1.34pm

The only reason why I'm compelled to write this is because no one has the patience to hear me out otherwise. Maybe this is a waste of time and maybe I'm going to make absolutely no sense, but what matters is that I make sense to myself.

So I don't know if it was the alcohol talking, or would I have got the same reaction even if we were all sober. All that I do know is that the four of us (three plus one) did end up having the most serious conversation in the 4-5months I've known them.

What were we talking about- if it's OK to take one's life.
(This is sort of irrelevant but this started because I said something to the effect of  "I'm glad the guy who jumped on the track died. Would have been miserable if he had survived"- regarding this.)

Well, is it?

Yes. Why not? I mean all the time we're giving everyone a lot of crap about how its "our life", and only "we" get to make all the decisions regarding it. And we do this all the time- in front of parents (specially them; it's sort of become a trend to not agree with them. I see it happening all around me; I do it myself.), friends (actually, they mostly fall in the same bracket), siblings (who interfere in everything you do, wear, eat-everything! Mine does, all the time!), random aunties who think it's their moral obligation to tell you what (not) to wear, relatives who will tell you when and to whom should you get married, teachers who will decide when you can watch porn, or kiss, or have sex... Everyone has a say, in every thing that you do. And you don't like it!

So it's just simple logic. If you say "It's my life", I will (only logically) tell you "you have the right to take it."

There is this theory (I don't really know if it's a theory out there, but it's there in my head). So, the theory is that life is given to you, and no one has the right to take it (or something along those lines). Not even you yourself-because?

I don't know. I never found the answer.
Even if I did, it never seemed satisfactory.
Maybe that's why I don't retain it.

The North and South of Delhi University

Because this year has been so harsh on me (and even worse on friends around), there is nothing more I wish for right now than this year to get over.

2012, Please come soon!

And because so many things have happened, there was no time to blog.

But killing these ten days is going to be more difficult than I thought, so I'd rather vent here than anywhere else.

If I hadn't announced it already (clears throat), I'm doing law! Law from North Campus. Now when I come to dissect this, I cannot decide which out the two is a bad thing (if at all any of it is, that is). I've wanted to do law since long (or so I think), and I'd already dropped it once. Dropping it the second time would have killed me. But the thing is that I fell in love with film-making in these three years (remember three years of graduation? I did it in Journalism), and divorcing that killed me too. It's the second-toughest choice I've ever had to make in my life. (The first one was dropping either Maths or Biology in 12th- I dropped Maths)

Now the North Campus part. When the whole world was pining to get into North, I had comfortably settled down in Kamala Nehru, an off-South Campus college. And when people had started growing tired of it, I wanted to spend my every breathing second there (owing to, of course, the many many friends I had there). And now, when all have them have passed out (Yes, people clear college and move on with life!), I am here, in North, for the next THREE years.

For someone who has not been a part of Delhi University, understanding this Campus war will be difficult. Let's just say the even though most of North Campus college are arch rivals, when it comes to rivalry with South Campus colleges, they gang-up. And while being in North Campus is in itself a status quo, The South-ies are always ready to defend their Campus.

Anyhow, the thing is, I'm doing Law, and I'm doing it from North Campus. Period.

P.S. I finally turned 21. I'd started feeling like I was the only one who hadn't hit the mark yet; somehow the whole world had crossed it much before I did!

DUSU Elections: Of floods and Cops!

I'm referring to them as 'floods' just because it's more dramatic than just 'rain' or 'water-logging'.

I thought I'd have much more to say when I was clicking these, but somehow now I don't want to.
I guess that is what happens when you discuss politics all the time; you get sick of it.

Security arrangement on Chhatra Marg, right outside Faculty of Law

Ramjas, Back Gate

Delhi Metro, Platform number  2

Chhatra Marg

Again!

Back to security

I was just trying to be cool. :p

P.s. Somehow the cop-show and the Delhi rains ended up becoming more interesting that the whole election process.

Slut Walk arthaat Besharmi Morcha- Finally!

Yes, the Walk did take place. And no, it wasn't a gathering, it was a proper walk.
Around thousand people turned up, and I am more than satisfied with what we have achieved. The pictures, appreciation, comments, remarks, criticisms- everything is available online.

What isn't is what I wish to share.
One of the radio stations did a show on how a Walk like this would change the society. My first reaction was to switch the station, but I din't, and I'm glad.

So this man called up and said-

"मैं भी लड़कियों को घूरा करता था पहले, पर मुझे समझ नहीं आता था इसमें दिक्कत क्या है? I now know that something as basic as staring is actually violating someone's privacy. I'm glad that the Walk din't focus only on rapes, but so-called 'trivial' issues like staring. It was an eye-opener."


I'm still smiling.
Sweet taste of satisfaction.

Slut Walk arthaat Besharmi Morcha- Take 3

Slut Walk arthaat Besharmi Morcha- Take 2

Click on the picture to enlarge it.


SlutWalk Delhi arthaat Besharmi Morcha.
Sunday, 31 July.
10.30am to 12.30pm.
Jantar Mantar Road.


See you.

Majaa Maa!

25th May, 2011- Bombay
25th June, 2011- Ahmedabad!

In these six months, I have been to four different states for all different reasons, and fallen in love with each of them. When I think of all these trips now, it's hard to decide which one was better than the other. I have fallen in love, with all the three places- Kolkata, Bombay and Ahmedabad.

I think I mentioned why I went to Kolkata and Bombay.
Quick recap- Kolkata, because our documentary got selected for the Annual Film Festival of St. Xavier's College.
Bombay- for my PG interview in Xaveirs Institute of Communication.

And now Ahmedabad, for a short internship. Hardly an internship though. It was more like a paid vacation, sponsored by MyFM (wonderful wonderful people), and all we had to do was perform a street play that we made in a week's time (whatte fun!).

Just putting up pictures (yet again!) because I can't begin to explain how much fun it was.

12 people (sab ek se badh kar ek item!). Awesome fun!