Rainbow Night


By Antony P. Pathadan

http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1333/740838929_072d5203e5.jpgIt may come as the rain,
drenching all mankind.
It may come as the wind,
cyclones beating ever faster.
It may come at night,
while souls sleep adrift in dreams.
It may come with a true forewarning,
Or pay a visit unannounced.
It may taunt, and it may twist,
in never ending vicious turns.
Those who know,
now cannot tell,
it’s opaque on either side.
Although they may try in vain,
Within the darkness of the night.
It may take away your smiles,
Or give you memories,
So that you may be strong.
It trains your mind and body,
Because it knows its test is hard.
All or none is its rule,
And nothing in between.
It colours life with emotions,
Ensures a cry as we are born,
For life is pain at either end.
So prepare for what is coming,
Taste the colours that it leaves.
Let their strengths seep
into your prayers,
as you learn to lose yourself.
The world is small –
Make it happy.
What is missing?
And who makes this void?
And why make such a puzzling thing?
It’s upto us
To beautify this moment,
The other side
Is waiting…
Always waiting.

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FRIENDSHIP – A Beautiful Feeling (Dedicated to all my friends)


 By Hima MS


Friendship denotes a co-operative and supportive behavior between two or more people. It is a relationship which involves true affection, mutual understanding, respect and loyalty. They usually have similar tastes, and may convey and share enjoyable activities. Yet, for many, friendship is nothing more than trust, that something or someone won't harm them






Every friend in life is the most beautiful gift of God. In fact it is really a 'gift' which is not easily acquirable. We can have so many friends, but we must be 'gifted' to have 'true' friends.

As a person who tries to be friends with everyone, I have always believed that establishing friendship between two persons can actually melt the ice of unnecessary hatred and misunderstandings between them. Abraham Lincoln once declared- “The best way to destroy an enemy is to make him a friend.” How true it is, isn't it?

Bernard Meltze once said- “A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.” Friends should understand each other's defects and weaknesses, but never try to weigh them in terms of these defects alone.

Every person, once or always, wonders how to make good friends or become one? There are no specific rules or regulations for being a good friend. Friendship is a feeling which has to come from our hearts. It’s not possible to impose pressure upon a person to be a friend. It is automatic, like a reflex, which comes from within. Don’t worry about knowing people - just make yourself worth knowing. The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail and not his tongue.

And now wonder why somebody quoted -

“A friendship
is like
a sailing ship
that glides upon the sea,
Whose strength lies in
the world of change,
No matter where she be.
For even when
she's tossed
and turned,
She manages to keep
afloat.
For even
storms of life,
my friend,
can’t ever sink this boat”

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Days Ahead: Ragging rage


 Ragging took its beginning in about 300 B.C in Greece when the senior athletes started to tease the newly admitted ones. It remained as an art form and is even continued now providing ample opportunities to freshers for their overall development. But it is to fast becoming extinct now by the action of the Supreme Court and successive governments by banning it and the crackdown by the police. Even the juniors are not showing interest these days. The days when we got ragged by our seniors were the most thrilling and entertaining ones, though fear was also there in between.

Our hostel warden gave us a brief introduction that ragging is strictly banned and for any complaints we had to consult the hostel secretary. Secretary who nodded his head for every word after some time came to every room and threatened each of us that no complaints should be heard. And that was how we got to know our hostel and situations better.

And these were the days when we learnt the meaning of the word ragging (since we had to by-heart the dictionary meaning as it was written all over the hostel as a warning to seniors). Day after day every evening when we returned to the hostel there were the series of entertainment. Our first job was to throw our under-wears on to the electric tube and blow it from the floor to make it fall down. Meanwhile the next person would have already took hold of us and make us shave whatever we have left over our face. In the midst there would be blue-film shootings and speeches, action songs, mimicry etc.

