SEASON'S GREETINGS

TO THAT SOMEONE SPECIAL

I'm attracted to you

Must be Cupid's conspiracy;

You are the magnet for which I'm the iron

Pointing towards you wherever you go, wherever you are.

It's impossible to change this nature;

But, I wish nothing comes between the two of us;

Silence is good for the magnet and the iron;

Because they aren’t alive!

They say, ''Silence is gold'';

Let's prove that wrong.

Your smile is like the flame;

Strong enough to melt the iron.

If that's the case,

I wouldn't mind being the molten iron;

Because both ignite!

If it does we conjoin.

SUBMITTED  BY:       RAGHUNANDAN BYRAPPA

                                   1^ST YEAR, B.A.

THE ORATOR WHO FELL BEFORE HIS AUDIENCE

THE ORATOR GOES TO FACE HIS AUDIENCE WITH A SPEECH IN HIS MIND.
         AS FATE HAS IT, HE FALLS BEFORE THEM, THEY LAUGH.
         HE FORGETS HIS SPEECH AND GIVES OTHER WHICH IS AS SUCH:

"Friends, you smile & I perceive what you feel.  

   The land, the land you stand upon, a time not so long ago, few people walked those lands. When one of their brethren fell, a thousand hands would be lent to him, to raise him & empower his demoralized spirit. However when today, when, one of your brothers’ falls down, you all smile on him with your ice block cold eyes, searching behind his shadows.

            Those people, about whom I was talking about, too laughed. They laughed with their eyes, they laughed with their hearts, talked with pride, grace, glory, honor and style.

They shook hands with passion and compassion in their hearts.

             Today, in this age when I lend my hands hesitatingly as a token of friendship, they take it firmly, but i can see far too well, their left hand searching my empty pockets.

            Today, in this age when they say, “Please, come home," and invite me to their home,I do feel at home. When I go to their house the first time, I will be invited. Second time when i go to their house, I shall be accepted. There will be no third time. For the third time when I go to their house I find their doors shut on me.

                This world has thought me many more interesting things. It has thought me to wear faces like dresses: homface,office face, street face, host face, cocktail face, with all their conforming smiles, like a fixed portrait smile.

  The world of today has toppled upside down. Vices have taken the place of virtues & virtues have taken place of vices. This world has condemned me to laugh with only my teeth & shake hands without my heart.

When i say glad to meet you, I say it without being glad. When I say, “Good bye.”, I  mean "Good riddance". I have learnt to say," it has been nice talking to you", when i am literally bored.

                  I want to re-learn, I want to forget all these mutating things. However, when i do try i find myself lost at sea. I want to regain my innocence when I was a child. I want to talk, the way i used to talk. I want to smile, the way, I used to smile in all my innocence. I want to regain all my virtues that I have lost to my ghostly past.
                 I have heard from ancients, “Seek, you shall find, Knock it shall be opened, ask, it shall be given. More importantly, Forgive, that, you might be forgiven.
                  Don't judge others & remember, the measure you take shall be the measure you get. Character is more important than reputation because character is what you really are and reputation is what others merely think you are.
                    I assure you, that you will meet up with innocent people. Don’t play double standards with them. Don't teach them which the world has thought you. Remember, those who hunger & thrive for the sake of righteousness, they will be satisfied."

                                Those of you who have listened to these words & will follow these words will be like a wise man, who built his house on the stone upon the stone. His house remained in one piece despite being struck by the storms and floods.
                                 Those of you who will ignore these words and will not follow these words, will be like a man who built his house on the sand upon the sands. When the storms struck his house..... His house was ruined.

                                OUR WORLD WHICH IS RULED BY TREASON AND BETRAYAL IS DESTINED TO BE DECIMATED.IF YOU WANT TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE MAKE THE CREATOR YOUR ALLY   BY PLACING HIM IN YOUR HEART.

                          "If you dare to place him in your kingdom, he will place you in his heart."

                                                                                -   THE ORATOR

(The contributor chooses to be identified as 'The Orator')

THE DARK, DREADFUL AND LIFELESS

Filled all with echoing dishonour

The lonely autumn tree minus the spark

Where occasionally an owl hoots or an insane dog barks.

