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The New Year Hubbub

Shreyas Kolpe
VII Sem, Computer Science

Brace yourselves. For the deluge of trite WhatsApp messages on your class group wishing you a happy new year. For screwing up the date, when you realize that it isn’t 2016 anymore, and you try to fashion the 6 into a 7. For the looming nuclear winter when China ill-advisedly decides to troll Donald Trump on Twitter.

But seriously, what’s the fuss about this one day? Why do a million (read it again, ONE MILLION!) people wait for hours, almost dying from their bladders bursting, to watch some kitschy ball drop at Times Square? It’s just like any other midnight. You’re still the same old person, with the same hopes, dreams and foibles. At least the religious New Year’s days make some sense. Our forebears offered thanks for the bountiful harvest to gods and spirits, and went back to their fields. But now, only hotels, bars, and DJs get to laugh all the way to the bank (Oops!  Not anymore. Thanks Modi). You only realize that India is bursting at the seams when so many people pop out of nowhere at your party.  You not only have to dispose of the leftover cake from Christmas or the extra fireworks from Diwali, you also have to wag your finger at that friend who thinks that they are sober enough to drive. It seems like ‘Don’t Drink and Drive’ was invented for just one day in the entire year. The police get a hard-on, from being able to bully bars that are open past the curfew and from the hefty fines paid by those poor sods that got caught by the breathalyzer. For just one day, the newspapers gleefully print how many drunks got caught the previous night. But as soon as it came, the day is past; the news is back on Syria and Congress-BJP, everyone goes back to college or work, and scarcely anything has changed in the world.

Why the bleakness, you might ask. 2016 seemed like a rollercoaster. It took David Bowie and Alan Rickman, made us all stand in a queue for our own money, and put a potential madman in the White House. 2016 even got Fidel Castro, succeeding where the CIA failed 638 times. One only hopes that this year wasn’t a prequel and there’s no voice in the sky that says ‘picture abhi baaki hai mere dost’ for 2017.

But, hang on. Wait for one moment.  Maybe this day is just the breather that we need. It’s when you realize that you can’t be beaten down. It’s when you look in the mirror and get to shamelessly renew your resolution to work out more. It’s when you realize that you have one more chance to ask that special someone out on Valentine’s. Or that you can wipe the slate clean, and have a fresh start on whatever you want to do.

Here’s to a happy new year!



ಬಣ್ಣ ಮಾಸಿದ ಬದುಕು


III Sem, Electronics and Electrical Engineering

ಸೋರುತಿವೆ ಕನಸುಗಳು ಬಣ್ಣಗಳ ಮಡಿಲಿಂದ
ಬಣ್ಣ ಹಚ್ಚುವರಿಲ್ಲ ತುಮುಲ ಭಾವಗಳಿಂದ
ಕಂಬನಿ ಮಿಡಿಯುತಿದೆ ಎದೆಯ ಕಾಜಾಣ
ಹೇಗೆ ನಾ ಮಾಡಲಿ ಜೋಪಾನ?ಭಾವಹೀನ ಜಗದಲಿ ಬದುಕಲಿ ಹೇಗೆ?
ಕಳೆದ ಕನಸುಗಳ ಹುಡುಕುತ
ನೆನ್ನೆಯ ನೆನಪುಗಳ ಕೂಡಿಡುವೆ ಹಾಗೆ
ಮಡಿದ ಮನವನು ಕೆದಕುತಬಣ್ಣ ಮಾಸಿದ ಬದುಕಿನಗಲ
ಶೂನ್ಯ ಭಾವಗಳ ಚಿತ್ತಾರ;
ಸತ್ತ ಹೆಣದ ನೆತ್ತಿಯ ಮ್ಯಾಲ ಪುಷ್ಪಗುಚ್ಛಗಳ ಅಲಂಕಾರ

ಕನಸು ಕಾಣ್ವ ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳಿಗೆ
ಅಂಧಕಾರದ ಕಡಿವಾಣ
ರಂಗು ರಹಿತ ಸಂಸಾರದೊಳಗೆ
ಖೇದವೊಂದೇ ಬಹುಮಾನ