It was during these days that we learnt the MH anthem and prayer songs. The prayer song was later sung as a carol during Christmas time by all of us, visiting all the senior’s rooms. An action song with the Santa Claus wearing the lab coat and all of us our under-wear over our head (so that we don’t get by the rain which is actually imaginary)

And on yet another day we were all herded to the college union meeting which was actually that of Students Federation of India, the communist students’ party. And we were late to the hostel and missed the juniors only bus to hostel. When we reached there was everyone waiting for us. We were prone to ragging if we just stepped out of the steps of hostel (doesn’t mean it was that safe inside). And I became a victim for them. I had to collect coconut from all the trees which were actually the windows around the hostel. And the usual imaginary cricket where I was the bowler, batsman and even the fielder and umpire as well as the commentator.

And later I found a way to get rid of some of these acts. In the evening one could go to some spiritual or religious meetings where there was no ragging at all. And exhibiting the gag reflex which we had just learnt in the mess hall when one was overloaded with food. But what we could not get over with was the money escaping our pockets for the food items, cigarettes and all sort of things (and for one among us even sanitary napkins)

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Day One: God Said...


The day when we all were proud to be a member of this great college... standing up with heads raised beyond imagination for the oath and flushing all the time. Again discussing about the rooms in the hostel and murmuring' hope we all are in room'. Meanwhile parents speaking out their ragging experience and at last with a sigh ''anyway that all can’t happen now".

Anyway with a small place for fear we stepped into the one and only Men’s Hostel. Though the condition is no better but it was better than what we could manage....Walking between the green walls of the corridor rushing for a room we never could imagine what is to happen next. Everyone running about to occupy the best rooms and to carry the best tables and chairs some with the label Gordrej( if you thought it was a spelling mistake.. NO!!) Chairs instilling in our minds thoughts of the peacock throne... but all told it was better than what they had in the past,

And it was time for the parents to leave,,, at last making us think cant they leave now and at least the advices will come to an end..
Now we into the hands of our warden as told by our professors but actually into the hands of the seniors( experience teaches). Hours pass making friends and complaining about what we don’t have...

Its time for the game to start. TIME FOR MESS announced the one called security.. And into the mess when we learned many.....no learned to make words that were not in the dictionary actually all rhyming and beautiful until you find their meaning. And you are called by one to sit near him. he asks you to ask the name of other and the other......( no not all have to be explained,,, these are all trade secrets which has to be revealed in the years to follow) No you cant eat the porottas which were once your favourite,,,, no you cant eat even a piece more and you think the chicken piece starts to taste bitter. and then the one caring senior near you puts three porottas more in your plate and the desperate you tries to fill your mouth and not stomach anymore... Your trials to at least have a vomit all ends in vain since it has been tried many a times over the years. If its kindness well with something like that the one opposite to you gives you permission to rise after issuing a warning that not this T-shirt any more!!!

OK its better to run to the room now. and the knocks on the door by whoever going to the mess. Which should never be answered since if the door opens it would never close again that night.

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Something Missing!!!


Written by Anila Tresa


Our batch seems perfect in every way, be it unity, fraternity or optimism. We’re blessed with beauty and brains, too. Yet, something seems to be missing in our batch. There is no doubt that there is a dearth of so called ‘love affairs’, or being informal - ‘lines’, in our batch when compared to our seniors and juniors. I don’t know how many have actually thought about this but it happens to be a serious topic of discussion in ‘LH’, at least – right from the 1st year. Is it because no one has ‘fallen in love’? Is it because nobody has the courage to accept that they’re in love? Or is our batch just being ‘practical in life’?

