Edition # 10 - Editorial -Deepak S.[Guest Editor] (BE IT)

Hello folks,
With a fortnight of festivities behind us, we now enter the latter(and more hectic) half of the semester. I hope, by now, the freshmen are acquainted with the campus and each other.
In a summer which has seen soccer clubs spend obscene amounts of money on their recruits, we engineers have found jobs hard to come by.


However, most final year students have decided to make the most of this opportunity by pursuing further studies or appearing for competitive exams. GATE,CAT, and GRE are the buzzwords all around. Admirable indeed!


On a lighter note, as a final year student, I guess the juniors look up to us (hopefully). And there's one thing they might want to know it's about that one thing I really like after these years. Surprisingly, the answer came easily enough. It's not the swanky infrastructure, or the huge canteen, not the cool hangouts nearby and not even the cows in the campus. That one thing is the people. Everyone, the students, the teachers even the staff that make this place as exciting as it is. Moral of the story; Enjoy your life. Studies are important, but no textbook forbids you from having fun. Make memories and live them , this is the time to do it and you could not be in a better place for it. Make sure by the time you reach your final years you carry a strong sense of nostalgia. So wake up, shake a leg, and live the moment.
Warm regards,
Deepak S.(Guest Editor)


Please send your feedback or contributions to:
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Campus BuZz team:

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Shradha Aiyer(BE COMPS)

Rohit Sahasranaman(BE EXTC)

Edition # 10 - Fourth Dimension -Adarsh Nair (SE COMPS)

It's funny how humans try and find temporary happiness, ephemeral solace in so many things - art, love, leisure, music - anything to keep the days passing by. It's only some of us who seek and understand true beauty - true beauty in the form of something everlasting, something eternal, unaffected and untouched by time, something that stays with us for as long as we live, and beyond our own lives. Beauty is not confined to an object, to a solid form that rests in front of our eyes, absorbing and reflecting light to form the three dimensions that we live in. It is a feeling that goes beyond our dimensions, it is the thought that lingers into the fourth. It is not the look of a fair maiden but the look of a lover that sets his eyes upon her, that makes her beauty true and wholesome. It is not the glow of your skin but the scars on your palms that are etched into you forever, that reform your pains which stay even after you are long gone. It is not the love you feel for someone when they reach their hand out to you, it is the divine feeling of being able to hold their hand forever, even after your hand is no more.

Anything that goes beyond time, that flows alongside the rivers of eternity, has true beauty. Anything that time can touch yet not effect..is true beauty, is true immorality, and it is for those feelings, those sensations that we should live, and not for the petty joys of a material world.

Edition # 10 - “BE” THE BEST - Hari Menon (BE IT)

“TE(Third Year Engineering)…” I said when asked the year I was in by the lady in the college office and the next thing I knew I had got a good slap on the back of my head.”Dude you are in BE(Final Year Engineering),u lost somewhere?” came a voice.It was my friend sounding like a perfect college student with a sarcastic smile on his which meant only one thing which was that this incident is going to spread like wildfire in our friend circle.

I corrected myself and gave him a reluctant smile and got out of the office still with the pathetic smile still on my face but with a feeling of pride and superiority because yes indeed I am in BE!!!!!!.

Being the seniormost in any institution brings in its own advantages.The juniors suddenly develop a sense of respect for you which any human being would appreciate without questioning.Then there is the “we have been through all this” factor which is mostly shown off by advising certain tricks of survival to juniors which probably you have never done yourself. Also you need to check your actions as you don’t want to look ‘cheap’ in front of your juniors and that would not be so ‘cool’.

But apart from all this BE also marks a period of transition from being a vagabond in your own life to a mature individual with atleast a modicum of maturity.You finally start to understand what the word ‘career’ is, which also ultimately becomes the central topic in many discussions, everyone trying desperately to inculcate a mature image of oneself in the other person’s mind. For the first time in 4 years of engineering people try to write some programs on their own which was looked upon as antediluvial concept which nerds do.You start multi tasking with many preparing for competitive exams and future courses,the technical project that you are supposed to do and the regular subjects ofcourse that is when it strikes you, “ohh so this is what they meant when they said multitasking in proccessors which was hard to digest a year ago”.

