road he was walking on was smooth,
in fact one of the smoothest that he had ever
seen over his years of driving, traveling, trucking
and hitchhiking. It was grey as roads normally
are with the ubiquitous white dividing line in
between, which led him to think of all the marvels
of modern engineering, in the form of cars and
motor vehicles that would have traversed this
very path. There was a crack on the dividing line
and it stood out being the blood red in color
that it was. He thought of the accident and the
bloodbath that had occurred there a year and two
months ago. Vague images of the catastrophe
flashed before his eyes.
He remembered sitting at the wheel in a daze.
The LSD was just kicking in, though he had
swallowed it a couple of hours ago. He thought
of the woman who drove him to the drug in
the first place. ‘The bitch...’ he began but only
to be cut off by the blinding flash of a fog lamp
on an incoming car. There was a loud honk; two
actually, one from the car that just crossed him
and another one from behind. The coincident
sounds confused his rather unresponsive nervous
system at the time and it took him a couple of He would remember the next stretch of the
seconds to steady the truck. Despite all the road for the rest of his life.
years of driving the same truck, he still could not
comprehend the motive behind choosing an oil
tanker. It happened on a whim and he knew that
but, as a child he was raised to question every
aspect of his life; beneficial, adversarial or merely
indifferent. The oil tanker was supposedly the
hardest type of truck to drive and the community
of truckers within his small county town were
always worrying and discussing about his driving
skill and his ability to handle a vehicle of that size
and power.
He looked ahead at the road, which was
illuminated by the lights of his truck. It took a
turn to the right, gracefully like all roads ought
to be, instead of the more common sharp curve.
He relaxed his grip on the wheel and let it turn
a bit to the right. The road narrowed from two
lanes to one and the divider, which was merely
a line to begin with, vanished. He was never
comfortable with narrow roads, especially while
driving during the middle of the night. Moreover,
the road was rather bumpy, with a couple of
ditches at intervals of a hundred odd meters. He
tried to control the truck as best as he possibly
could but it was still too fast for a road in that
condition.
 A speck of light fell on the mountain next to mountain, this one facing the sea over a rocky
him and a car came hooting out from the right cliff. He walked, or limped as he occasionally
swerving its way onto the lane. The sudden had to. The salty air filled his lungs and he knew
appearance startled him and he seemed to come the time had come. He tried to introspect, to
to his senses but there was nothing much to do find that last speck of hope in his life and then
apart from hold the wheel and control the brakes. realized there was nothing.
His eyes were heavy and they were almost closed. He didn’t have a future as a trucker, not that
What he didn’t notice was the car behind. It was there was anything to begin with, due to his
rather small but was fully occupied. There wasn’t increased drinking. His wife was a solemn and
much time to react and he couldn’t have even if heartless whore as the neighbors colorfully
there were. explained to him. Climbing over the ledge, he
He stepped on a small pebble and it caught his wished the same fate that was waiting for him at
attention. “The little things in life”, he thought the bottom of the cliff to everyone he ever knew,
and he picked it up. He tried to remember as especially his wife.
much as he possibly could but all he could recall Wrath is probably the most complex of the
was a crunching sound, a blaring horn and the seven deadly sins to comprehend. There is a thin
world turning upside down. The weeks after line between envy and wrath, which on most
the accident were a daze and he could hardly occasions is rather difficult to find. However, the
comprehend anything going on. It took him ultimate form of wrath is suicide; when all you
several months to piece together the events that can do is blame yourself for everything and inflict
happened and those before that led to it. upon yourself the ultimate punishment.
The road he was on led onto the side of another

