Vacation chronicle

   

It is that time of the year again! 

Having eagerly awaited the end of the semester and the conclusion of the examinations, one crosses onto the other side of the spectrum almost magically!

We almost always cover the journey from "Vacations are so boring", "vacations are killing me" to finally saying  "I want to see college again"  almost within a week’s time from the last day of college. Looks like, we seem to be running out of ‘things to do’ and ‘things to speak of’ very soon.

This winter, even as you wake up to chilly mornings, THE CREATIVE CORNER wishes to invite you to chronicle events from your vacation and share it with a wider audience that we could cater to. Be it a stirring book like the ‘The Alchemist’ that you may have read, watched an amazing new movie like ‘Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara’, or have gone ahead and done all that they actually did in the movie, or just got yourself busy with an interesting hobby like pottery, writing (why not!) or even music-  WRITE ABOUT IT!

We will be more than willing to host your thoughts here and showcase it to the world. We are sure, you will go out of your way to make your vacation interesting to your own self- we will be glad to hear how you did so at ilovecreativecorner@gmail.com !

We wish you all a productive and rest-filled vacation ahead!

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.

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