Too Close To Be Far....

There was this damsel,
as pretty and vulnerable as anybody could ever be....
Her Romeo, after months finally decided to open up today,
All one saw in Lucy's eyes was the dream of finally being "WE".
 
It was a warm sunny afternoon,
Lucy left her house, in spirits high.
Months' wait finally coming to an end,
She couldn't conceal her excitement, though she tried!
 
He was fond of flowers, she thought...
Quickly entering a florist's shop, vibrant blossoms she bought.
Soon in a minute or two, she was back on road,
All she knew was there would be nobody now to stop.
 
Hurried to their favorite colossal Banyan tree,
Under which he had once said..."I LOVE THEE !"
As she stood there longing for his glimpse,
Her heart skipped a sudden beat, she personified glee !
 
There she saw that wondrous smile, yes! there was that captivating look..
No wonder, their first meeting got them hooked.
Lucy's heart jumped wildly as she saw him nearing,
The dream she chiseled for so long, was finally materializing.
 
But, something seemed obnoxiously wrong.
The mischievious stare in his eyes was replaced by coldness,
Only Pain and grief was what she saw,
All over his face.
 
"What could it be ?", she silently wondered.
Could he give away his heart to somebody else ?
or did he wish to so away from her,
without leaving back any trace ?
 
He came close and held her tight,
She knew that everything seemed really right.
She could never let him go,
Without him, the sun in her sky could never glow.
 
But, destiny held a separation in store for them,
Love was never so easy, It appeared to be a devilish game.
He locked his eyes with hers and said that their dream was meant to forever stay as a dream,
As his people would never wish to see them in one single frame.
 
That evening, together they vowed under the Banyan tree,
No matter how far, their love shall be !
The gleaming bouquet rested on the rigid branches as a symbol of their undying flame,
They promised to one another, their hearts no other shall ever claim.
 
As they went on their own distinct paths that dusk,
They never knew what future for them, fate had lurk.
Though never did they try crossing paths again,
Instead of You and Me, they lived ever after as "WE".
 
The distance between them hardly mattered,
As they felt protected in each other's bosom.
They weaved the tapestry of their dream in their hearts,
The separation was defeated by their magical bond.
 
Years later, just like the tree is connected to the withered bouquet,
They are attached, though their hair has turned grey.
Lucy still is the fragile little girl behind that wrinkled face,
And her name still makes his ruckled face all ablaze.

First semester of the BOISTEROUS & MESSED UP MASTERMINDS ! [B.M.M]

Ever seen guys in vivid coloured sneakers, wearing rock band tees, hipsters and talking crazy stuffs ? Ever noticed girls with freaky hairdos and strange nail arts, constantly hoopked onto their i-pods ? Don't ponder much. They must be one of the future AD Gurus..like Prahlad Kakkar or must be the next Cyrus Broacha..and not to forget, the future Barkha Dutt. The coolest people around the campus, always in a hurry and the ones to greet you with huge smiles.. These are the Boisterous & Messed up MASTERMINDS who dream to be a part of the Media, some years from now.

These crazy folks belong to the stream of the creative minds....The Bachelors Of Mass Media. Walk down the coridor of their floor and you will certainly get to hear sundry adjectives from various sources adorning this fellowship.

To start with, as you pass by the staffroom, every single professor from every single department seems to be in awe of their artistic works but, find it very difficult to compliment them because they are irritated by the noise they make right from the very starting of the day. As you proceed towards the other classrooms, the IT folks are too busy to value the lucrative ideas and proudly state that these folks have no seriousness about anything. Then if by any chance , you get to meet the non-teaching staff members, they will glare at you and describe the budding Media folks as the best of the lot, who never look grumpy, are always full of life. They will tell you how cheerful these BMM people are but, will end by saying that they make a real mess of their classroom when the lectures are over. You will find several units of students terming the BMM people as oversmart, hoity-toity, pompous and individuals who are puffed up with false pride and are full of attitude. These remarks don't change the BMM ways and these folks hardly criticize the rest.. not because they don't know the art of taunting, but because they have no time with assignments piling up every moment.