1. Listening to Justin Biber.

2. Making inside jokes during a conversation.
3. Wearing tight pants.
4. Clicking pics of random girls and posting them on facebook.
5. Long hair, black nail polish, piercings & listening to death metal (all this doesn’t
make you cool)
6. Having hope where there is none.
7. bragging about watching ****
 Employee
8.45 pm ....hmm...15 minutes before the ‘big’ man left the office. Yes... I mean the President himself, the
puppet master in this pathetic excuse of a workplace. Don’t get me wrong, being the Head of Marketing of
a huge company does have its perks. But still...all I could dream of in my inebriated state was having his life!
Now, the Boss was one man who definitely had it good. Look at him...He had everything!! Loads of money,
good looks, that adds to the glam! His social groups included the rich and mighty. He partied with the new
Governor, a personal friend of his. He had a beautiful beach house. He was married to one of the most
beautiful women in the world. Rumors had it that he was even going at it with the wife one of the vice-
presidents of the company( The wife of the head of Logistics, I hear)
And yet....it seemed unfair. Why was he the Boss and not me? I remember twenty years ago, we were good
friends; teenagers with a big dream. A vision, that one day, we would make it big in the world. And by God,
did we manage it! But here’s the problem. Everyone knows that I’ve always been the smarter one. Everyone,
including him, knows that it was my brains that got the two of us to the top. And yet, for some inexplicable
reason, he was the Boss, and not me. I, on the other hand, was made to watch as he soared in the financial
circles. I was rich as well, no doubt about that, but just not as rich as him! While he was going around with a
multitude of gorgeous women, I had to go home late every night to my pregnant wife ( who, for some reason,
just didn’t seem to want me around any longer)
Why?
What had he done that I hadn’t??
And in one fell swoop, I made a decision. Enough was enough. For too long had I been the man in the
background; and I was sick of it. Perhaps it was the whisky that was doing this to me. Yet somehow, in that
haze of alcohol, things seemed crystal clear to me. It was time to take matters into my own hands. Everything
that he had rightfully belonged to me. And now was my chance to take it back.
Except for the two of us, the office was deserted. I opened my drawer and took out my prized possession.
Yes, there it was…a .45 Walther pistol. That really did bring back memories. It had originally been part of a
set of two. And guess who had the other one? Yes, twenty years ago, when we were still the best of friends,
the Boss and I had decided to pick up the set. As a token of our…well, brotherly love for each other. But why
go there? All that was important to me at the time was the fact that it was loaded.
I slowly made my way to his office. Everything seemed to happen so slow, and yet inexplicably , everything
was a blur. Everything else seemed pointless to me. All I knew was that I wanted blood. His blood.
I walked into his office. He was sitting right there at his desk, staring into space. I called out to him. He looked
up, and in his eyes I saw something strange…resentment. Odd! But I had more important things to take care
about. I raised the gun, and kept pulling the trigger.
By God, it was loud!! And surprisingly painful…I looked down, and watched the blood spurt out of my
chest…. This was not going to be fun.
Boss
Why him? Of all the women in the world , why did it have to be the wife of the man who brought me to the
top? The man, who as a boy, and shared a dream with me. A dream to make it big.
Everything had been going fine till last year. True, I had been overworking him, but for a reason. Having
mingled with all the right people, I knew some things that most others didn’t. The state needed a new
Governor, and They had asked me for a suggestion. And I had given his name. Sadly, to make him seem like a
viable candidate, he had to be tested. He had to prove that he could take the pressure. He couldn’t.
And then, as he turned to alcohol, I tried to help him. I went to his wife to see what we could do about
him. Oh God!! Everything went so wrong then…I couldn’t control myself. She was a beautiful woman, in
an unhappy marriage. They had been trying to have a child for a year, and it wasn’t going so well. She was
vulnerable, and I …like a fool, unwittingly took advantage of that…
When she told me she was pregnant, everything became clear to me. I wanted the life he had. It didn’t seem
fair. I was the richer one obviously, but it was his wife I fell in love with. I was so bloody jealous of him. He
had everything he needed. And I wanted it. I wanted to be able to father that child that was growing inside
of her. My child…
It seemed so unfair. I loved her, and he was the one who got to go home to her every night. He was the one
who got to kiss her when he got home. Not me… And why?? God alone knew.
All I knew was that I wanted him out of the way. That child would be mine, not his.
I realized what I had to do…and it wasn’t going to be easy. He had, after all been like a brother to me in the
past.
And then suddenly, he walked in. And I just lost it. I was mad at him, and I would make him pay. In a flash,
I had the drawer opened and I had taken out the Walther. I was going to sever every bond we had. I pulled
the trigger.
Funny…I never expected it to hurt so much. I watched as he fell slowly to the ground. And then, I noticed the
gun in his hand. My vision started to blur. Everything was going cold.
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eople turn purple with rage, red with shame, are unaffected by the petty crimes the world and
and green with envy at least once a day, its denizens commit around you, you might want to
and more than a handful of times a week. square your shoulders and learn to deal with it.
It’s statistically proven. Ok, maybe it’s not, but that Look for the good in everything, and also teach
doesn’t make it untrue, and I’m sure you could vouch others how to do it. More often than not, green eyed
for that. Shades of these emotions certainly make life monsters are usually big warm marshmallows inside,
more interesting, but while no one wants to lead a but with a baggage of low self esteem attached.
boring life, maybe living sinfully isn’t the solution. It’s
Counting our blessings and remembering that each
one thing to talk about the evil effects of these …! of us is unique is an amazingly simple gift we forget to
GASP! vices, and a whole another thing to live with give ourselves. We tend to get so involved in marking
them. our win against the others on that giant imaginary
Envy. scoreboard, that we forget that we aren’t even in a
Something we’ve all befriended, ever since we race.
saw our neighbor propping his Mac Book against This season, we stop the sins.
the dashboard of his BMW, or ever since we secretly This season, we turn our wasted minutes into useful
wished we too,could put away a cheeseburger and ones as we finally join that salsa class, or get that
fries along with a chocolate latte, and still look like A on our report card because we’ve kept ourselves
that amazingly fit friend (everyone has one of these busy and wonderfully so.
friends, everyone).
This season, we lock up our envy, and give that
Envy. friend of ours a high five while falling into step beside
It’s never pretty, and sometimes, it gets downright her during her morning jog. Maybe we even pass Mr.
ugly. Although it might be a bit of an ego boost when Hotshot neighbour and his car, enroute, and flash
you know someone secretly envies you, it’s not so him a smile. And just maybe, that classmate who
much fun when above mentioned person decides always picked on us for being a Harry Potter nerd will
to indulge in a little behind- the- back slander or ask us if we’d like to go watch Deathly Hallows: Part
_______(insert backstabbing activity of choice here). 1 with them next week. After all, what goes around
After all, ‘Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders comes around.
spite, and spite spawns lies.’ This season, we shed the green.
Unless your skin is as thick as dragon hide and you
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aslow rightly lists food as one of man’s cardinal needs. But excesses always lead to complications,
gastronomic disorders by natural extension. Greed has already been established as a Sin, Gluttony
is merely its subset. And if you think that Gluttony doesn’t merit any debit, on the scales of Karma,
then have a look at Dudley Dursley.
Famous Harry Potter’s not-so-famous cousin. What comes to your mind immediately when I say his name?
Yeah, he eats a lot. So does Augustus Gloop from Charlie & The Chocolate Factory. But our liaison with Dudley
is a little longer and so is the list of evidence of his gluttony. His only claim to fame is “achieving what he had
been threatening to do since the age of five – grow wider than he is taller”.
Dinky Duddydums may not have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but he most definitely had a
spoon in his mouth! Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia left no stone unturned
in satiating their precious boy. Really, which parent wouldn’t install a TV in
the kitchen because the apple of their eye felt that the refrigerator was too
far away? The resultant physique may have landed him a spot on his school
boxing team but the Smeltings nurse sure did notice that he had “roughly
reached the size and proportion of a baby whale”.
Aunt Petunia could swear that it was nothing but puppy fat and Uncle
Vernon may have pronounced the new diet as ‘rabbit food’, but they should
have seen it coming. Big D took up an entire side of the table for himself,
even more so when sulking over his pitiful meal of celery and cottage cheese.
But let us give him a little credit. His gluttony transcends all tastes and he is
perfectly capable of displaying a longing for something as unappetizing as
Uncle Vernon’s share of grapefruit in his “sour, piggy eyes”.
What a big appetite! How about a tongue to go along with it? Yeah,
remember Fred’s Ton-Tongue Toffee? A sweet pay-back. Even though he’s
perfectly aware of his parents’ aversion to some of “their lot”, he can’t stop himself from picking up anything
that’s edible, wizard-made or otherwise. He’d probably eat out of Voldemort’s palm, even! But he can’t help
it, it’s in the poor chap’s nature.
And he has his parents to thank for this. Even though the Dursleys never actually starved Harry, they always
seemed to feed Dudley more than enough for himself and Harry combined. Even during the diet regime, Harry
was given his customary, pitiful helping because making sure that he got less to eat than Dudley seemed to
be help pull Dudley out of the ‘gloom’ brought on by the diet. And he’s known no other way since childhood,
so he thinks it’s perfectly fine. It’s sad to see that his own parents are responsible for nurturing this Sin.
But old Dudders turned out to be okay in the end. True, his other traits are grossly overshadowed by
his love for food. Remember Harry’s first reaction to Honeydukes was imagining Dudley’s first reaction to
Honeydukes? It is difficult to move past that, but even spoilt brats are capable of human emotions and so is
our little Popkin. The consequences of Gluttony are almost laughable when compared to those of other Sins.
Obesity, big fat paunches, but again there are slimming pills and gyms to take care of that! In my opinion
however, what should really be deemed as Undesirable Number 1 is, being a pig *ahem* *Hagrid* *cough*
*cough*

“Shoot all the bluejays you want but remember to look through a child’s eyes, to place evidence
it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird”
a Negro, Tom Robinson’s words, would be asking
for too much.
As the story progresses one grows along with
the characters, and is given an opportunity to
view a white man’s pride, the primary cause of
racism, through a child’s eyes. What stands out,
however, is that Scout’s and Jem’s lives are not
primarily defined by the problems they face and
lessons they learn while Tom’s case progresses.
Rather, it is just a part that helps in their growing
up and forming values and beliefs.
It’s a deeply moving and compassionate book
that makes one realise that sometimes we need
over pride, to see the unfairness of racial

S
et in the 1930s in the sleepy town of discrimination, and to know why it is a sin, to kill
Maycomb, To kill a mockingbird, is, a mockingbird.
essentially, a simple story about growing
up. Woven delicately into this, is an epic about
racism, and its effects on the society. It is,
however, not a blunt, in-your-face description
of the immorality of racism. However, through
the eyes of Jean Louise Finch(Scout), the author
profoundly, yet gently, describes the sheer lack of
reason and logic to a white man’s pride in his so-
called superior race and the unfairness a Negro
faces in a racist society.
Scout and her older brother Jeremy Louise
Finch (Jem) live with their father, Atticus Finch,
a lawyer. When Atticus is required to defend a
Negro, in a rape-accusation case, he realises that
the following months would reveal, to him and
his children, the cruel and prejudiced side of the
people of Maycomb. While he knows that even
though logic and evidence is on the defendant’s
side, convincing and expecting a jury to deliver a
verdict against a white man, Bob Ewell, based on
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o one can eat just one. Simple. Brilliant.
For one who has always been an admirer
of genius marketing campaign slogans,
this one in particular stood out the year it was
coined. Coupled with a catchy jingle that’s a
blink and a miss, this slogan for Lays potato chips
caught the fancy of millions across the nation.