Love made an astounding entry into our batch on our first Valentine’s Day in this college. Some guys had the guts to make serious proposals in public and some went down on their knees just for fun. Some went around distributing roses as a part of ragging. Anyways, none of the gals gave a positive response. “Sorry, I’m not interested’’, “We can be friends if you want”, “I don’t even know you!”. Someone even went to the extent of saying – “I’m elder to you, so I’m your chichi.” The ragging period was not yet over. Maybe that was the reason for such dry replies. We all hoped to see a lot of ‘love birds’ after Genesis.
Genesis got over by about mid-March, but nothing happened. Then came the 1st year tour. A few ‘eligible pairs’ were spotted here and there, but, needless to say, most of them disappeared after the tour. Frankly speaking, we all were a bit disappointed seeing the plight of our batch. We didn’t lose hope, though. There was still time.
The 1st year University exams – a time when tensions built up and love found it difficult to remain hidden. There you had the glorious entry of the ‘combined study partners’. But even they vanished soon after the exams. Then we had the 1st year holidays - Nothing usually happens during that time, I guess.
 Back in college after the holidays - New year, new hopes and our 2nd Valentine’s Day. But something unusual happened. The sale of yellow roses peaked. Now, why was that? Had ‘love’ given way to ‘friendship’? Or was friendship the first step on the path to love? Well, there was a boom in friendships. You could spot ‘friends’ in the library, in Mythri, outside the labs, in Essar… Everything seemed to be going jolly well – until ‘chori’ made its villainous entry. Now, why couldn’t people let them live in peace? “Friend are just friends. They can never be in love.” “How dare you insult our friendship?” I wonder why some need a ‘mask’ of friendship. Once they show the courage to accept that they are in love, there will be no ‘chori’. This way, they are insulting both friendship and love.
OK… So, maybe, they are ‘JUST FRIENDS’.
The 3rd Valentine’s Day. I’m sure no one in our batch will ever forget that one. ‘Love’ was nowhere to be seen. Even Cupid walked out on our batch that day. He probably found our junior batch to be a more fertile ground for ‘Love’.
Right now, 4th year is almost over, and still, the scarcity of intra-batch lovers remains a mystery. Is being in love ‘out of fashion’? Or is it just the iceberg phenomenon? (Refer SPM text) Two more years to go before we leave this college. Let’s just wait and watch.

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Persistent Bunking: A retrospective


Republishing a 3rd year blog post

January 14, 2008


Hard to believe. There had been days when the attendance were 99% or more, when even a thought of bunking a class didnt cross my mind. Those have been long past. Now traversing a U-turn, havent thought a day to attend the classes. The college has changed it all, even if it is a medical college which according to many are homes to studious & punctual book-worms. Mornings are colder, afternoons are drowsier and walking to the college is more tiresome than before. Perhaps a 3rd year syndrome.

The attendance now drops to about 1 in 13 days for the gynaec posting, to a complete 0 for radiodiagnosis. And they are saying the postings for bunking are yet to come like dental etc. "You all are the ones who are increasing the suicide rates in this state"- this was what we heard after a brief bunking of 5 days in Psychiatry.

But nothing reaches near surgery where the professors themselves make you understand that staying in hostel or home will make you more brilliant than wasting time and space in the operation theatre. For that, could anyone scold me for attending a whole lot of 3 days in 3 month posting.

A persistent dialogues from the professors "Sit in the class only if you want to hear the lecture. Otherwise better get out, I will give all of you attendance" (but never happened). Moreover those departments having more female teachers and having no other job at all such as the non-clinical subjects like anatomy, physiology, pharmacology grill the students for attendance.

The final destiny would be University itself, where you have to pay some pretty good amount as Contentation or contemptation(Actually i dont know its spelling) fee. And if its for more than one subjects, thorough study in the same semester for one more year would satisfy them...

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Mangoisms worth a quench


Some mangoisms I found from the Radio Mango website. Take everything in moderation. Including moderation. 

  • There are two rules for success: 1.) Don't tell all you know. 

  •  Never go to bed angry, stay awake and plot your revenge. 

  •  If #2 pencils are the most popular, are they still #2?
     
  • It's not who you know, it's whom you know.
     
  • A clean desk is a sign of a cluttered drawer.
     
  • Treat each day as your last; one day you will be right.
     
  • Marriage is not a word. It's a sentence.
     
  • Originality is the art of concealing your sources.
     
  • Photons have mass? I didn't even know they were Catholic.
     
  • How long a minute is depends on what side of the bathroom door you're on.
     
  • Living on Earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip around the sun.
     
  • Birthdays are good for you - the more you have the longer you live.
     
  • In an argument, a woman always has the last word. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
     
  • Money isn't everything but it sure keeps the kids in touch.
     
  • If you can't convince them, confuse them.
     
  • A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
     
  • Despite the cost of living, have you noticed how popular it remains?
     
  • The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
     
  • I drive way too fast to worry about cholesterol.
     
  • Time is a great healer, but a terrible beautician.
     
  • Support bacteria - they're the only culture some people have.

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