India, me and hue...

Let me take you on a journey through the most beautiful kaliedoscope of colours. Feel the splendour of the various hues of our magnificent nation. Let me bathe you in stunning shades , paint your world with vivacity and reveal to you a glorious amalgamation of colours :INDIA.

From the basest to the brightest , we have it all . the dull grey monsoon clouds lined with streaks of silver, fill the vast blue sky and hang over the lush green fields. Walking through a field is a figure clad in bright orange, an ascetic, rapt in devotion. He moves to a chaste white temple, perfect and peerless. Inside the temple stands a bride, dressed in a radiant red saree, her forehead smeared with vermillion paste. Her tearful eyes lined with black kohl and her mothers reassuring arms around her... the fire that shall be an unsoiled witness of her union with him, changes through shades of orange and red to a bright gold yellow.

They step out of the temple, freinds and family bathe them in bright shades of fuschia pink, indigo and sunlit yellow. 'Holi Hai!', they scream! Clouds of colour fill the air with festivity and verve!

Everything glimmers in the rosy golden light of dusk. Far away from the temple, the city lights twinkle like flickering stars. Some may call my country obscure, but as the chime of the distant temple bells , the ethereal chants of 'Hare Krishnna' and the blaring city music consume me, it all begins to fit in like pieces of a giant jigsaw. I stand before a nation in transition, a nation evolving...

Thats modern India for you, sky-scrapers decked with gleaming neons, revelry at its peak, yet its people closely in touch with culture and spirituality.

Hours later, the music subsides , as the city falls to sleep. Everything looms in the murky night, but far away in the temple the lamp glows...

I am humbled by this majestic vision. My glorious nation-indeed, a true amalgamation of beautiful colours!-I salute you!

university elections??...our take...

So this one of those we-are-really-concerned-about-an-issue type of article. Probably something which has been criticized for years and years , but no ones ever bothered to do anything about it. So what exactly is our point??

As we write this article together , we realize how both of us are seemingly troubled about the same things that we have observed in college and among our friends. ‘Callousness’… ‘the-devil-may-care’ attitude that almost everyone around us is unconsciously but more often consciously is in possession of. People come flood our college with paper (this is a reference to election campaigning , by the way)… all we get is a casual remark here and there , ‘Dude, they have dirtied the whole place’ , ‘ What is this… like a paper avalanche?’ , but no one goes and actually picks up one of those “Abhimanyu Singh, Ballot no. 2” and throws it into the bin. Not even some of our closest friends. “Chalta hai yaar…”

We are educated Indians in the premiere institute and university of the country , for Gods’ sake! The least we can do is shoulder a minor social responsibility of trying to keep ‘our country’ , or if that’s too big and intimidating a word, ‘our college’ clean. We go on endlessly how the system is all wrong in this country but maybe by some conscious effort on our part we can change the way things work. “Singapore is spotless, one can roll down the street in a white shirt” . Guess what? India is NOT because people like you and me could not care less.

We know… we know… this is so turning into a lecture and a typical we-will-bore-you-to-death-with-our-uncool-perspective kind of an article but we really do intend to make a point here. However, stereo-typical it may sound, but just the two of us screaming our lungs out CAN make a difference. So, next time you see two tall girls picking rubbish around college, DON’T LAUGH , just think about what we are saying and perhaps next time you carelessly throw the empty packet of chips you just finished eating you can make the effort of bending down, picking it up and throwing it in a bin near you .(and for gods sake, don’t say ‘there is no bin right there’ cause its only a short walk to the nearest one)