It’s appeal lies in its simplicity. Whether or not we choose to acknowledge it, fact is we all hate
sharing good food. Add greed to selfishness and you’ve got a knock out marketing strategy. It’s as
simple as that. Greed and Gluttony go hand in hand, add a catchy jingle to that and you have the
holy trinity of food ad campaigns. But why do we need to pay attention to a simple advertisement?
Because it’s one in a long list of commodities sold, targeting the greedy child in you. Don’t take my
word for it. Think about it. Take shoes for instance. You apparently don’t need just the one pair, you
need separate pair to run, a pair to walk, a pair to work, a pair for yoga and so on. Don’t even get me
started on footwear for women. Shoes to match your eyes, shoes to match your top, shoes to match
that cute kitten you chanced upon on an exotic holiday! Just one example. And if that didn’t make an
impression here’s everyone’s favourite - Greek Mythology.
King Midas was the ruler of Pessinus. He found Silenus and returned him to Bacchus. You don’t need
to know who they are. Long story short, Bacchus asked him to wish for anything, Midas asked for the
power to turn anything to gold upon touching it.
So here you have a prosperous monarch, with all the wealth in the world who wants to turn everything
around him to gold. Just like a child who always dreams of a room full of candy. Predictably, his food
and drinks turned to gold, so did his daughter. Yeah food, drinks and daughter in one sentence, I’m
insensitive, bite me!
Is greed really a sin? Isn’t our greed for knowledge the reason why the human race is at the pinnacle
of the evolutionary tree? One may sugar coat it and call it the thirst for knowledge but it is what it is -
greed. It’s greed that helped man invent the wheel. It’s greed that pushed him to invent an engine to
power his wheel. From a primitive bicycle to a Boeing jet, from a telegraph machine to a Blackberry
every product that makes our lives easier to live is a direct product of our insatiable desire for more.
Take technology for instance. There was a time when we were content with cassette players or
walkmans as they were called. Then came Discmans and before people figured them out - hello
MP3! But a simple MP3 player wasn’t going to be enough. Of course not. We needed a click wheel.
We needed a screen.
“Alright, the iPod it is then. “
“Oh no wait, it’s too bulky.
“Fine, you may have the iPod Nano but that’s it. “
“No, too many buttons.”
“Ok the iTouch.”
“But I can’t make calls”
“You ingrate, iPhone should do the trick.”
“No Bluetooth?”
”New iPhone.”
“But it’s not as functional as my PC.”
“Stick to your PC then. “
“What if I’m on the move.”
“Mac Book. “
“Too many buttons.”
“Fine.....only cause you said please..”
“But I didn’t...”
“Just go with the flow ok? Here’s the iPad!”
“But it’s too big....and I can’t make calls...” “aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhh”
So we’re all as greedy as God apparently felt we would be. We’re all sinners and are all destined for
hell. Where’s the moral you ask? Come on you greedy prick, how much do you want from a simple
essay? And as a parting thought....does hell have an Imax screen? Avatar’s just not the same without
one!

1. HYPOCRISY ABOUT - YOU KNOW WHAT!

2. TWILIGHT
3.SHOPPING
4. SCREECHING
5. LOOSE LONG CLOTHES
6. HINDI DRAMAS (HUSBANDS ARE NOT SAARIS, YOU DONT CHANGE ‘EM EVERYDAY
:P)
7. CRYING

PERIOD. WE DON’T EVEN HAVE TO GIVE AN EXPLANATION DO WE.