BE is also the time when nostalgia is at its peak.There is an inherent feeling of hollowness within everyone that this would be the last year of their much coveted college years.The friends who were special suddenly are extra special .You start enjoying every moment.And ofcourse you get a flash on your face almost everyday, yes you guessed it right ‘photos’,photography becomes your second proffesion(assuming engineering to be the first) with people clicking photos or pics on every possible occasion with a standard dialogue on their lips “who knows may be we don’t get to do this again”.

On the flip side there is an excitement, for you are about to enter the real world the ‘bitter world’ and topping the agenda on the excitement list would be money factor.Many would get a job and start earning which means no more begging for an extra hundred in front of your parents.

Standing in a walkalator at the starting point moving forward you want to go back but cannot that is where you are in BE, starting point of a new life moving ahead though you want to stall the time you cannot, all you have is a bag of memories with you so why not move with a smile because after all by then you understand one thing………………………”BE” the best.

Edition # 10 -Michael and Me -Karen Aranha (BE PPT)

Everyone has something or the other to say about him. Good and bad comments keep flowing in. I was a little kid when this man came to India to perform. I was too little to understand the hoopla behind it all.

I personally enjoyed all his songs and was delighted every time they played the video of”THRILLER" on TV (which was rare with all the new artists bombarding us with their "Talent”). I was introduced to his music by my dad who still has a video cassette of The Jackson 5 safely kept in the drawer.

It was just another day in June and I was getting ready for another day at my internship when I read on a Hindi news channel something about the King of Pop. I didn't pay any heed to it and was too worried about missing my bus to notice.

An hour at the workplace and I am greeted with a message from a friend saying” HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY, KING OF POP RIP". I am shell shocked and frantically text my friend back asking for an explanation, only to get a rude awakening in the form of a confirmation of MJ's death.


Unable to believe my eyes, I log onto my most trusted website Google and see exactly what I was so afraid of. My mind tells me” Yes, HE IS DEAD." My work is a blur, my mind is cluttered and my ears can hear a medley of "Heal the world, Thriller, Bad, Smooth Criminal..." I wanted to cry but tears never came, not then at least.

The days after saw me reading articles after articles on him. TV channels had unending tribute messages and celebrities talking endlessly about Michael "The Phenomenon, The Man, The Legend". Then came his memorial service, it did to me what the news channels couldn’t. It made me realize that even though I didn’t know this man personally there was something about him that made him CONNECT. Connect not only to me but also to so many millions the world over. It also made me feel for his family and most of all, it made me cry. I wept bitterly; there was a sense of void which couldn’t be filled.

I then became obsessed with everything related to him. I had to read every article having his name, every music video that was aired, every MJ special I watched with the enthusiasm and obedience of a 7 yr old, even to the point that I tried my very best on contests by an RJ friend and won one contest. I jumped up and down when I came to know I won, I shook my mom from her sleep. I went berserk.

One evening there was a Top 40 MJ Videos Special on VH1 on account of Michael's birth anniversary and David Gest was the presenter. I saw all those videos that I knew by heart all over again only to remind myself how ahead of his times Michael Jackson was. I mean look at "EARTH SONG" the video is a reminder to Save Our PLANET and NOW is the time.

I am not going to delve into his personal life because too much has been said already. My heart refuses to believe that a man who had so much love for everyone (parents, friends and his children) would do horrid things to someone else’s kid.

He was a benevolent personality is what I believe. I guess I will never fully know how much he meant to people, most of all his family and kids. I m not even sure if I will ever truly understand how he has impacted me. His songs have been an emotional rollercoaster; they do to me what Indian family dramas fail to. They make me feel. Make me feel every emotion that there is.


MICHAEL JACKSON always makes me want to be a better human being.

Guess Michael that's THE WAY YOU MAKE ME and many others FEEL.

