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.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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)
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.
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.
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”.
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.
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.
Friday, March 27, 2009
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)
‘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)
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