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icolas Paul Stéphane Sarközy de Nagy-Bocsa, current President of France and ex-officio Coprince of
Andorra was born in 1955 to a Hungarian immigrant couple in the city of Paris. A “Rockstar” among
presidents, President Nicolas Sarközy is an idealist, known for trying to improve the French work
ethic, trying to improve the French economy and trying to bring about an end to intolerance. Whether he
succeeds or not will only be known after the national elections to be held 2 years later.
Nicolas was born to a young couple, Pál Sárközy and Andrée Mallah in 17th arrondissement of Paris on the
28th of January 1955. Being as it were, a posh area, young Nicolas grew up in wealthy surroundings without
any material wants. He had with him two brothers for company, Guillaume, born in 1951, and François, born
in 1957. Young Nicolas’ life had every chance of being very pleasant. He was descended from Hungarian
nobility from his father’s side and from an intellectual Jewish family from his mother’s side. Neither of his
parents were lacking in money. He went to a state school and then was sent to a private school, where he got
his baccalauréat. He entered military service, as was befitting a member of the nobility and then passed the
bar as a graduate of business and family law. He was one of Silvio Berlusconi’s top French advocates. Now for
the fine print.
For those of you who do not know, the reason young Nicolas was even sent to a private school was because
he failed his sixième, an exam one gives at the age of 11 to 12. Naturally, he could neither be shifted to
another state school nor could he drop a year. He just had to be shifted to a private school. He somehow
managed to scrape through secondary school and graduate. For his military service, he joined the air-force as
a part-time air-force cleaner. A job befitting nobility anywhere in the world. After graduating, he entered the
Institut d’Études Politiques de Paris, better known as Sciences Po, (1979–1981) but failed to graduate due to
an insufficient command of the English language. All this time, young Nicolas maintained that his behaviour
was due to actions of his father.
Nicolas Sarközy went on to become leader of the Union for a popular movement (UMP). He has served
as Minister of the Interior and as Minister of Finance for France under Chirac and Raffarin. He was, before
assuming any of these posts, a Minister of Budget under the RPR government, president of the General
council of the Hauts-de-Seine department from 2004 to 2007 and mayor of Neuilly-sur-Seine, one of the
wealthiest communes of France, from 1983 to 2002.
He is known for being a skilled orator as well as for his charismatic personality. He is also said to be more
pro-US and pro-Israeli than most French Politicians.
 However, Sarkö is not a “Rockstar” because of any virtue described above. Like a true Frenchman, his image
stems from his many, and highly publicised, relationships with women. A description of the life and lusts of
Nicolas Sárközy follows.
Sarközy married his first wife, Marie-Dominique Culioli, on 23 September 1982. A charming lady, she was
the daughter of a pharmacist from Vico. She met him, fell in love with him and married him while he was
a newly-elected councillor to Neuilly. The couple had two sons, Pierre and Jean. They lived happily for two
years, a happy, loving family. Unfortunately, the bliss was not to last. Nicolas’ libido was simply waiting to
spring up again. And spring up it did, as he presided over the marriage of Cécilia Ciganer-Albéniz and Jacques
Martin in his capacity of Mayor of Neuilly.
Marie-Dominique Sarközy knew nothing about the thoughts roving in her husband’s head. She befriended
Cécilia and the two women grew very close. They went out to fancy restaurants together with their husbands,
raised their children together and did other things a pair of close lady
friends would do. She never even suspected the real reason behind
Cécilia’s friendship. It took the poor woman until 1988 to realise that
her husband and Cécilia were having an affair. The discovery took place
in the Alpine resort of Megeve where the two couples had gone skiing.
Marie-Dominique knocked on Cécilia’s door and was met with the
sound of scuffling feet. When she looked out the window of Cécilia’s
room, she found Sarkö’s footsteps in the snow. Poor Sarkö, caught in
the act. But give him some credit, Sarkö took it like a man should. He
convinced Cécilia to leave her husband and come to him, which she
did.
At this moment, let us pause to see the exchange Sarközy made. He
swapped Marie-Dominique for Cécilia. Marie-Dominique was a small
town girl with a rustic, rural touch about her. A native of Vico, Corsica,
she could not hold Sarkö’s interest for long. Compare her to Cécilia,
who was a former model and a public relations officer. No comparison.
No indeed. Sarkö’s mind was made up. He made his choice.
From 1988, Sarkö associated himself with Cécilia, who was lovestruck
enough to actually divorce her husband thee months after she left him.
The couple stayed together, Marie-Dominique safely out of their lives. The golden years of Cécilia’s life begun
here. Apparently, she was enough for Sarkö, for no new reports of affairs stem up from this period in his life.
He progressed politically, he was satisfied with his new girl, but for some curious reason, he did not divorce
his first wife until 1996, after which he immediately married Cécilia. In 1997, she bore him a baby boy, Louis.
His union complete, Sarkö seemed to stabilize, growing in political stature. He went from ministry to ministry,
ministry to ministry, finally ending up at the top post itself, that of the president of France.
But as he went up the ladder, Sarkö’s thoughts turned elsewhere. Or rather, back to where they belonged.
‘Cécilia’s getting boring....’ His thoughts turned to his bed and he began scouting for other talented women.
With great power comes great responsibility. Oops! Sarkö misread the quote. With great power come many
women.
But Sarkö, for all his academic failure was a very cunning guy. When he was a Minister, Cécilia Sarközy had an
office next to his, serving as his close adviser. In 2002, she was appointed to the Office of the Ministry of the
Interior. In 2005 she was appointed Chief of Staff for the UMP Party. He heaped political offices on her, hoping
to keep her busy while he had his fun. He even took out statements claiming Cécilia was his Achilles heel and
that they would forever be together and that she was his soulmate and all that talk. However, Sarkö’s cover
was blown when it was reported that he was having an affair with a reporter by the name of Anne Fulda in
2005.
Apparently, Cécilia knew about it as well, because there came an article in the Swiss newspaper Le Matin
expounding on her affair with Richard Attias head of Publicis in New York. Way to go Cécilia! You beat the
man at his own game!
Sarkö threw a tantrum at that. He sued the paper for its “accusations of private nature”. But their bubbles
had burst. He knew that he was not interested in her, and she knew that he was not the one for her. She went
as far as calling Attias her true love. All this was too much for Sarkö. On 15 October 2007 he divorced Cécilia
and began scouting around for another partner. It took him four months to get married again. Carla Bruni
must have been as desperate as he was. Or maybe it was the power of the president’s title which attracted
her, she’s known to have been attracted to powerful men.
His marriage to Carla Bruni was the main highlight of his first term in office. Of course, protests and roadblocks
are quite common in the land of the French Revolution, so the blockade of the country (twice) doesn’t really
count. A President who divorces his wife in office and has a four month whirlwind romance before marrying
an Italian pop-star of international fame? Yeah! That’s what we French want!
But Carla Bruni’s supposed to be a tigress herself. With 9 affairs under her (ahem!) belt, she was not one to
be satisfied with monogamy. What is Sarkö compared to Mick Jagger and Eric Clapton? Yeah, everyone knows
the answer. It seems she’s already set the rules for their marriage. Both parties are currently reported to be
engaged in extramarital affairs, according to some allegations on Twitter.
At this point, we must return to one part of the story we have deliberately overlooked. No, not the reactions
of his ex-wives, we can guess those. Remember Sarkö had a father, with whom his relationship while growing
up is central to who he is today? Well, in 1959, Pál Sárközy left his wife and remarried three times. He had two
more children, Nicolas’ half brothers. He refused to give any financial help to his ex-wife and children, nor did
he even visit Nicolas frequently. “What made me who I am now is the sum of all the humiliations suffered
during childhood.” Says Sarkö, who felt inferior to his classmates blessed with kind fathers. Yeah, poor Sarkö.
We can feel your pain.
I lie silent, witnessing the cries around me
Pray, what can I do?
I have no political clout.
I am just one hapless person.
The cries get louder
The children are in pain.
Nay, don’t look at me, reader
I am but one hapless person.
Mother, why should I shoulder
The problems of the world
Mustn’t I enjoy the life you’ve given me?
What good came anyway
Of Suu Kyi , Mandela and Gandhi
The world will get more like them, mother
But not me, oh please not me
I want to enjoy this life
I am but a weak and hapless person.
The hooker on the streets
She chose the life
She slept with the ragamuffin
Why should I care?
The NGOs- They will take care of her
I know they can
They will.
What can I do?
Just one hapless person?
The world is changing, ma
It’s getting warmer
The ice caps are melting
What can I do, ma?
I do care, well, maybe a little
But it’s too hot, ma
I need the AC
And I can’t travel in those buses
Jesus, no, I need the car
You see ma?
I’m trying
But what can I do?
I am but one hapless person
I know this world is also mine, my sweet
But what can I do?
There are too many problems that we face
In 2012, we’re probably going to die anyway
What’s the point?
I ain’t standing for no elections.
I don’t want to be no whistleblower
I am just an ordinary human being.
I see the problem.
We’re self-destructing.
But I am no scientist.
I don’t have the trigger in my hand.
I am spiraling downwards, like the rest of our race.
But what can I do?
I am after all
Just one, ordinary, hapless person.
 precious energy on lifting his head.
“Atlas, a man of his word, the epitome of endurance!”,
he heard a cheerful voice say, which, in spite of his
disarrayed state, recognized as that of Prometheus,
his brother. Atlas began to wonder why Prometheus
decided to pay Atlas a visit, assuming of course that
this was not a hallucination, a possibility that hadn’t
entirely deserted Atlas’s mind. Prometheus spoke,
“When brother, would you give up? When would
you realize that this burden is not yours to bear? Let
go brother and come with me.” Silence ensued as
Atlas debated on whether his brother’s words were
worthy of the energy spent on a reply. “I do it because
I can.” said Atlas. Prometheus laughed, a hollow