Edition # 9 - Editorial

Happy Friendship Day to one and all from the Campus BuZz team and a warm welcome to our newly admitted FEs. We do hope you all enjoy your precious 4 years with us. Last academic year was a year of many firsts for Campus BuZz.It was last year that the thought of getting a college fortnightly out (for all of us to read and contribute) came up. Some of us were excited, many others skeptical but we decided to give it a try, it had an amazing response. Thus, began our journey to write and get literary geniuses to pen down their thoughts and rest as we say is HISTORY. This year we would like a bigger show of support in the form of your ideas. Constructive criticism is always welcome too.
Without taking the fun out of reading the rest, We would also like to wish you all "A VERY HAPPY RAKSHA BANDHAN"


Please send your feedback or contributions to:
magclubsies@gmail.com. The online or E version of this is http://samanvaycampusbuzz.blogspot.com.
Campus BuZz team:

Karen S Aranha(BE PPT)

Shradha Aiyer(BE COMPS)

Rohit Sahasranaman(BE EXTC)

Edition # 9-Leaving College Behind-By Nikhil Nair(EX BE)

It’s not been very long since I left college, in fact I have not even left college fully yet! Despite that, when I was asked to write on how it feels to have left college, I agreed instantly and pondered later. All of two nights I spent scratching my head, searching for the right words to express what I was feeling. No sooner did I begin to pen down feeling good about leaving, I had a fresh wave of dismay at leaving and vice versa. As with everything in life, leaving college too had its fair share of pluses and minuses.
On the one hand, finishing college meant taking control of the rudder, and steering in new directions in terms of a job or a new college environment, new friends and new experiences, while on the other, it meant leaving behind the carefree “college days”, company of fond friends and comfort zones.
After the final paper was handed in at the final exam a friend turned to the student behind him and said “That’s how it’s done!” This remark marked the curtain call on our life in SIES GST. It brought on a sudden loss of direction. What had become our habit of returning to college after a month-long vacation was now replaced by a void. This feeling, a lot of my batch mates echoed as “abhi kya?” However before this void could become crippling, thoughts of future plans -be it joining the Company that recruited us, or applying/flying abroad for further education- mitigated that sense of loss.
Just as Nature demands adapting, I too am now settled in to this uninspiring lifestyle, listlessly moving from day to day. Right now the wait is for the results, after that a wait for the Company to call and then a wait for something else until a routine is established. It is only the wait that is killing, the moment something to do comes up, all that will change.
No matter what I end up moving on to, I can be certain of one thing; it’ll never be like life in SIES GST.

Edition # 9-My Friend-By Kiran Rane (TE EXTC)

Exams were finally over and the vacations had just begun, and so had the rains. Cozying up in my favorite spot in the balcony I was enjoying my coffee feeling every bit like the models in one of their ads, the only difference was that the background views weren’t as beautiful, there were flies all over. I could see the sewer overflowing on the road, and someone shouting and quarreling with the society manager because his walls had leakage problems again this season. So I was looking just about everywhere trying to spot something more interesting and it was then that I spotted the love of my life-not 1 but 3 pups huddled together on the footpath. I rushed outside and approached them cautiously, fearing that their mom would spring out of nowhere and chase me away. It was then that someone told me that their mum hadn’t been seen for 3 days. I could see it their eyes that they were hungry-both for food and love.
And so began our friendship, just like every other friendship begins-a little apprehensive at first, but as time passed, they had no fear of me and would wait for me to come down every evening, and if I didn’t go someday, the next day I could see the look of “why didn’t you come ?!We missed you.” Puppy eyes I tell you! They didn’t wait just for the food but also for the company. They never complained when I had no food for them. All they wanted was a pat on their head and some silly pampering. Their mother never returned. Sadly one died in an accident while I was away, and one simply vanished. So now it was just the two of us. Shortly a dog loving family from my society who had another dog adopted the pup.
It’s been 2 years now. She’s a well behaved and well groomed dog, walking straight up like the other pedigreed dogs, but whenever she sees me she leaps up to me and licks me all over. And though no words are ever spoken between us, we communicate with eyes and the joy I feel with this furry friend of mine is beyond words.