Where the ceaseless wait for the breaking dawn

Shatters your brittle dream aeon and aeon.

N^th  I have found myself here

Or how or what next to dare.

Everytime that sparkle in your eyes

Has lifted my spirits and told me what within me lies.

Today, as the rain fell and washed my tears,

And the sun shone, that golden sphere,

The puzzle was solved as I found your part.

For now, I knew buried you were, in my heart.

As the breeze blew onto my face

Your voice whistled that I will be yours.

I cherish you for all that you did

And those pearls that came to me as you spoke.

Most of all, the one which read

“You are not a has-been but a will be”

Millions of times have I found myself there.

Each time, I stirred the storm clear,

I am sure your soul was near.

In all those empty moments of despair

I know you will continue to be…

All I wonder is, do you see me?

SUBMITTED BY:        N. NAVYA

                                       1^ST YEAR, B.A.

AFTER ANNA HAZARE IT IS TIME TO SUPPORT IROM SHARMILA

The world saw india’s fight against corruption by means of Anna Hazare’s fast. Anna Hazare, who is from Maharashtra, was on a fast unto death last week to demand a strong anti-graft Lokpal Bill with the involvement of civil society. But 97 hours later, he broke his hunger strike as the government gave into his demands.

I now feel it is time to spare a little thought to someone who has been on a fast for 10 years and her thoughts have never once been heard. I am reffering to Irom Sharmila from Manipur, also known as the iron lady of India. She has been on a fast ever since nov 4^th 2000, demanding repealing of the Armed Forces Special Powers Act from Manipur and other states of the country's northeast.

The AFSPA (Armed forces special powers act.) was passed on September 11, 1958 by the Parliament of India. It conferred special powers upon armed forces in what the language of the act calls "disturbed areas" in the states of Arunachal Pradesh, Assam, Manipur, Meghalaya, Mizoram, Nagaland and Tripura. It was later extended to Jammu and Kashmir as The Armed Forces (Jammu and Kashmir) Special Powers Act, in July 1990.

Her story, more than a decade old, started with the infamous Malom massacre of November 2000 when 10 people, including a 1988 National Child Bravery Award winner, were gunned down by security forces in Malom town of Imphal valley. The paramilitary forces claimed the civilians died in cross-firing.

At this point she was one lady who stood up and took notice of all the misuse of power, and decided then that since no one was willing to fight for it she would. The next day, nov 4^th she took up her fast until death, to make the people aware and coax them to fight alongside her.

She has been put into judicial custody since November 2000 when she went on her fast-unto-death, protesting  for those people ,those 10 civilians who were killed in cold blood by the Assam Rifles in Imphal.

 “The government will not remain a silent spectator (as attempt to commit suicide is against the law),” Ibobi Singh, Manipur Chief Minister said adding that the government is trying to bring peace besides safeguarding the fundamental rights of the citizens. But however the government has refused to go any further about it. Informing that the State government had tried to convince the human rights defender to withdraw her agitation, the chief minister added that the government even lifted Disturbed Area Act from some Imphal areas. But she has continued her fast till date.

Sharmila is being fed forcefully, three times a day, through a nasal tube, which is apperent and featured in all her pictures. It is said that her body organs have begun to degenerate , her menstrual periods have halted. The tube through which she is forcefully fed is continuously painful.

My questions to all my fellow Indians out there is that if the demand for Anna can be met in a few hours of fast, why her demand can't be met when she is on a fast for 10 years? Is it because she is from Manipur and the north eastern states are not treated equally?

It is time for us to wake up and fight for every part of our country. Because after all, it is our country. Anything that happens anywhere in our country effects us in some way and as Indians it is our right to know and our right to defend our people.

I support Irom Sharmila. Do you?


SUBMITTED BY: NAMITA SRINIVAS
                             3RD YEAR, B.A.

INTIMATE MUSINGS

IF YOU UNDERSTAND THE TRUTH OF THE DARK

It is elite, that light stands 

for holy faith, for enlightenment, 

hope and victory, as darkness 

is, for the wicked and ruthless!

But, what i vision is its depth.

In its core lies not cruelty,

nor does loathe, what it beholds is

that, which intimates your soul with!

What is more beautiful than a fake smile

or glitter and hype of success!