B
eads of sweat trickled down his back as laugh, which echoed long after the he stopped. An
he struggled to hold posture. Days turned eerie silence of the infinity of space which followed,
to months, months to years and decades, unsettled both the brothers. It was first broken by
but the weight bearing down on his shoulders only Prometheus, “Because you can? That’s your excuse
grew. Despite the incessant weight on his shoulders for having spent close to eternity bearing the weight
the single thought running thorough this mind of the skies on your shoulders?” “ Because I can.”
throughout the years was not about the pain or the Atlas repeated. “And because no one else can.” he
lack of companions, but pride, in defying all odds continued.”I don’t need an excuse to do what is right.
and managing to keep his honor. Every single time You, a sly thief are judging me for what I do, for my
the weight seemed too much to bear or when it actions, which any man would see as noble and moral?
seemed to slip from his fingers, he was tempted to It’s my turn to laugh! And come with you? Where to,
let go, maybe not forever, just a brief pause perhaps. may I ask? Need my help in another scheme of your?
He most definitely deserved it, he reasoned with Is that the purpose of this encounter?” Atlas asked,
himself. But he knew that a moment’s pause was all finally looking up, straight into Prometheus’s eyes.
it took for worlds to come crashing down taking all Prometheus sighed and said, “I did not steal out of
his years of toil with him. He had no choice, he told greed. I was once like you. I thought it was unjust of
himself, but to rally own, straining every muscle to a the Olympians to not share their knowledge of the
point where he was sure they would burst, spending fire with humans. All my attempts to reason it out
every ounce of energy he could muster. with the Olympians were futile, which inevitably led
me to my act of thievery. I stole, not out of greed
He thought he heard someone call out his name. It
or malice, but with the most noblest intentions, the
couldn’t be, he told himself, must be the exhaustion
same as yours, to help man. I gave them the gift of
playing tricks with his mind. He heard it again, this
fire. I saw them flourish. And then I saw the same
time however it seemed too real to be just voices
fire engulf them. Their greed consuming them slowly,
in his head. However even if there was someone
spreading like fire, it’s flames turning everything
calling out his name, he was not willing to spend any
to ash. It’s not the greed of those who were able
or those who could, those like you and me, but
the greed of the parasites, those that fed off our
abilities. Their idea of nobility and morality nurtured
this vicious cycle. The burden of stupidity fell on
the intellect, and they bore it! Carrying them along
on all their endeavors, holding on to the idea that
it’s their moral duty to do so, despite the incessant
increase in their number. They toiled on, just like you
are now, only to be consumed. All of them. Those
that believed that the quality of their work was their
religion, were consumed by the rest of the world.
Atlas, don’t make the same mistake they did. Their
greed consumed them, the lack of it will consume
you. Come with me dear brother. The strong shall
no longer bear the burden of the weak. I’m leaving
this universe, along with a few of the ancients, to set
up a new Atlantis. A land where morality is defined
Mother, don’t get mad at me
For not addressing you as dear
It’s not that I don’t love you
It’s because of my story that you didn’t wish to hear.
I haven’t seen you since I got into jail
Five years ago, I wished to tell you why I’m here
I wished to tell you why I went wrong
You didn’t see me off ma, I failed and so I shed my
tear.
The police wanted reason; the judge demanded
explanation,
but I didn’t give them, mother, I didn’t give them
any
Because I don’t care if they know or not...I want you
to know
That my roots were strong but the fault lied in the
stem.
And now mother, I’ll be dying soon
So, you have no option but to hear
That why I punished that naughty kid
Why I landed here...
He stole the little treasure I saved for you
He stole it from right under my nose
as each man’s pursuit of happiness, reason the only
absolute and achievement his religion.”
The silence that followed was almost deafening.
Atlas was unsure of his own thoughts, as the sheer
gravity of the exchange bore down on him. He
closed his eyes in an attempt to gain a perspective
on the things that had been said. In the silence that
ensured, even sound rustle of the sweat bead as it
rolled down Atlas’s back was audible. As Atlas opened
his eyes trying to gauge what Prometheus expected
of him, he realized Prometheus was nowhere to
be seen. Atlas called out his name, in vain. As he
began to wonder if this was trickery of his brain or
that of Prometheus, an elaborate plan where Atlas
would now abandon the skies and go in his pursuit,
he realized that the burden of the conversation, real
or imaginary exceeded the weight of the skies. And
Atlas….shrugged.
I gave him a chance...he asked for it
But on his refusal, I had to give him his dose.
The police didn’t catch me, it was I who surrendered
Because of guilt and repent from acting on impulse,
I wish you saw how brave I was, mother
But now I wish that you’d cry on my fading pulse.
I have no time to spare, I’m dying
I wish I could see you just one last time
But if I fail to do that too
I hope we’ll settle our differences through this
rhyme.
Once I die, bury me close, close to your heart
And please pray for me
For me to rest in peace...remember me as your son
who
Wished to help his mother in times of misery.
Blended from a poisoned soul,
A bloodless hand and sightless eyes;
His mammoth fury takes its toll -
Another non-believer dies.

The rigid prism of his mind

Shatters light that is but one.
He matches color with his kind
Reducing the others to none.

Spread the faith, wise believer,

Excite soul to ecstasy.
You can surely kill another
Before divine heresy.

Plague the world, noble believer

Lock the open mind with key.
Bar the stray paths, keep no other;
Other than the one you see.

Shoulders cold and tongue ablaze

He spreads the word he calls divine:
“Follow me into the maze
Where you break free from me and mine!”