Edition # 9-The night, The merc and The dent-Compiled by Kaustubh Labhe(TE EXTC)

It was cloudy that night. Eddie had to go out. It was his ‘promotion’ party that night. Eddie was promoted to a senior post in his multinational company. A plush apartment and a luxurious merc were given to him by his company. His face lightened with the newly success that he had acquired. His tux shining, royal black, so was his merc. He stepped out of his house. It had started pouring. He looked at his merc then looked up, “damn this rain…” He sat inside the car, carefully shut the doors and turned on the air conditioner. He slid a C.D in and took off.
The street lights weren’t working. It was tough for Eddie to drive like this. Eddie tried looking outside the window. It was dark. No sign of humans. There weren’t any other vehicles as well. “If this thing breaks down here, then I am doomed”, he thought. He passed by a slum. Few children were playing in the rain. Looking at them he smiled to himself. He felt proud. Huh, a Mercedes really makes one proud. He felt lucky that night. He was on the other side of the one inch thick glass window. He stepped on the accelerator trying to ‘show off’. Suddenly he heard a thud. Something had hit his car. “Shit”. He took of his coat and stepped out. It was a stone that had hit his merc. He looked around and saw a little boy standing almost a yard far. He had no cover from the rain, umbrella, coat nothing. Eddie walked towards him, slapped him and lifted him by his collar. “You pest, you ruined my car, my new car.” He threw him on the ground. The boy coughed. “Sorry sir, I didn’t mean it”. Eddie was in no mood to listen to any apologies. He asked the boy to take him to his father. “You will have to repay the damages, bloody ‘bhikari’”. “Where is your dad”? The boy pointed his finger towards a tree. A weak man was lying under it. “There’s my father. He is unwell. Nobody was willing to stop for helping me so I did this”, the boy said with teary eyes. Eddie stood still, ashamed, weak himself. The worry about the dent on his car had vanished. He dropped the boy and his father to a nearby hospital in his new merc.
Next day one of his colleague asked Eddie about the dent on his car.
Eddie smiled and replied, “Dude, it’s my promotion gift from God”.

Edition # 9-Undead Intimacy By Vignesh Iyer (BE CE)

Oh little sunshine from the unseen brink,
The brink of unknown to swallow my fear,
The fear of unborn for the sanctity,
The fear of undead for the vice.

It has been ages knowing the light,
The light of unknown wisdom,
Very wisdom of the concealed memory,
Rotten memory of my victims.

The immortality is such a grievous curse,
A Curse of lust and beauty,
Of monotony and bizarre thoughts,
Of Peace-Mar.

Ah, the hankering of speckled Moon,
Brings down a beat on my arctic heart,
The warm air caressing me soft,
Such a comfort, such repose.

Every single day pass like blight,
In silence I live in silence I hunt,
Silence is the only secret shame that haunts,
For light looks at me and always taunts.

I love, I hate, I sing, I dance,
As I was before the re-birth,
I am the nature’s son,
Caressed by the mother earth.

Fill my vein and you would be my beloved,
For then you would feel my heart,
Love me just for a while...can’t you?
For later I would have another lover.

So am I too evil?
All this love is to hear your brittle neck fracture,
My love is a torment,
and You sure would pleasure the pain.

Am I not a creation to me marveled at?
Am I not so special for you?
Won’t you give me droplets of blood?
And that too few?

A little taste of you,
And I will whisper the last words,
For your flesh,
As I love you.

Edition # 8 - Editorial

Welcome to the last edition of CAMPUS BUZZ in this academic year. We have had an amazing response through the articles, poems giving us a tough time choosing n displaying your contributions. CAMPUS BUZZ will be back on notice boards, till then keep contributing your random thoughts, musings, observations. Next year, we hope to get an even better response.
‘SAMANVAY’ the yearly magazine is ready. You will be able to lay your hands on it soon.
We bid adieu to our BE’s. We wish them all the luck in their journey ahead.
Also here’s wishing all students of SIES GST “BEST OF LUCK” for the forthcoming exams may you all pass with flying colours.
please send your feedback or contributions to:
magclubsies@gmail.com. The online or E version of this is http://samanvaycampusbuzz.blogspot.com.
Campus BuZz team:

Nikhil Nair(BE COMPS)

Karen S Aranha(TE PPT)

Shradha Aiyer(TE COMPS)

Rohit Sahasranaman(TE EXTC)

Divya Krishnan(TE IT)


Creative Design Team:

Rajita Shenoy (TE CE)
Roshni Samuel (TE CE)
Mamta K (TE CE)
Rajisha Nair (TE CE)
Hemlata Singh (TE CE)

Edition # 8 - A LOOK INTO YOUR EYES… By Medha Shanbag (SE CE)

A tree that had long withered
Severed, forgotten how to blossom
But a look, a vent to everything
Everything that was silent
Silent, buried deep within.....
And out gushes a Furore...