It is the strength you behold from the core,

if you understand the truth of the dark!

It absorbs your soul

and perspires every particle of sin,

it cleanses the soul and makes it a saint.

Now, all that remains with you, is a heart

with no memories, sins or pains!

The night paints your heart black,

a clear coat, with no speckles of white.

The soul, given a second chance,

now awaits the day for a new start!

Nights are beautiful, much than the fairy tales,

they are silhouettes of the soul,

painted with one's goods and odds,

no matter what the world says, 

you gleam as an angel of your world!

SUBMITTED BY:         VARSHA PUROHIT

5^TH SEMESTER, BCom. ‘B’

IDEAL LOVE

Who says you're not mine?
Who says you don't love me?
I know you because I've loved you and doing it still,
I know when you're happy, when you're sad,
Though your lips don't utter a word of joy or sorrow.
I understand your heartbeats, every single one,
Whether that beat is of fear or for the one whom you love.
I finish your sentences knowing exactly your thoughts,
Whether you reveal it to others or not.
I can sense your presence when you think of me,
Yet you pretend to stay quiet.
I get the strong feeling that you're always here, with me,
I really don't care what the world says, I'll always love you,
And I believe that someday you'll definitely accept my love and value it.
I shall be waiting for that day, for that moment, until my last breath!

SUBMITTED BY:         Suhasini B.S.

                                      5^TH SEMESTER, B.A.

A SYSTEMATIC MIN(E)D GAME

The Chalchalgudi jail which once housed petty criminals, witnessed a ‘criminal’ of a greater political reach and influence on the eve of this year’s Teacher’s Day. Law seemed to have taught him a great lesson for life!

Gali Janardhana Reddy, an SSLC/ high school pass-out and the son of a former police head constable has been living the life of a king, with Bellary as his kingdom. The 44-year old has lived royally, flaunting his wealth. It is said he possessed a golden throne, 2 helicopters, a Rolls Royce, a fleet of SUVs and the power to make or break the government in Karnataka with his contacts and power derived from the Tourism Ministry. He has proved to be nothing less than the king of ‘Vijayanagara’.Ironically, he spent Rs.30 crores from the government treasury on the celebration of the 500^th anniversary of the coronation of the ‘original’ king of Vijayanagara- Krishnadevaraya.

With the international price for iron ore skyrocketing, the export of iron ore from Bellary too increased over time and in parallel rose Reddy’s wealth. Owing to which he donated a diamond-studded crown for the presiding deity at Tirupati, costing a whopping 45 crores! Over the years, Janardhana Reddy floated numerous firm, one of which was the ‘Ennoble Finance’ and also brought out a Kannada daily- ‘Ee namma Kannada naadu’.

Janardhana Reddy business mainly flourished in 2003 through the Obulapuram Mining Company with the help of Y. S. Rajashekara Reddy, the then Chief Minister of Andhra Pradesh. Karunakara Reddy and Sriramulu too have been the directors of Obulapuram Mining Company (OMC) in the past. The Reddy brothers have been known for their love for gold and CBI, in its latest raid, has confiscated a huge amount of gold. A foot tall gold idol of Venkateshwara and a 6 inch tall idol of Padmavathi made of pure gold has also been seized from the Reddy’s residence. The long list of confiscated items contained 50 necklaces, 650 gold bangles, 300 earrings, and about 1300 gold rings amongst other items. Sources have indicated that this was just the tip of the ‘gold’berg!

Illegal mining in Bellary was so rampant that the Lokayukta of Karnataka had to dedicate about 10 chapters to the role of Janardhana Reddy in his report on Illegal Mining in Karnataka. The ombudsman had severely criticized the trio of Karunakara, Janardhana Reddy and Sriramulu and recommended a detailed probe into their finances.

The law finally caught up with the ‘benami’ transaction between Jagan Reddy and Janardhana Reddy coming to the fore after YSR’s death.

Preliminary investigations have revealed the Reddy brothers have amassed wealth to the tune of 7500 crores through illegal mining.

Shouldn’t our judicial system be quick enough to handle such situations and issues and take swift action? Many ministers in this country have been involved in many cases in the past. But, they have often been seen to delay the judicial proceedings against them citing health reasons. When will they stop delaying the justice system and stand trial? When would justice be seen being delivered? When will equality before the law actually become reality in this state of Karnataka?