ಬಯಕೆ ಹೆಣೆದು ಅನುರಾಗ ಅರಸಿ
ಮುಗಿಲಿಗಂದು ಹಾರಿದೆ
ಕನಸು ಕಮರಿ ರೆಕ್ಕೆ ಮುರಿದು
ಶೋಕ ಕೂಪಕೆ ಜಾರಿದೆ

ಪಾಳು ಗುಡಿಯ ಗರ್ಭದಲ್ಲಿ
ದೈವಕುಂಟೆ ಪ್ರಾಥ೯ನೆ!
ಒಂಟಿತನದ ಹಾದಿಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಉಂಟು ನೂರು ಯಾತನೆ

ಭಾವ ರಹಿತ ವಿಶ್ವದಲ್ಲಿ
ಸತ್ತ ಮನದ ಸಂಸ್ಕಾರ
ಶಾಂತಿ ಕೋರಿ ಬಂಧ ಕಳಚಿ
ಇಹಲೋಕದೆಡೆಗೆ ಸಂಚಾರ


ಕವನ ವಿ ವಸಿಷ್ಠ

III sem, Electronics and Electrical Engineering

ಮೈವೆತ್ತ ಸೈತಾನನನ್ನುರುಳಿಸಿ

ಮತ್ತೆ ಮತ್ತೆ ಆಗುತಿಹುದೆನ್ನ ಜನನ;
ತೇಲಿ ಮುಳುಗುತಿಹ ಶ್ರೀ ಹರಣ
ಓ, ಇದು ಜೀವನ್ಮುಕ್ತ ಪಯಣ!

ಹೃದಯದೊಳಿಲ್ಲ ದುಂದುಭಿ ಧ್ವಾನ
ಬರಿ ಪ್ರವಹಿಸುತಿದೆ ರಣಮೌನ;
ಚಾಂಚಲ್ಯಾವೃತೆ, ನಾ ಚಿತ್ತ ರಿಕ್ತೆ
ಸುಶಾಂತ ಪ್ರೀತೆ, ಋಜು ಅಸ್ಮಿತೆ….

Continue reading “ಚಿತ್ತರಿಕ್ತೆ”


Shashank Gargeshwari

VII Semester, Information Science and Engineering

She stood there in the middle of the room, her long, black hair catching stray moonlight. The pendant that I gave her was in her hand. She raised it to her lips, and kissed it. I felt relieved. But my relief soon turned into horror, as I screamed “NO! Don’t do it! We can talk this through!”

“Yes we can, but not here, and not now. Maybe later, when we meet again.”

She bit the pendant.

By the time she was dead, I had already cut through the bone of my index finger. What was left was just the skin that still held it together. I could hear them coming, so I ripped it off, and threw it into the fire.

After what I had been through, being a mule was the quickest way out.

* Continue reading “Cocoon”


Anannya Kodandera

VII Sem, Biotechnology

Lights flash in the eyes of a 20-year young dream-filled lad, Mohammed Ashraf from Mysore, when asked to speak about his run up to a success story that he meticulously crafted for himself.

            Born on the 10th of May in 1994, as the fourth child to his parents who were economically challenged, in a small village called Hebbarihundi near Srirangapatna in the Mandya district of Karnataka, Ashraf lost his father when he was a year old. His challenges began and he was ready, as was another hero- Tipu Sultan- from the same place, 300 years ago.

            His maternal uncle, who Ashraf adores, took care of the baby and in 1999 admitted him to Apna Ghar – Muslim Boys’ Orphanage at Mysore. For one whole year, he did not go to school and then was put in an Urdu medium school for his schooling from class 1 through 7. The next hurdle was when he was put to Al Kabeer High School for class 8 and the medium of instruction was English. Ashraf felt it was an uphill task and would come back crying feeling hopeless.