A furore
Of pain, of hurt, of dainty denied emotions
Love, hatred, anger, disgust,
Looking upto lost ambitions,
Of fear of reigniting frozen flames,
Scared they will devour,
What little still remains dear.....

Another look and I smile...
Even in pain through the tears,
Smile...for being loved for what I am,
Rather than for what I am expected to be...
Smile for being liberated,
From the golden cage I was in.

Alive was my body but gone was my soul,
Far away from where I was,
But I smile for now I live...
For you brought me love.....my life!!!

A look into your eyes,
Those enigmatic eyes of thine...
Lets me breathe...
Urging...egging me on to smile
To let go, to forgive and to live.

I smile,
For a look into your eyes
Its all I want
And all I will need
When I see my reflection,
When I see a glimpse of me...!!!

Edition # 8 - One Last Time By -Gokul Shankar (TE IT)

I walked with my best friends across the campus, towards my class, my final year engineering class. The hour hand at the watch said it was ten minutes past 4 and there was not even a single trace of any life in the college except for us three me and my best pals.
Another ten steps and there was our class with the doors shut! Had a wish that the time stopped at that very moment but it never happened the second ticked heavily and we opened the doors of the class for one last time.
Wished I cud ask my teacher. "May I come in "and wanted to hear her shout, "You late again, no attendance." But there was no one there, just empty desks and we three, looking at the walls and the desks all empty with quotes we wrote and the classroom where the torture classes were held and the last benches where we had fun. Hiding from the teachers, pleading for attendance. Million memories rolled like a movie into our minds and there was complete silence for a moment and we smiled!!
The entire class was still there alive the last benchers sleeping, the gals chatting amongst themselves. Hari (trying to be creative) sitting besides me, cribbing about something Aditya (topper of our class) sitting on first bench taking down notes, and Teja (thinking that a girl will someday smile back) smiling at the babes, Ajin (wannabe) trying to talk to the gals and we laughing about something of the other, me occasionally scribbling something on my notepad, making some sketches or poetry.
Vineeth (bird-watcher) asked me to look outside and I without even a word looked outside it was an unspoken communication. Shameen (mentally unstable) pinged me and I, with the same enthu looked outside but today there was no one there just the deserted corridor and I could see the IT department at the end.
"Roll number 07..........” "Roll number 07............Gokul....u sleeping again........".
"Ok fine............. roll number 08". "......present ma'm............ ". "You sleep dear...!!!No attendance for you......... "
Wanted to attend one last lecture but this time there was no one to take that last lecture and there was that door open and we wished all the time to run away to bunk. But this time it wasn’t one last time one last time attended the class with no one.
JUST WE THREE…..

Edition # 8 -“The India of my dreams.” By Nikhil Nair

(As expressed by a child of the slums)
As a child we always dream of fantastic places with fairies and all, but my dreams were about school and my life there. There are no fairy-godmothers in this one.

I was walking up to my school and in the place of small thatched rooms stood a solid building. My school had a solid roof and a tiled floor throughout the corridor. My room had solid wooden chairs in various colors! There were fans, lights that worked! And my teacher… boy she was the most different of all. She wore no stern expression; instead she had a welcoming look on her face. That calm and benign look kept me at ease.

The park nearby that had just one slide, a stench and a lot of filth, now had become a wonderful playground. Soft grass, benches, the open gutter was nowhere in sight! I played for what seemed like ages. It felt as though my life had turned around.

I would return home to my mother, and I found Papa there as well! He said he did not have to work overtime any more. He said that I would finally get those books I wanted and that toy car that I said Rajesh had! And guess what! Mama was making rotis for dinner; I had never had rotis when there were no special occasions. And a spanking shiny ‘fridge in the kitchen, packed with pastries and chocolates! Wow, this was it; this was where I wanted to be all my life.

Good schools, good playgrounds, good food at home, brand new books, toys, everything in one day! Was this a dream?

Unfortunately it was, now as I look back, I certainly wish that my childhood had been like that. I certainly wish that that were the country I was living in. I certainly wish that that were MY INDIA!

