Friday, August 18, 2006

Its My..Ca





There is stillness in the eye of the hurricane. And the stillness spawns a culture. When a mere red-brick wall separates barren lands from sprawling lawns, the masonry spawns a culture. It’s the culture of the oasis. It’s the culture of MICA.

Cut the romantic intangibles. It’s about the rational tangibles too.

It’s about the searing debates over the never-fully-read prereads pitching up the mercury another notch even in the conditioned climate of the classroom.
It’s about DCP, ACP, BCCP, ACCP and other assorted acronyms that take life as the desperate eyes of the tutor darts around.
Its about the spontaneity in giving five minute lectures on a powerpoint slide which you have never set your eyes on before in your life (When did we make that??!!)
It’s about The Holy Book of Kotler which gets worshipped in the daytime and doubles as a pillow during those humid nights.
It’s about a chance at double masters in entomology (10 million and still counting!)
Its about vibrant discussions on Rumsfield and Rakhi Sawant over a cuppa coffee at the chota.
It’s about sleep that takes a vacation and zombies that roam around half-naked having midnight walks and chai and cheese parathas at 3 a.m.
Its about spraining your fingers pecking away at the laptop and then spraining your wrist at the T. T. table.
Its about the guy who commits the insane act of announcing his outing to the city and ends up bringing supplies for about a hundred others.
Its about the jam sessions that break out at a moments notice and the dirt that gets kicked up in the war zone aka the football field as coin-sized rain-drops lash on your back.
Its about the audience, half of which swoons while the other half moans as another world- cinema classic lights up the open air theatre.



Its about the midnight parties, dunkings and pelvic thrusts to the yo-mica chant
Its about the heavy head and heavier feet as you dance away the blues till dawn and then some more.

Its about the bitching and back-biting and all other assorted cold-vibes with the life-span of a moth-fly, alive till the next bear-hug around the corner..

Its about the odd loner, alone in the crowd, but never minding that as solitude is bliss and when life beckons, that too is at arm’s length
Its about two dozen months spent sustaining and surviving each other, unaware that somewhere deep down inside, there lies a smithshop taking unsolicited orders forging memories.

At the end of it, it’s about staring at the stranger in the mirror and wondering “What the hell was all that about?” and catching you smiling at your reflection.



As another monsoon arrives and another crop of newbies walk beneath the arches with awestruck eyes, fear not. The past is not lost. It just gets added upon.
Coz ultimately its about the tire swing at the chota which remains with its tales to tell.


Wait! Strike that all out. Damn the trivialities. There’s more to it than the specifics. All those add up to something potent. Something huge. Vocab fails at this point. What does one call it?
Culture of the abstract? Culture of the absurd? ‘Life’ itself?
Beats me.
One can only watch the beauty of the little things and wonder.




Song of the Hour: Namak (Omkara)
Coz it goes way beyond the 'item song' tag.

33 comments:

illusion said...

Your article is simply MICA (Mast In Content & Analysis).....guess you're enjoyin the stint!

Gomes said...

awesome...JD...i've linked this post of urs in my blog too.just great

lash said...

well awesome wont describe what i went thru while reading this... its true that there are a lot of things which are 'there' and which are not 'here'... but to relate to this wasnt difficult cos at a far away place, i am a loner too.. even admist a crowd thats constantly chattering abt greek mythologies and globalisation i feel so alienated man... ur post struck me somewher i cant explain... its too childish to say this i know but i almost cried reading this

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mathew said...

nice post man..wish i should get in there..

boogersdelhidiaries said...

interesting read. should tell my friend who's also in MICA bout this. lol.

boogersdelhidiaries said...

interesting read. should tell my friend who's also studying there bout this. lol.

boogersdelhidiaries said...

interesting read. should tell my friend who's also in MICA bout this. lol.

D said...

Good read....may be MICA guys can put this at their website....I don't know about selection (Coz I knw it's damn tough to get in MICA) but yes, they will manage to sell more forms...lol

Id it is said...

Great write!
Despite the many acronyms that I had no clue about (DCP, TT...) I did figure MICA must be a great place to be at; enjoying your time there, coining more memories to cherish in yonder years.

Known Stranger said...

i love that tyre swing.. miss those of my young days

keerthy said...

got the link from gomes's page. she is right.good work.

Making sense of life said...

left nearly speechless....all i can say is ....tres tres bien(hope u remember at least this much from our french classes!)

sLcKrqn said...

Very well written, JD.

And you used one of my pics! :)

flashbulbous said...

jedi, how far have u reache din conundrum, plz comment back.

Vagabond said...
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Vagabond said...

Its about two dozen months spent sustaining and surviving each other, unaware that somewhere deep down inside, there lies a smithshop taking unsolicited orders forging memories.
What a way to put it bro! rocking!

aadarsh said...

There goes another face of life caught by your fingers, trapped by the keyboard and locked forever in the memories of those who read it...Cheers! Keep posting!

Wild Reeds said...

"Its about two dozen months spent sustaining and surviving each other, unaware that somewhere deep down inside, there lies a smithshop taking unsolicited orders forging memories."

Amazing amazing amazing. You ROCK man. Had 7 deliverables last week at B-school, been sleeping at 4am, same zombie-like wanderings, red eyes, dark circles, and WHATTHEHELLHAVEYOUDONEWITHMYUSBDRIVE?!

Minal said...

Seems like have left that places ages ago yet the memories linger and fail to let go.

I have never been able to write about that place and that time spent at MICA because the loss... hurts. Yes, still.


But, along with the momories to sustain myself a lifetime. I found a life partner too at MICA


And every single MICAn who has left that place into the big bad world would agree to every single word of your post.

Enjoy your time, girl.

rayshma said...

i SO completely agree & understand wot minal says...

can't put in words what i felt while reading ur post... but u brought back memories at a time when i was rly missing d lands of shela...

MICA rocks! make d most of the time u have there...:)

p.s.: LOVE d way u've captured the swing @ chhota!

illusion said...

happy diwali :)

JLS said...

'Wait! Strike that all out. Damn the trivialities. There’s more to it than the specifics. All those add up to something potent. Something huge'
we came here...each wired differently....n yeah somethin builds on...it does...weave the thought of sharing the common streak of insanity or common sharing of tragedy!! weave on...

JLS said...

n yeah!! namak is the song...it sure is .....

Cherubic Imp said...

Awesome piece of writing man...:)

Abhra said...

it's just way too good,it reminds me of days I have long forgotten.

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