As long as people like Janardhana Reddy remain under-trial and not be convicted, these questions will play on every citizen’s mind.

ARTICLE SUBMITTED BY:       NARAYAN A. KULKARNI

                                                3^RD YEAR, B.A.

EDITORIAL

THE CREATIVE CORNER inaugurated its activities for the academic year 2011-12 with a bang on the 16^th of September, with the launch of the CREATIVE CARNIVAL- an intra-collegiate literary fest, which even inspired the teachers to come forward and participate! What more could we have asked for!

The seminar hall was jam packed for talk by Radio Jockey Sreeja Mohan of FM RAINBOW which was encouragingly interactive with the students loving every moment of their interaction with her. She said it best when she said, "It is not old fashioned to be nice. A sense of responsibility is a prime asset not only for a Radio Jockey but for all professions."

As the semester comes to an end, we at THE CREATIVE CORNER are here with the 2^nd edition! Speaking of the ignorance that a majority of Indians live in regarding the North Eastern Indian states, Namita highlights the struggle of Irom Sharmila, which makes for a powerful read. Furthering the tone, Narayan takes up the case of the inequality of law when it comes to punishing ‘corrupt’ politicians. Do not miss the refreshing poems by Raghunandan, Varsha, Suhasini and Navya which explore the depth of the human mind in altered states. Finally, the brilliant write up on the ‘Orator who fell.. .’ will surely inspire many of you. The author has preferred to be called the ‘THE ORATOR’, and I am looking forward to the kind of buzz that it will generate.

I take this opportunity to thank all the contributors to the 2^nd edition of THE CREATIVE CORNER for their contributions. I hope the readers will cherish them as much as I have had the pleasure in reading them myself. The Department of English also extends its best wishes to you all for the on-going festive season. We wish you all a beautiful time ahead!

Do check out these posts at the online edition of THE CREATIVE CORNER at : www.mescreativecorner.in and do leave your comments and suggestions.

PANKAJ A. DESAI

EDITOR-IN-CHIEF

WHAT IS GOD?

When we look at things around us, we never feel them to be a miracle. We are so much indulged in and used to spending life with them that, we never bother to stop and ask ourselves- “Just where did they come from?”, this is a difficult question, of course. When a person finds something which is difficult, is unimportant, he stops bothering about it. The person must be unique, someone like Einstein to do just the opposite.

A layman shows the stars and the moon to his child to make the child eat his meal. The role of the moon or the stars in his life is limited to his child’s meal and never will it extend to his thoughts.

          Think about the Theory of Origin of Universe- ‘The Big Bang Theory’. That, a particle of enormous density exploded to bring the Universe into existence, is well accepted. But where did that particle come from? Something cannot come out of nothing. That particle obviously was born due to some power. That power can be called as ‘God’.

Of course, God is not as we imagine. We have confined the existence of God to Earth. If he were an ‘Earthian’, Earth would not have been created like any other heavenly body, without any special effects. Of course, Earth has life, but we cannot say that no other body in the Universe has life.

Non-believers of God demand the physical existence of God to be proved to them. A man after listening to a preacher, who was preaching about God and his miracles, asked the preacher to show him God. The preacher, without saying anything, hit the person’s head with a stone. Blood started oozing out and the man yelled with pain. The preacher asked the person if it was paining. The man said that, it was. The preacher asked him to show the pain, to which the person replied that he couldn’t. The preacher then said that he could see the man yelling but not the pain which was the cause. So by the same token, one could see the miracles of God, but not God himself.

    The preacher was a wise person. He knew the God is not in idols. He is universal and does not have a physical existence. Then, how is God? Maybe, he is a mass of infinite energy.

SUBMITTED BY:                ANURAGA M.P.

3^RD SEMESTER, B.A.

             

THE IMPORTANCE OF A TEACHER

“Teacher’s day is a tribute to the hard work & devotion of the teacher during all years spent in educating the children & helping them build their career with the quest to see an educated & developed nation.”