Edition # 8 - Melody Of Menace By Vignesh Iyer (TE CE)

This day was expected,
After all those persistent warning,
She just let it be,
Her zits are so visible now,
She could have avoided it,
By the time the fluid were formed.

The germs were never this perceptible before,
They have taken the place for granted;
Little had she shook herself then,
And destroyed each one of them,
Maybe she would have lived long.

Now she started to spew things,
And even put our life to menace.
All that barfs are still out,
Unclean!!

My sympathy for her,
Seeing her so green,
Her temperature so high!!

My children,
Stay away from her,
The germs have sucked her well,
And already trying to reach you.

All the smoking,
Has harmed her further,
Those ruthless things!!

They are the monsters of her creation;
Her humble nature has defined her end.

My blistering rays couldn’t help her;
They already shielded themselves from me.

Now I can only pray for her a better end,
Then to sight a corpse revolving amid you.

Now, Let Me shine for you my child.

Edition # 7 - Editorial

First of all HAPPY Holi and Id to u all, hope the festival brought in a whole lot of colours in your life and this doesnt include the red marks in your mid sem papers.
The fests are done with and now its time to be really serious about studies. The annual Magazine SAMANVAY is in progress and will be in your hands soon.
Any work in progress requires constant care, and support. For which you have responded superbly by sending in your articles. Keep up with this enterprise, and let both samanvay and Campus BuZz flourish. It is after all your wallpaper and magazine to make.
every contribution is worthy of feedback....please send your feedback or contributions to:
magclubsies@gmail.com. The online or E version of this is http://samanvaycampusbuzz.blogspot.com.
Campus BuZz team:

Nikhil Nair(BE COMPS)

Karen S Aranha(TE PPT)

Shradha Aiyer(TE COMPS)

Rohit(TE EXTC)

Divya Krishnan(TE IT)


Creative Design Team:

Rajita Shenoy TE CE
Roshni Samuel TE CE
Mamta K TE CE
Rajisha Nair TE CE

edition # 7 -What I have Learned About A Best Friend…….. BY Jithin Jacob BE CE

What I have Learned About A Best Friend……..
BY Jithin Jacob BE CE

-There are many good friends around, but best friends are hard to come by.
-You can do something or nothing with a best friend and still have the best time.
-When a best friend is happy, you find yourself happy too, even when it has nothing to do with you.
-Nothing ever sounds stupid, funny, or unbelievable to a best friend, and you never feel stupid saying whatever it is.
-People hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say.
-Sometimes it feels like a best friend is the only one who will ever care about you and think you are excellent in your own way.
-A best friend stay up all night and on the phone for hours talking without even realizing it.
-A best friend can tell the difference between a silly crush, and more than that.
-You always have that something extra to give to a best friend in need, and can count on that in return.
-When your heart has been broken, a best friend is the best band-aid for it.
-Sometimes the most used part of a best friend is her shoulder which she is willing to lend to cry your heart out
-In many cases, a hug and a kind word from a best friend is the only thing that helps get you through the day.
-A best friend would stick up for you no matter what the consequences are.
-Best friends will always be best friends, no matter what is happening in their lives, where they are, or what they are doing. ..
A best friend is irreplaceable.