No more is he alone in quest,

In preaching words with actions cruel.
The cause revered by all the rest -
Each a believer under his rule.
Zodiac: Sagittarius,
Hometown: Baswada, Rajasthan (near Udaipur)
however now I live in Ratlam.
Music: No particular choice, prefer hindi music
though.
Dance: Contemporary, my favorite dancer is MJ.
Movies: Titanic, Comedy, Romance preferably.
Hobbies: Dancing ( have been dancing for as long as I
remember.), music, hanging out with friends.
Sports: Badminton, basketball, like watching football
and my favorite is Sachin Tendulkar.
Food: Chinese, pizzas, chaat, frankies etc. ( basically
junk food.)
Fashion: I like traditional clothes, different styles
with saaris.
How has school and college life been in general:
Till 10th was an all rounder (tried everything), 11-12 only studied, college-readjusting.
About you: Friendly, fun to be with, kiddish.
Concept of Masti: Teasing people, exploring new places and types of food.
Friends are: People who know more about me than myself, someone I can trust.
Memorable moments: 1. Won the special cadet award in the RDC camp and partied with great people.
2. Birthdays celebrations (all are special)
Embarrassing Moment: Very few, don’t really remember. However this interview sure is one and photo
sessions. I don’t like remembering bad times.
First Crush: A society friend in 11th class, an awesome singer and guitarist.
Ideal mate: Loyal, caring, good personality, handsome and smart.
Ideal date: It should raining, go for a long walk, get drenched and dance. Also there should be flowers (red
& white roses)
Kill a person: Don’t hate anyone.
Changes you would want to see in BPHC: 1. More sports facilities for girls.
2. Continuous evaluation should be removed.
Message to BPHC: study less, lesser CGPA enjoy the college life.
Message to the World: Peace!! Peace, peace..!!
People whom you admire: Supriya (elder cousin)
My father.
Q. WHAT IS YOUR COMPANY ALL ABOUT? WHAT DOES IT DO? WHO ARE THE FOUNDING MEMBERS?
A. There were three of us from BITS-Pilani, Sudarshan and Charan. Sudarshan looks at operation and Charan
handles technology.
What we do is basically bus ticketing. We leverage technology through the internet. We have three divisions
–Web based ticketing. We sell bus tickets online. We also have a call centre where customer can enquire
regarding availability of tickets and book tickets. Delivery boys deliver these tickets to customers. Finally,
a software division – here we lease software to bus operators and they pay us for the usage of this “seat
selling” software - as we have access to all the seats available on all the buses, we provide the seat availability
information to our competitors for a price. We operate about 10,000 buses every day spread over 15 states
and 700 bus operators.
Q. What made you start this company? What first gave you this idea?
A. I got the initial idea in the Diwali of 2005. I was in Bangalore and wanted to travel to Hyderabad, so I went to
a regular travel agent. He made a few calls and told me that no seats were available. I asked him to try calling
other bus operators but he said that he had no dealings with them. I went to some other agents, who after
making some calls told me the same thing. So, I was stuck for the long weekend in Bangalore. This pushed me
to go to the bus operators. What I found out was that all bookings were done using a pen and paper method.
A travel agent would not know all the bus operators. He would call them up by phone and ask whether seats
were available. The whole system was flawed. I thought, why not set up a computer system and make the
information available to everyone. When I told my idea to the bus operators they appreciated it.
Q. How difficult was it to start up? Did you encounter any set-backs? How did you deal with them?
A. The initial thing was software. Even though we were engineering students, we graduated with a B.E. in
Electronics. We knew C, but none of the other programming languages like Java etc. We learnt whatever we
could through books and started developing the software. It took us 4-5 months to create the software. This
was the first hurdle. Then when we approached the bus operators with the software, they were not willing
to buy it. Now this was a huge challenge for us. Initially these people had said this was a good idea but now
they were not willing to buy the software.
We weren’t sure what to do next. We approached TIE, a non-profit organisation which helps entrepreneurs.
If you came up with a good idea you could approach them and they will help you. So we went to them with
our problem, and the mentors there were really helpful. They told us that these are the kind of problems
were faced by entrepreneurs everyday. There is a huge resistance to change. People don’t change unless
there is some major problem. So find out that problem. So we started searching for this big problem and
figured out that selling tickets was the real problem and that was what mattered to the people. So we started
selling tickets on the internet. Once the volume started picking up, the bus operators approached us and
started using our software.
q. What were the sources of finance you could leverage?
A. We were already working for 3 years and used our savings for the set up. After 4-5 months we got an
investment from a venture capital fund. This gave us three crores.
Q. How will your work affect the masses?
A. I cannot exactly say masses but this is having an impact. The whole bus industry has changed. It has become
more transparent. As a customer, it’s very easy for you to book seats. You can know the seat availability,
compare prices, and choose the buses you want. Also now you don’t need to go to the travel agent causing
less fuel wastage. If we booked 8000 seats a day, let’s say earlier the customer travelled one km up and one
km down. So everyday 16000 km of fuel is saved! Even if Rs. 5 is spent on one km then the total would be Rs.
80,000 every day!
Q. Where do you see yourself after 5 years? What are your plans for the future?
A. We want to grow and expand our business. We want to achieve 10 times of what we are now. Then only
would we be along with the big companies. 80,000 seats a day is not something small.
Q. Any tips for upcoming entrepreneurs?
A. They should find a good mentor and trust him.
Initially when you get an idea, you don’t know how
to implement it. The mentor tells you what to do and
how to do it. I think this is the critical advice I would
give. A good mentor would be one who has started
a company from scratch and built it. He/She can be
anyone, irrespective of the domain. Since start-ups are
innovative you wouldn’t find two start ups to be similar
(when i asked him who his mentor was -he siad “sanjay
anand,worked in wipro .he is the founder of two
companies .you can google him up”)
Q. What lesson do you think people should take from
college?
A. One of the important things is to have a big friends
circle and retaining all of them. You learn a lot from your friends. You learn how to tolerate people, figure out
who is going to help you in the time of need. You learn people management skills. And a company is nothing
but people. If you don’t know how to manage people you can’t manage a company. People should participate
in all cultural and social activities, like clubs for instance. You should try to take up leadership positions. I was
head of DOPY in Pilani. I had to make people work for me without salaries. People would have tests, other
activities etc. but you had to get them to produce something. You would learn to experiment and when
something becomes successful, your belief will increase. I use what I learnt there even today.
What are your favourite memories?
Presently the only thing I can remember is DOPY. I really love my college. In DOPY, we used to go out every
semester on a trip. There was a rule that the ratio of girls to boys would be equal. From selections to excursions,
this rule was always applied. We would go out to new places. As the head, I organised 3-4 trips. Booking the
buses, hotel arrangements, I had to organise a lot of things. And everyone would have to listen to me. Those
times were memorable. I have tons of pictures of them and I look at them even now.
Q. Any such belief as a “formula for success”?
For a company to be successful, many things would need to happen simultaneously. You need your suppliers
right, you need your workers right, and you need the competition to be wrong.
Even if a things few fail, everything fails. So I thinks that if the no. of positives is more than the no. of
negatives, then you are most likely to be successful. I am saying “likely” not “will be”.
 The sound of anklets echoed through the dark Draupadi, she was to be. She would live to be the
corridors of her mansion. As she ran through the queen of the earth. She would marry five men, each
halls to see who her suitors were, the walls looked one a noble warrior, yet she wouldn’t love a single
at her in awe - joy wasn’t a very common expression one of them. Her words would drive them into action;
in that castle. She could have counted the number of the greatest battle in history would thus be fought.
times she’d laughed out loud, or spoken to anyone, She would be the reason why a thousand women
or been happy in general. Krishnaa was an unwanted would be widowed on the plains of Kurukshetra. She
child, too dark and too ungraceful to be a princess. would also be Sairandhri, a chambermaid. She would
Her brother loved her, but the tender touch of a be gambled away. She would be humiliated in public
mother, she never knew. and would spend her days in a forest far away from