This is not the end....
Incase, you are extra curious about this crazy clan and ask the other streams regarding their studies...all you will get to hear from them will be the flowery aspects of the course and nothing else. They will say that the BMM students come to college with a digital camera and watch movies every week, enjoy fests throughout the semester and create a mess of the bulletin board. But, who bothers to ponder about the realities that exist beyond the coridor and inside the classroom ? Ask an insider for the microscopic view.
BMM is not just about the hype it gets or the false image that is projected everywhere about it. It's about the intensity of love you can give to your work.

The only mantra in BMM is DON'T WORK HARD. LOVE YOUR WORK AND THEN THE HARD WORK WILL TURN INTO FUNWORK.
It's all about the hectic schedule filled with back to back tests, assignments, presentations and thinking beyond reality.

After the completion of a happening semester, every BMM student learns few lessons from his experiences. The best one is to co-operate with your group members. Most of these lessons stay with him till the end of the course and some of them live even after he leaves the college.

LESSON # 1 : THROW AWAY THE MISCONCEPTION THAT BMM IS ALL FUN AND NO WORK.

LESSON # 2 : NO MATTER HOW GREAT YOU GROUP MEMBERS ARE, AT THE END, IT WILL BE ONE PERSON WORKING AND THE CREDIT BEING SHARED BY ALL, UNLESS YOU SPEAK UP FOR YOURSELF.

LESSON # 3 : YOU HAVE TO SACRIFICE YOUR SIESTA AND EVEN STAY AWAKE FOR LONG HOURS INORDER TO MAINTAIN A GOOD IMPRESSION IN COLLEGE.

LESSON # 4 : THE COLLEGE FESTS ARE NOT ABOUT PARTICIPATING BUT, CHEERING FOR YOUR COLLEGE MATTERS A REAL BIG DEAL.

LESSON # 5 : THE ONLY THING TO CRAVE FOR IS AN INTERNSHIP OPPORTUNITY. NEVER LET GO OF ONE.

LESSON # 6 : YOU WON'T BE SCOLDED IF YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH A THOUSAND TIMES DURING THE SAME LECTURE... BUT, KEEP IN MIND, YOU HAVE TO TALK SENSE.

LESSON # 7 : YOU CANNOT LET THE WHOLE CLASS KNOW ABOUT YOUR IDEAS BECAUSE EVERY SECOND PERSON KEEPS HIS EYES AND EARS ALERT TO ABSORB THE IDEAS.

LESSON # 8 : ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS THINK OUT OF THE BOX. THE FARTHER YOUR IMAGINATION GOES, THE MORE MARKS YOU SCORE.

LESSON # 9 : START DETESTING THE WORD "RELY". AS SOON AS YOU JOIN BMM, PLEASE GET RID OF THIS WORD AS YOU CAN NEVER RELY ON ANYBODY FOR ANY WORK.

LESSON # 10 : VERY IMPORTANT : MAKE THIS AMPLI-CLEAR TO YOURSELF THAT THE TESTS AND THE PRESENTATION DATES WILL NEVER BE DEFERRED.

LESSON # 11 : ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT ONCE THE SYLLABUS FOR THE TEST IS ANNOUNCED, NOBODY CAN CHANGE IT.

LESSON # 12 : YOU HAVE TO SIT THROUGH THE ENTIRE MOVIE EVEN IF YOU FEEL HELL BORED. YOU WILL HAVE TO PAY ATTENTION TO SLOW AND DULL MOVIES BECAUSE THEY WILL FETCH YOU MARKS LATER.

LESSON # 13 : DON'T TRY TO ACT SMART WITH THE PROFESSORS BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT SMARTER THAN THEM AND THE KEY TO YOUR MARKS LIES ONLY IN THEIR HANDS.

LESSON # 14 : EVERY MORNING, READ THE BULLETIN BOARD BECAUSE THE NOTICE PUT UP THERE, MAY NOT BE ANNOUNCED IN THE CLASS AND YOU MIGHT REPENT IT LATER...IF YOU DON'T READ THEM.

LESSON # 15 : COLLEGE DOESN'T GET OVER ONCE THE LECTURES ARE OVER. YOU NEED TO STAY BACK FOR THE ASSIGNMENTS COMING THAT NEED YOUR ATTENTION.


Life no longer remains a bed of roses once you enter the fun-filled and at the same time busy world of Media Studies..... Enjoy your busy schedule and you will achieve excellence. And, that's what matters at the end...!...

CHEERS to the NOISY FOLKS....Creatively utilising every moment of their day!