Edition # 7 -Awakening Indians to India BY Ryan and Amanda D’souza TE IT

Awakening Indians to India
BY Ryan and Amanda D’souza TE IT
“Swaraj is my birth right, and I will have it”
-Bal Gangadhar Tilak
These words were said by one of Indias most prominent freedom fighters, words that still inspire. Our freedom fighters fought endlessly to free India from British rule. Today, we too fight, only for different goals now. At that time, it was for an independent India, and now it’s for an independent YOU.
Freedom, as defined by the Oxford English Dictionary, is “to not be ruled or controlled by another.” So, technically speaking we have achieved freedom, but are we free?
Our constitution says that, “India is a sovereign, socialist, secular, democratic and republican country.” The idea of democracy as given by Mr. Abraham Lincoln is, “government for the people, by the people, of the people.” That means we the people select our government to work for us. Does this happen? Yes, we do select our government, but does it work for its citizens or for its own selfish purposes? I’m not saying this is the scenario of the government as a whole. But it is quite evident that corruption has crept into every level. We do find honest and hard-working ministers who do believe in taking India to great heights but there are so many miscreants that you hardly notice these good ones.
India is said to be a socialist country, I.e., we stress on equality. Also, we stress on which caste do we belong to, we have seat reservations in colleges; we want to know which class you belong to, and so on. Truly, so much of equality! If we were to equal how come we know terms such as ‘minority’ and ‘majority’? How does our religion take over who we are? Our religion is supposed to bind us and not blind us.
And it is not just religion. Our ideas about anything should be such that it allows us, as well as the people around us to grow. That brings us back to freedom. We should be free to express ourselves but at the same time not say or do anything that could cause conflict. We should be free to move but not cripple someone else while doing so.
Such ideas sound so good on paper but will do us good if put into practice. India works with the slogan, “Unity in Diversity.” Let’s change the emphasis from Diversity to Unity. And, there are no better people to do this than the youth of today. Let’s grow towards the goal of a “Socialist and Secular India.”
Let’s awaken Indians to India!

Edition # 7 -Universally English By Nikhil Nair BE-CE

Universally English
By Nikhil Nair BE-CE

Every nation has its own customs, currency and language. When it comes to customs, or currency for any exchange there has to be an understood and accepted norm. This applies to language as well. When different countries come together for a cause or a purpose they must communicate on the same platform. Arising out of the need for a global language, English has become that language because of its popularity.
English is universal in its nature because of the influence of the countries that speak it. America has the largest influence; therefore it comes as no surprise that American English is popular. If you want to communicate on a global scale, you have to stick to English. If you want to be guaranteed large readership, your books must be in English, or at least translated into English. The internet is largely in English, and those sites that are not in English, can be translated into it. The most popular cinema industry has movies in English. Amazing movies like Life is Beautiful was dubbed into English so that a larger audience may be moved by its simple but well told story. The idea is clear, if you want the world to know, it must be in English. Even old literary work like the Panchatantra was translated from Sanskrit to English.
Among us engineers, for those who deal with writing computer programs, syntax is inspired by English. Our loops, our conditional statements are all based on English. The Do- While syntax which is used to run a set of instructions repetitively while a condition is true, is basically English. We do have syntax in Chinese, Hindi and other languages, but they have not gained popularity.
Other languages are not inferior. They are just concentrated to their regions. Sardar Patel had said that it was a mistake to segregate India on the basis of language. But it was done anyway. Thus today we find that wonderful languages like Malayalam, Marathi etc remain secluded and left for only some people to understand. While English spread far and wide.
We could try to create a new order, but to what purpose? English is performing its job as a means for communication very well. If there is any language that has functionally more advantages than English today, by all means change it to that. But as things stand today there is no such need.

Edition # 7-The ROBOTICS SEMINAR By Kaustubh Labhe SE EXTC

The ROBOTICS SEMINAR
By Kaustubh Labhe SE EXTC

The Robotics event, held under ‘Tatva ‘09’, was extravagant and huge, maintaining its legacy. The event attracted a lot of crowd, with participants and spectators from various Navi Mumbai and Mumbai colleges. One of the reasons for the same, being the inclusion of a new event called as ‘Autonomous Robotics’. Apart from that there were four Level 1 events namely Robo Sumo, Robo hurdles, Robo F1 and Soccer. The events were conducted on all three days of the fest, with qualifying rounds on first two days and finals on the concluding day. The response seen for all the events was tremendous in spite of the scorching heat and ‘no music’ near the Amphitheatre!!
The event heads did a marvelous job of designing and setting their tracks, with a little support from some volunteers. The turns and twists in the tracks of F1 and Hurdles, gave a hard time for some of the participants, thus toughening the competition. Robo Sumo was purely a game ‘for the robots, of the robots’. The toughest and the meanest of them were claimed the winner. The volunteers didn’t leave any stone unturned to ensure a smooth flow of the events. At the end of the day, robotics was a success, with the event heads finally sipping their coffee, satisfactorily.

Edition #4-Editorial

Hey everyone, its now 3 weeks since college reopened. Most of us are attending lectures, some are busy with TATVA MOKSH ‘o9 (our annual technical and cultural fest) and related work and others are running around for LAKSHYA ‘o9(our sports fest), the others we suspect are clueless about the goings on in college.