Krishnaa had been born to change the world. She royalty and excesses. After all of this, she would die
was told that she alone would be more powerful alone. Those she lived with wouldn’t love her, and
than all the warriors alive. As she ran through the those she loved would be too far away.
main corridor now, she wondered who indeed would What she did not know then was that the sands of
be the man who would hold her hand, the hand of time had changed patterns, with that one decision to
destiny itself. Would he be strong, with eyes that fall in love with the wrong man. She would humiliate
burned fiercely? Would he be dark, like her? Would it him, just to deceive her husbands and hide her true
be Arjun, the most powerful man on earth, or would feelings for him. The more she longed for him, the
it be Duryodhan? For reasons she didn’t know yet, further he would be gone onto the enemy’s side.
she hoped it would be neither. As she kept looking at him, blissfully ignorant of
The minstrel was exhausted. He had shown the what would happen, she scorned at the words
princess thousands of pictures of suitors from all over of the chambermaid who had once told her that
the world, but there she sat with her characteristic love is complicated. If only she knew then that she
pout. No one had so much as gotten a second glance had committed the greatest of all sins at that very
from her. In a final attempt, he took out the one last moment, would she have done things differently?
portrait he had. He had been forbidden from bringing For falling in love had been quick, painless and
the picture, let alone showing it to her. But he had no simple. Falling out of it, however, would be another
choice. issue.
Time lost its significance as she sat looking at
that picture. The man wasn’t dark. He certainly did
not have fierce eyes. In fact, they looked like deep
pools of melancholy. Yet, there was an arrogant air
about the man; the look of someone who has been
through a lot, but knows that he can survive. It was
in that seemingly endless span of time that she fell
in love with him. He was the eldest of the Pandavas,
abandoned so early that he knew not of a mother,
except as someone to be loathed. He was Karna,
and she did not know then that she would never be
allowed to marry him.
D
avid Fincher is the man who gave us Fight
Club, Panic Room, The Curious Case of
Benjamin Button and The Social Network.
While all these are critically acclaimed films, Se7en is
probably his best work to date.
Se7en is a grisly, dark and horrifying thriller that grips
the viewer from beginning to end. It is disturbing to
the point of being hard to digest for most people. It
tells the story of two detectives, one on the verge
of retirement (William Somerset, played by Morgan
Freeman) and the other at the start of his career
(David Mills, played by Brad Pitt). They are partnered
for their first case together, to investigate a series of
killings based on the seven deadly sins. The movie’s
opening credits are set to a remix of Nine Inch Nails’
“Closer”, which sets the depressing mood for the
film.
The movie constantly sends shivers down the
viewer’s spine, depicting the grisly murders based on
the Sins. A fat man is forced to eat himself to death
(for the crime of Gluttony), a model’s face is disfigured
and she is given a choice between help and suicide
(for the crime of Pride at her own beauty), another
man is barely kept alive for an entire year (Sloth).
Lust and Greed have equally disturbing murders to
their names. These scenes are about as graphic as a
commercial film would allow, and are certainly not
for the faint hearted.
As the story progresses and the detectives get closer
to the killer, the feeling of tension becomes stronger.
The scene where the killer’s books and notes are
revealed is spine-chilling, offering an insight into the
his twisted mind. In the midst of these scenes, there
is a faint glimmer of hope in the scenes involving
Mills’ wife (Gwyneth Paltrow) confiding in Somerset.
These scenes flesh out both characters wonderfully,
and Morgan Freeman plays his role to perfection,
showing why he is one of the top actors in the world
today.
The film is gloomy throughout. The visuals are
brilliant for the value that they add to the film. The
story takes place in an unnamed city where nothing
works properly - pipes are leaky, buildings are dingy
and dark (the only light is from the flashlights of the
detectives) and when the lights do work, they cast
small, wan pools of light which serve only to depress
the viewer even more. It is perpetually raining. These
touches are rarely ever noticed by viewers, however
do a brilliant job of (subconsciously) preserving the
mood of the movie. The dialogue in the film deserves
special praise. Morgan Freeman’s lines seem tailor-
made for him (or is he tailor-made for them?)
Brad Pitt, Gwyneth Paltrow and Morgan Freeman
have put in top performances for this film. The entire
film is brilliant; however, the final half-hour will
simply blows you away. The hunted serial killer (an
uncredited role) makes an appearance with a role
that makes Pitt and Freeman look small. He carries
the rest of the film on his shoulders. He is revealed as
a scarily twisted psychopath with an equally twisted
plan for the finale. The ending is one which should
not be missed, and definitely goes down as one of
the greatest in movie history.
all, Se7en is a scary, twisted but nonetheless
brilliantly-made film that is a must-watch for any
movie fan. Watch this one from beginning to end
without any breaks, for that is how it is meant to be
watched. It will leave you in awe.
 This is a normal story about a boy and a some depressed and some whose emotions were
girl... not shown in their faces. It was paradise for an artist
who wanted to depict a million emotions in one
Remember the day when you first met the love canvas. After a few minutes the wave segregated to
of your life? You must have enjoyed the moment their respective rooms...no rush, no tension... only
... She was like an angel straight from the heavens. excitement of the first day of the year.
Her smile, bright as sunshine, her hair, bouncing in
the air like feathers, her face, glowing like the moon, Brad had English for his first hour. He looked around
all coming together to enslave you to this emotion sitting in the second bench of the third row. He
called love. preferred to sit near the door, so that he could come
in and get out faster (atleast that’s what he told
Well this story is different- it is not your normal love his friends). Miss Beth, a tall, fairly beautiful young
story. brunette in her late twenties, with a slight British
Brad was your normal average high school guy. accent, his English teacher said “Good Morning
By average I mean the studious kind of guy who everybody”, as soon as she entered the class.
is typically not that well built and has a lot of Miss Beth asked everyone to settle down just like
great friends whom he looks upto - AVERAGE. He every other teacher in the school did at that time.
was nothing special, never stood out at anything She arranged some papers on her table and took out
although tried a hand at almost everything. He had a sheet from her file and scurried through it. Leaning
no particular talent that one would point out but all gently onto the table she scanned the class looking
in all he was a good guy. for someone specific. Finally someone caught her
His school saw a lot of new admissions that year- the eye and she suddenly stopped. With a gentle wave
year that made his life... different. Amongst the fresh of her hand, which was an abode of long lean fingers
heads that showed up for the year was Angelina- with nice red nail polish, she asked someone to come
your typically average girl. By average I think you to the front of the class, “Angelina please come here
know what I mean by now. AVERAGE. dear and introduce yourself to the class.”
The school bell rang and wave of students Brad was busy setting his table ready with Romeo
responded by coming in through the doors. They and Juliet and a notebook. He searched his breast
were all different from one another – some short, pocket for a pen, but couldn’t find one. He swore to
some tall, some dark, some fair, some acting cool, himself for forgetting the pen and turned around to
Ric to borrow one. miss her, instead he felt happy for her. “I feel happy
Meanwhile Angelina was making her way through for you. Let’s keep in touch...” he wanted to hug her
the class to the front. She started, “Hello everyone, I and then break out. He didn’t withhold his emotions
am Angelina... “, and ended with a shy wave. for he had none to show. He simply raised his right
arm, fisted his fingers and then “Friends forever?”
This caught Brad’s attention and he turned to see
the new girl. She was just like any other girl in his “Forever and always”, Selena said with a smile, a
class- just as beautiful or as ugly. There was nothing blush, and a face with nothing but excitement.
special about her, but she had an inexplicable aura- She ran into the car that had been honking for a
one that caught Brad’s attention. She had a good while. She was so excited about California that she
voice- bit of a bass. even hi-fived the air.
She was ‘her’ to him. ‘Her’ who made his life great, Sometimes when we lose something we just cry
who consoled him, who made him laugh, who made until we feel light. But when we know we are going
him believe that there are people worth living for, to lose something we savour it as much as possible.
like Selena, his best friend. When you feel that you are losing something you feel
Just like each time he thought of Selena, he fell into a slight pain in your heart. Some might call this love