Since times immemorial, Indians have respected and idolized their teachers as God. Earlier, we used to call our teachers ‘Guru’ and now instead we respect as ‘Sir’ or ‘Madam’. Nevertheless, the role of teachers has remained the same. They were, are and will continue to be our guide & sole responsible for the overall development of our career & behavior in their personal life; it’s an extreme respect or an expression toward their hard work in helping us build our career that we celebrate Teacher’s Day in India.

In India, Teacher’s Day is celebrated on 5^th of September every year. Indian Teacher’s Day is dedicated to Dr.Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan, who was an enthusiastic advocate of education and one of the greatest scholars and teachers of all times, apart from being the first Vice President and the second President of India. As a mark of respect to this phenomenal teacher, his birthday came to be observed as Teacher’s Day in the country.

On this day it’s important to remember that every student’s relationship with his/her teacher can influence in their academic success, Teachers are those who respect our ideas and thoughts & make us build our career growth, we should be grateful to their shared wisdoms with us, a good teacher is always like a candle which light the way you move in your life, they become something who is very special, for every steps we take we just remember what our teachers said, which step is appropriate if our teacher would be here, what would be his or her steps, that the importance of teachers teaching.

On this day I feel that every student have forgotten the moral values of a teacher, they have forgotten how important you are, your dedication, passion in building our career and behavior, it’s time for a reminder for those students who have started thinking that they have become smart enough & who feel that they are not in need of a teacher, it’s time to remember their hard work who encouraged, motivated, challenged, inspired & made you know better about the world & world started recognizing you, wherever you reach in your life, your teacher will always be a teacher forever even if you reach the moon. When you are a kid, she is the one who takes out the hidden talent of yours, & make a perfect blend of strengthening you by modeling herself in a good character, and respect for one another to focus on their strength more than their weakness, she gives you the freedom to make your decision of your own to become more responsible so that you can stand on your own.

I thank my teacher for giving me to write an article about teachers.

I am glad that I got this golden opportunity of writing about the values of teacher & remember my school days today.

On this day I request all to start respecting teacher values who have forgotten to respect.

SUBMITTED BY:         POOJA K.

                                      1^ST  SEMESTER, B.A.

CLOUD NINE

I started my day with

Myself on the cloud nine.

Each time my voice was not heard.

The cloud nine below me

Just dropped

And I fell on the ground

As a helpless drop of water

With a bag full of broken

Dreams in my hand

And tears in my eyes.

After all these years,

I have changed myself.

I no more start my day

With myself on the cloud nine.

My day starts with the alarm

Of the new clock in my room.

And my nights are filled with

Scaring silence.

But… again

When my mind tries to wander around

To reach the cloud nine

It comes back with the

Tick-tick of the new clock in my room.

SUBMITTED BY:                UJWALA S.

3^RD SEMESTER, BSc. ‘I’

A FEELING THAT NEVER ENDS

My heart feels the depth of your love,

Yet, feels the helplessness.

I know not how I found you,

But found you in my heart.

I came in search of you,

But, found you in search of the other.

Ask me not how much it pains,

All that I know is,

It hurts and hurts…

SUBMITTED BY:         P. SOUMYA

3^RD SEMSTER, B.A (S.E.E)

LANGUAGES IN DANGER

Although, many languages have come into existence and died away throughout human history, it was only in the 1990’s, following the publication of a series of worldwide surveys, that people began to notice that the rate of disappearance was significantly increasing. The thrust of these facts is easy to summarize, even though it is impossible to be exact. Of the 6000 or so languages in the world, in the course of the present century – an average of one language is dying out every two weeks or so. It is a rate of loss unprecedented in recorded history.

  But, it is important to stress that all dominant languages are involved in the disappearance of the less-spoken and written languages. The impact of dominant languages on minority languages is a matter of universal concern, and the role of English is especially implicated. The growth of English as a global language is not the sole factor in explaining language endangerment. Although, it is English that has been the critical factor in the disappearance of languages in such parts of the world as Australia and North America, this language is of little relevance when we consider the corresponding losses that have taken place in South America or in many parts of Asia, where such languages as Spanish, Portuguese, Russian, Arabic and Chinese have replaced local languages. Nor, for that matter, it is always the chief factor in colonial Africa, where inter-ethnic and inter-religious rivalries at a local level are often the reason for the endangerment of a particular language.

