DearKnights,
The Publications Society is proud to announce the First edition of the Telegram for the Academic Year 20252026
Continuing the tradition from last year, the Telegram will be posted twice a month to showcase the diverse talents of our students in the form of photographs, creativecontent,playlists,recipes,andsomuchmore!
The theme of the August edition of the Telegram is “MemoriesinPolaroid”.
Much like a Polaroid, we often wish to freeze fleeting moments and capture memories, raw, unfiltered, and timeless This academic year’s theme is an ode to the memories unforgotten, and forever captured in the telegram, being recorded by essays, photography, and music.
We hope the Telegram continues to spark creativity, preserve memories, and bring people together like a Polaroid, capturing moments that may be fleeting but neverforgotten.
Editor-inchief EmanMustafa
Frames Of Time
Irememberhavingchubbyhands,myspeechstilla tadslurry,andanoverwhelmingfearthattheworld mightswallowmewhole Whenyou’reyoungand small,everythingseemslarge–people,thesky, voices,shadows Theworldislikeaterrifyingentity waitingtodevouryouassoonasyou’revulnerable. Butthenagain,everythingisscarywhenyou’realone, butIneverevenhadtoimaginewhatbeingalonefelt like:mymotherwasthereholdingmychubbyhands allalong Wheneverythingseemednonsensicaland scary,mymotherwastheonlythingthatmadesense.
Myhumanmemorymightbetraymesometimes The edgesofthosepartsofmylifeareblurringtogether andfrayingastimesweepsmeaway Butpeace occupiesmyheartwhenIfindIhavesomethingto rememberitallby:akeepsake,asouvenir,andin morepracticalterms,aPolaroid Ihaveproofitall happened:asoftsmile,alaughcapturedoncamera thatwillneverfailtocheermeup,mymother’sarms aroundmeasshedressedmeupformyfirstdayat school.Overexposureblindsourtwinklingeyesand whitensourwideteeth
AsimplePolaroid,really,butmyentirelifeenfolded within.Afewpixels,butonescarryingmemoriesand detailsthatmychildishbraincouldneverfully commemorate Apieceofpapertomany,butaside ofmymotherIcouldn’tfullycomprehendattheage whentheworldisyourplayground,andtimeseems infinite.
A small grid hung against the walls, holding memories of friends and moments that had been captured and printed. Smiling at the camera with the people I grew up with, some of those who had left and those who joined me eventually, all of them leaving a trace of different meanings in those small photos of us, colouring the blank white film
The memories we made in those days were eventful; each of them now has its own story, hanging on my wall As the colours of the past leave a mark in my room, I look forward to the memories that are yet to come The ones I cherish the most sit in my wallet, reminding me of the people whom I love dearly. While the other happy and gleeful moments, with those who are no longer in my life, sit in a box tucked away in my closet, a bittersweet reminder of the past. Those that I can't really bring myself to throw away, as they are the physical evidence and mementos of happiness I once felt as those photos were being taken and printed. The beam of the flash and the sound of the shutter etched into my heart.
People who meant a lot to me at that moment, that is what I wanted to capture, rather than the memory itself With every set, I keep on reminding myself that everything is bound to change with time, but I shall still remember the feelings I felt for all those people and places I took photos of during that moment All of which brings colour to the blank white film that is my journey of life.
Aleena Mukhtiar