an illusion in his head that revolved around her. but that’s not it- it’s but a small tear in the heart. You
feel like that tiny portion of your heart has just been
Selena- the young Texas girl with a slight southern pricked by a thorn...
accent, long, golden brown hair and slender arms- the
girl you would want to spend your life with- always ***
happy, joyful and cracked jokes without realising she Angelina pranced back to her seat and only Brad’s
did. She was tall and had a face that blushed like a eyes were fixed on her. Throughout the duration of
rose at times, her dimples drilled into her cheeks the class he was thinking of her. Of Selena and of how
when she smiled, her eyes gleamed like an orb and much Angelina reminded him of her. The pain in the
when she spoke words of fun and childishness spilled heart returned at times and he could not concentrate
out. She was the daughter of a very busy script writer what was going on in class. When the bell rang, Brad
father and a fun loving mother who spent most of packed up and hurled his back over his shoulders,
her time around the house and the remaining time “Dude, you coming or what?”
with her beautiful daughter. “Just give me a minute what’s the hurry?” Ric asked
Selena’s father worked day and night for four years on still trying to get his books into a packed bag. “What
a script. His perseverance paid off when he was called do you have next?”
to Hollywood. Selena who had spent the previous “Chemistry”
five years in school with Brad was now leaving for
Hollywood to find a new. The news shocked Brad. Both of them went to their lockers. Ric had his locker
She was the only girl who made him happy, the only opposite to that of Brad’s. Brad went close to his
friend who was there when he needed someone, the locker and entered the combination 6-1-6. The locker
only person who made him feel whole. She taught opened. Inside there was nothing but darkness. He
Brad how to live with a variety of perspectives. emptied his bag into the locker, pasted some artwork
onto the locker door and then closed it. Something
He could remember the final moments with her in dropped from the adjoining locker and he picked it
astonishing detail. Those moments, which he would up. It was a book on art.
cherish forever.
He straightened himself and looked at the owner
“Brad, dad’s made it to Hollywood... I am so excited... of the book. It was Angelina. At such close proximity
“, one could hear the excitement in her tone. Then she seemed very much like your normal average
she shrieked, “CALIFORNIA”. girl- boycut short hair, puppy dog eyes, one or two
“Good for you. I’ll...” Brad couldn’t say that he’d freckles here and there, and flawless skin, shorter
than him and a bit masculine.
“Um... this fell...” Brad groped around for words.
“Oh...thanks”, she replied in that bass tone of hers.
“...”
He was lost for words and could feel the queasiness
in his chest. It was as though Selene had returned in
a new avatar.
“I am Angelina”, she raised her hand as if to shake.
Brad shook it and it was as if there was a sudden
inflow of great and amazing aura into his body. He
saw Selena in every bit of her. “I am Brad....um...nice
to meet you. Listen I have to run now... catch you
later ...?”
He couldn’t stand it anymore he needed air ... he
needed to breath, otherwise he would have been
torn apart by that pain in the chest. It was as if “Dude she is just another girl. How hard would it
someone had thrown a spear at his heart. be? Just go there and say ‘HI’”
The final bell for the day rang and Brad saw Angelina “Right...well let’s see what life has to offer in the
no less than fifteen times that day but he never went future.”
to her and struck up a conversation; a mistake he “Bye.”
would later regret. The day ended and everyone
“Want to play something now?”
went back home; Brad and Ric followed their routine
of going together. On the way Ric discussed about “Like what?”
the first day and how it was no different from the “I don’t know. Throw some hoops?”
previous years.
“Sure”
But Brad had a different opinion.
The day ended with two high school boys shooting
“Something about her is different, dude “ hoops on a concrete floor in front of your normal
“Who?” average American house. The sun set in the west
ending the day of two high school students whose
“Angelina...”
life was on an infinite loop. The same thing, for the
“The new girl? I didn’t see anything special in her major part, everyday until the day ends.
she just looks like all the other girls in our class and
As the days passed by, Brad’s urge to talk to her
besides she looks fat”
rose. He was waiting like a lion waiting for the most
“She doesn’t’ look fat. She is fat”, Brad pointed out opportune moment to catch its prey. Angelina
which made Ric erupt into laughter. “But I get a good grew accustomed to the traditions and people in
aura from her...reminds me of Selena” the school. She made friends like any other normal
“I never knew much about Selena as much as you student would. Her friends followed her everywhere
and the other guys knew”. she went and this paraphernalia that followed her
made it hard for Brad to make his move.
“Whatever it is I want her as a friend.”
Since her locker was near his he could have made
“You want a friend from her...? Isn’t that kind of
his move easily and just talked to her but his chest
odd... I mean you make friends not want them and
would not allow it. The pain kept him from doing that
get them.”
simple task. So he would not use his locker whenever
“I know... but this time it’s different and I am going she was around. She knew that Brad was looking at
to find it a bit difficult. Unlike the other girls I can’t her at times but she never gave the creep look at
approach her that easily. She socialises very well. I him. Angelina came to know a lot of people Brad did
saw her with a couple of friends just an hour ago. but he wanted to go solo on this mission.
First I need to get an opening and then I have to make
Days passed by and it seemed that the more she
my move...”
went away from Brad the more he wanted her as a
friend. His restlessness increased as he never had They resumed their work and Brad worked better
such a hard time talking to a girl before. Finally he with an elevated mind. He was going to make his
resorted to something. move- smooth or rough – he would do it.
“Yo Margret...”he waved at a blonde that had a pony After class the students retired to their homes just
tail and freckled face. as always. Brad went to the school ground to see
“Wassup Brad” she hi-fived. the soccer practice. He held his mobile in his hand
juggled it around a bit from one hand to the other,
They had been friends for a long time. Selena had looked up at the heavens and made up his mind to
introduced Brad to Margret. She was a nice girl always message her!
helping a friend in need. Margret and Brad were
supposed to do a project together. They went to the He unlocked his cellular and typed: Hi...Watup?
library together, talking on the way. The conversation The reply came sooner than expected: Who r u? Do
had some giggles and some laughs and some blank I know you?
faces. They separated in the library hunting for books Brad: Maybe
that were required. Once they got the books they
wanted, they came back and met up at a far corner of Angelina: Who the hell r u?
the library. They started to flip through the pages and Brad: The guy next to your locker...
began to do the project. In the course of time Brad Angelina: I don’t see neone
asked, “You know that new girl...Angelina....right?”
Brad: The locker near yours...
“Yeah. She’s a good friend. Why do you ask?”
Angelina: k now I remember
“Well...um...you’ve got her number? I wanted to
talk to her but could not find time.” Brad thought the ball was in his court. Now he could
talk to her, mingle with her and finally get her as a
“Um...” friend. He was doing it. He kept on thinking “Damn
“Please... it would be a great help, please” Man... you did it”. That’s when the message alert in
Reluctantly she said yes and gave him Angelina’s his phone went off.
number. Angelina: CREEP
“Thank you so much.”
YatharthChaturvedi Light thinks its the fastest of all things on earth....bt its wrong...it reaches everywhere
only aftr darkness hs reached dere first.......
Prakriti Kodali Two blondes where driving to Disneyland, the sign said: Disneyland Left.. So they started
crying and headed home
Tanmay Ze Shah CERN’s still searching for the God particle coz Robot hasnt released there yet.
Prasanna Giridhar This is how a linked list of exams looks like : 11->13->15->16->17->19->21->26->1->3-
>6->8->9->10->NULL
Pankaj Chhabra Facebook hi mandir hai, Zuckerberg hi Bhagwan hai ... hey bhagwan uthale humein bhi :P :P
Prerak Patel Who will laugh when you dye !!!!
Surya Tej Borra I dont want to say someone is best !!
But i would like to say that everybody has something in them which can make them the best !!
Faisal Ahmad JUST DO IT!
Pradeep Damodara I asked my dad to get chocolates.
He gave me a call and ‘snickered’.
Faisal Ahmad Innocence dissapears like dew in the sun
Vaibhav Annam My friend came to me and told, “I broke her heart and she broke my XBox” ..
Now I am wondering who should have cried harder ?? :P :P :D
(The guy of course, ryt ?? :P)
Dikshit Goel Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind...!!!
Shilp Vachhani and here we go......
Schitij Kulshrestha A college is a place where pebbles are polished and diamonds dimmed.
Shambhavi Mohan If vegetarians love animals so much, why do they eat all their food?
:P
Swagat Yadav True happiness is a combination of low expectations and insensitivity!