            Ashraf’s warden played the role of a mother, counseling and consoling him, even arranged a teacher to teach Ashraf English. Ashraf started growing, not just physically, but in his confidence too. Continue reading “ASHRAF”

Sreeparna K S

I Sem, Civil

Verdant Dawn

Sreeparna K S

I Sem, Civil

Obeisances in Red

Eh, what’s up, Doc?

Junichi Nishali

III Semester, IS & E

What is it about the movies and series we watched as kids that still bring back these happy memories? I, for one, had an awfully good time watching movies with the sibling. We all had our favourites, right? I remember saying, “I wish, I wish, with all my heart, to fly with dragons, in the land of heart” a fair few times. For some, it was ‘Dragonball Z’, for some, it was ‘Spongebob Squarepants’ ,and ‘Dexter’s Laboratory’ ,or the other one on Nickelodeon with the Neutron kid, and for a lot of people like me, it will be ‘Phineas and Ferb’ for a little more while, at least.

There were a lot more favourites for a lot more people, I’m sure.

It’s supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious

If you say it loud enough, you’ll always sound precocious


All of you need to know, it’s a proven fact that all the movies and TV shows you watched as a kid have shaped you into the individual you are today. We watched these shows when our creative imagination had probably just started developing . They affected us in ways that we don’t really realise. I mean, you have only Popeye to blame for making you eat so much spinach. Ugh!

Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse did teach us kids a lot, to be honest. Oh, I bet most of you have held up sticks or straws and said “Expelliarmus” at least once. It’s okay, so have I!
Continue reading “Eh, what’s up, Doc?”


ಒಂದು ರೀತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಇದು ಪಂಚಾಯಿತಿ ಕಟ್ಟೆ.(ಒಂದು ‘ರೀತಿ’ಯ ಅಲ್ಲ ‘ಒಂದು’ ರೀತಿಯ) ಪಂಚಾಯಿತಿ ಅಂದ ಕೂಡಲೇ ವ್ಯಾಜ್ಯ-ಪಂಚಾಯಿತಿಗೆ ಹೋಗುವ ಅಗತ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ! ಹರಟೆ ಎಂದೆಣಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳಿ. ಕಾಣದ ಕೈಗಳು ಬರೆವ ಕಾಣುವ ಕಥೆ, ಕವನ , ವಿಚಾರಗಳನ್ನು ಬರೆದವರಿಗೆ ಕಾಣದವರು ಓದುವುದು ಎನ್ನಬಹುದೇನೂ!
ಬರೀ ಕಟ್ಟೆಯಲ್ಲ! ಬರೀ ಕಟ್ಟೆಗೆ ಮಾನವನ ಬೇಡಿಕೆಗಳು ನಿಲ್ಲುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ನೆರಳುಬೇಕಂತೆ. ಗಾಳಿ ಬೇಕಂತೆ. ಆಮ್ಲಜನಕವೂ ಬೇಕಂತೆ. ಮುಂದಿನ ಬೇಡಿಕೆ ಬಂದು, ಪರಿಸ್ಠಿತಿ ಕೈಮೀರುವ ಮೊದಲೇ , ‘ಅರಳಿಕಟ್ಟೆ’
“ಕಟ್ಟೆಯಮೇಲೆ ಕೂತರೆ ಕಟ್ಟೆ ಕಚ್ಚುವುದಿಲ್ಲವೇ ” , ಎಂದ ಸಕ್ಕರೆಯ ಮೈಯ್ಯವರಿಗೆ “ಇಲ್ಲ” ಎನ್ನಲಾಗುತ್ತದೆಯೋ?
ನಿಮ್ಮ ಕಣ್ಣೀರಿನಿಂದ ರಾಡಿಯಾದ ಅಕ್ಷರವಿರುವ ಕವನವೋ, ಖುಷಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕಿರುಚುತ್ತಾ ಬರೆದ ಗದ್ಯವೋ! ಎಲ್ಲವನ್ನೋ ಕೇಳಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲಿದೆ ಅರಳಿಕಟ್ಟೆ!

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