A language dies when the last person who speaks it dies or as some people say, it dies when “the second-last person has nobody to talk to”. A language lives on, after these deaths, only if it has been written down or recorded in some way. When people die, they leave signs for their presence in the world, in the form of their dwelling places, burial mounds and artifacts – in a word, their archaeology. But, spoken language leaves no archaeology. When a language dies which has never been documented, it is as if it has never been.

In a survey which was published in 1999 by the US Summer Institute of Linguistics Organisation, Ethnologne, there were fifty-one languages with just one speaker left – twenty eight of them in Australia alone. There were 500 languages in the world with fewer than 100 speakers; 1500 with fewer than 1000 speakers; over 3000 languages with fewer than 10,000 speakers; and a staggering 5000 languages with fewer than 1,00,000 speakers. It turns out that 96% of the world’s languages are spoken by just 4% of the people. It is perhaps no wonder that so many languages are in danger. The figure of 1,00,000 in the examples of endangered languages, sometimes takes people by surprise. So, is a language with 1,00,000 speakers safe? The evidence is to the contrary. Such a language is not going to die next week or next year; there is no guarantee that it will be surviving in a couple of generations. It does not take a language long to disappear, once the will to continue with it leaves its community. In fact, the speed of decline has been one of the main findings of recent linguistic research.

The sequence of events affecting the endangered languages seems to be the same everywhere. The main reason can be – the present generation becomes increasingly proficient in the new language, identifying more with it, and finding their first language less relevant to their new needs. This is often accompanied by a feeling of shame about using the old languages, on the part of the parents as well as the children. Parents use the old language less and less with their children, or in front of their children, and when more children come to be born within the ‘new society’, there are obviously fewer opportunities to use that language.

Within a generation – sometimes even within a decade – a healthy bilingualism within a family can slip into a self-conscious semi-lingualism, and hence into a mono-lingualism which places that language one step nearer to extinction.

SUBMITTED BY:                  NEERAJA B. SHRINGERI

                                                1^ST SEMESTER, B.A. (H.E.E.)

HEART IS A TEMPLE OF PEACE, NOW!

HEART IS A TEMPLE OF PEACE, NOW!

Its all fading away, 

the enchanted world, i once dreamt of

the night has begun and winter made its mould

now even my heart is cold

Why is everything so distant,

while the sky seems to fold you in its arms,

and you can’t reach out to it! Emotions seem 

like a stranger in the wild ocean of mind!!

The fierce storm tumbles the queen of oceans

all her way to the coast, sails frozen to death

Fog with its blanket of white, and sailors baffled

by a blindfold curtailed to reach out

to the chaotic world, just like me!

Heart is a temple of peace now.

But why is it incapable

to feel what it did, and

why does love seems to loathe your soul now?

Loneliness excavates your heart,

and makes its way through to mind,

then you're in love with it,

until you fall in love again!!

does it portray signs of strength?

or that of the inevitable sufferings?

by now, night has lost its darkness,

and so has life, day is fighting its way,

piercing the black clouds of the night!

Just like how hope springs up,

and fights odds with the mind,

for now, i realise nights do exist,

but they ain't powerful as a bright day.

Sun shines high and spreads its warmth,

such that even the darkest of minds,

fall in love with the brightness of spring!!

SUBMITTED BY:         VARSHA PUROHIT

5^TH SEMESTER, BCom. ‘B’

IN YOUR HONOUR

Unselfishly you left your father and mother,

You left behind your sisters and your brothers,

Leaving your beloved wife and children,

You but hold on your dreams – your lives.

On foreign soil, you found yourself planted to fight

For those whose freedom you granted.

Without your sacrifice their cause would be lost,

But you carried onward, no matter the cost.

Many horrors you had endured and seen.

Many faces had haunted your dreams.

You cheered as your enemies littered the ground,

You cried as your brothers fell all around.

When it was over, you all came back home,

Some were left with memories to face all alone,

Some found themselves in the company of friends

As their crosses cast shadows across the land.

Those who survived were forever scared emotionally,

Physically, permanently marked.

Those who did not, now sleep eternally. 

’Neath the ground, they had given their lives to keep free.

SUBMITTED BY:       RAMYA S.

1^ST SEMESTER, B.A.