That’s where we come in. We brought you an interview with the GS, who told you what was really cooking! And we will do our level best to bring you exciting news of the sports, cult and tech fests as they draw to a close.

This time round we have more for you to read. Since last time people complained of little reading material and a crick in the neck because of the angles.

Campus BuZz is the fruit of our mind, work of our hands and at times the labour of sheer boredom. For that to keep going, we need your contributions and feedback. Write in to-

magclubsies@gmail.com. The online or E version of this is http://samanvaycampusbuzz.blogspot.com.

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Campus BuZz team:

Nikhil Nair(BE COMPS)

Karen S Aranha(TE PPT)

Shradha Aiyer(TE COMPS)

Rohit(TE EXTC)

Divya Krishnan(TE IT)

Creative Design Team:

Rajita Shenoy TE CE

Roshni Samuel TE CE

Mamta K TE CE

Rajisha Nair TE CE

Edition #4-Letters to editor

As everyone likes to be told how good they are looking when they have taken an effort to dress up, or be made aware of a small blemish on their coat, Every author likes to get your feedback. This is where everyone gets to read the feedback we received….LETTERS TO EDITOR

Dear Eds,

Firstly I want to congratulate all the EDS who are doing such a great job for the S.I.E.S wallpaper!!! kudos 2 you all!!!...

now-a-days my wait in the corridors is no more boring ...its fun !!..Thanks 2 the wallpaper...

thanks guys!!

          -Arpita Samanta TE EXTC

Dear Arpita,

We are speechless. So we decided to just give you another we got in return.This is in reference to the poem Reminiscence by you in the second edition. 

I know it’s late but better late than never. Just reminds me of the time we sat together(sem2) when both of us were new to each other and the whole class. Hope we don’t lose touch after we graduate. You rock ARPITA!!

          -Karen A TE PPT

Dear Eds,

Personally Euro 08 disappointed me a great deal compared to Fifa that I uninstalled it within 48 hours!
But at the end of the day each individual choice and opinion differs...so every virtual football enthusiast must give it a try...

          -Varun Hariharan BE CE

Dear Varun,

Its ok, you don’t have to be apologetic EURO and FIFA are both made by EA. I am sure they don’t prefer one baby over the other.

Dear Eds,

I love the design that you guys are giving to Campus Buzz. Despite the 135 degree angle to the articles, I liked the layout. Compliments to the design team.

  -GIST of many opinions

Edition #4-Shantilal Battles a cold by Anon

Shantilal battles a cold

In this season of rains Mr. Shantilal Shah

Developed a frightening cold;

So he went to the doctor who’d treated his Pa.

From here does this story unfold.

The doctor was dead; in his place sat a youth,

Who was confident, flashy and smart –

“Your problem”, he said, “let me tell you the truth,

Is no cold, but a hole in the heart”

This surprised Mr Shah, for his forty one years,

Were remarkable free of disease,

If you don’t count his piles, or the wax in his years,

Or his baffling allergy to cheese.

But he went all the same to a cardiac Doc.,

Who had thirteen exotic degrees,

And the 1st thing he said gave our patient a shock,

“Do you think you can manage my fees?”

When the tests were completed, his heart missed a beat,

And he trembled and shook at the knees,

As he stared in alarm at that terrible sheet,

At his bill for five thousand rupees!!

The doctor was brisk; in a tone very bland,

He said he’d located the cause;

The problem was clearly the thyroid gland,

But his heart was as strong as a horse.

When a specialist declared that the thyroid was fine;

Suspicion successively fell –

On his kidneys and lung and his stomach and spine,

But they were acquitted as well.

A surgeon explored his insides all around,

As he searched for a growth in the gut;

In a moment of pique, when it couldn’t be found,

Just grabbed his appendix and cut!!

The doctors then gathered together and made,

Their conclusions and all were agreed;

Psychiatric help and not medical aid,

Was his urgent, immediate need.

An enraged Shantilal, turned a violent pink,

And he thundered, “Enough, I am through!

Indeed, I am sick, but it’s not what you think,

I am SICK of the whole lot of you!!!”

-Author wishes not to disclose his name