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To bring about a culture of enthusiasm and expression in the society and in minds at large. Featured This Week Mumbai Diaries

Secret Diary - Rahul Gandhi

Gelid Heart

Tapra Chronicles

On windowpanes of my heart, the icy frost Leaves feathered patterns, crossed and crossed

Yesterday, I reached the station from where I take my local train back home, called the Victoria terminus or the CST, a little early

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Foreword To give your expressions not just wings but an open sky to fly freely, to help you recognize your latent talents and channelize them in the most effective way, it’s back! With yet another opportunity for you to go through a delightful reading experience, and with the encouraging response received we are gladdened to bring to you the third issue of “The Educrats”. The feedback and suggestions from our readers were whole-heartedly welcomed and discussed by the Editorial team. And subsequently we are adding two new pages to this new look third issue. The first being “editor’s pick” where the Editors recommend books, movies,

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Confide In A Friend

Bhangi And Heman Return… The Tapra Conversations Between Bhangi And Heman..

Harry Potter Mania

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music and other things that has caught their attention in the past fortnight. The second being “kha mat”, the page for the absurd, the bizarre, the weird and the nonsensical (much like our lives) aimed at providing you with some humor and laughs.

designed and structured issue every What has always been our focus is to other time. give you an experience that is enriching and enjoyable at the same time. We have This issue is no different; the third issue received contributions from people o f T h e E d u c r a t s u n d e r l i n e s i t s across branches, colleges and schools fundamental philosophy one more time, ranging from poetry, to travelogues and that of Exploring, Expressing and original fiction prose. We are humbled Enlivening. by the response that we have received and it has pushed us to bring out a better

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multiple times and find another “you” in a couple of minutes. You can be a part of the human cloud and live in the blurr forever. And trust me, it seems like a happy place. But the blurr scares me. The endless possibilities of not finding myself again make me want to hold on to myself tight, tighter than my wallet or my phone.

Mumbai Diaries “Losing It” By Apoorva Jain Yesterday, I reached the station from where I take my local train back home, called the Victoria terminus or the CST, a little early. So I stood at the platform watching a train moving past me.

But what does relieve me is the fact that when the cloud scatters, you find people again. Maybe with stains of somebody’s sweat, or someone’s footprints on their shoes, but still whole, intact, still themselves. Well, mostly.

As it moved, I saw my reflection in the train windows. I would see myself for a brief moment and be lost till the next window appeared. When the train reached its last coach and the last window came into my line of vision, I almost had Goosebumps thinking I was going to disappear after this. It almost felt like I’d never see myself again. Like the train took me along. It was the weirdest feeling in the world, the feeling of being completely and entirely invisible. The fear of losing something, is one of the most prominent emotions that I’ve been feeling lately. As I get down at the bandra station, trying to walk among what seems like a dust cloud, just without dust and with people, breathing in their entire day’s work, brushing past their sweaty, tired bodies, stepping on and being stomped by incessantly walking feet, I always have the fear of losing my breath, my phone, my bag, but mostly, myself. Its difficult to escape that fear of not seeing yourself ever again. When I enter that human cloud of insignificance, I’m always scared of finding myself walk past me, without a hello or a glance of familiarity. There are a million options to lose yourself in the city. You can lose yourself Career Launcher

You never know what lies at the end, a ray of hope or a step to regret, a wrong step taken is not worth a life’s sacrifice, for in the hands of god does destiny reside. Love is so mystical, yet so terrifying is it’s end, When every ounce of your blood is crying for help, don’t chain yourself but confide in a friend. Perhaps she too may have walked the same road With a much troubled heart and a burdensome load, To find peace and comfort somewhere near the end, When she stopped long enough to confide in a friend. For then are most welcome a few words of cheer, For someone who willingly lends you an ear. No troubles exist that time cannot mend, But to get quick relief, just confide in a friend.

Confide In A Friend By Ashish Kumar When you're tired and worn at the close of the day And things just don't seem to be going your way, And even your patience has come to an end, Try taking time out and confide in a friend. The really long journey must have tore you apart, Keeping that burden so close to your heart, Gaining all the strength that you can at your end, Be strong enough and confide in a friend.

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Gelid Heart By Jagdeep Singh Ahluwalia

station, from manmare at a distance of 70km shirdi is located. On our way to shirdi we saw a thumb shaped mountain. It took 2 hrs to reach shirdi. Shirdi is a small place under a nagar panchayat, but indeed

expression that obstructed and defied any judgement; a mysterious sheen, much like the sea, came from somewhere deep inside him; a man in love or at war.

She stood and gazed at him, for she couldn’t bring herself to walk to him and talk. Probably, she didn’t want to talk. She saw something in that moment, something that was all too familiar, like a long forgotten knick knack unearthed from crowded with pilgrims came from various some obscure corner of the house. She couldn’t places. I felt that Saibaba gave me some kind a name it, just didn’t know from which part it positive energy and even at the crowded place, I emanated, but was aware of it like she was of the was filled with a soothing feeling of peace and breeze that blew from the sea and ruffled her serenity. Rest of our day was spent in looking hair. He seemed not to move at all, gripped by a nearby temples which were not too huge but stillness like she hadn’t encountered before. But she somehow could understand him, she felt a were truly beautiful. faint recognition of a common thread binding The other day we went to shani shingnapur. There exist a temple of shani dev. After our darshan we went for shopping and there we were amazed to see not a single house or a shop that had a door. People living there believed that shani dev resides in that city and that’s why they have no fear of theft. After this we returned to shirdi and from there we took a bus for Nasik. The centre of attraction in Nasik was the “Mukti Dham” temple where statues of all god and goddess were kept in a magnificent way. During the entire journey i was spell bounded to see those grand temples and the beliefs of devotees Saibaba that made the place more beautiful. It was a very nice experience, a peaceful journey in them both in that moment . But he wasn’t fact. I’ll suggest everyone to visit shirdi at least looking at her, he was looking far beyond her. Out to the deepest reaches of the sea where the one time and to enjoy the divinity of that place. sun now met it and seemed to immerse into the inviting depths to its nightly abode. He took a deep sigh, his first signs of movement or even The Sunset life, and started walking towards the sea and By Aniruddh Agrawal towards her. She just watched him inch closer and stood there almost in wait. As he drew closer, his face, which seemed to be so lifeless from a distance, now was bathed in the mystical “and not, when I came to die, discover that I had light of the setting sun; and then she saw the not lived.” eyes. And she knew. The eyes didn’t convey despair, sadness or torment; not liberation or -Thoreau peace or happiness; not the emotions that love or She spotted him standing, looking beyond her as war, triumph or defeat bring out in men; they she turned around and away from the sea which were the eyes that had made the choice, the most was teeming with an incandescence that only a fundamental and difficult; eyes that didn’t talk; setting sun could have brought to it. Waves were yet a had a million tales within them. He walked not crashing against the rocks like they usually past her but not without giving her a tangible did during the monsoons but rather were gentle fleeting touch, a sort of acknowledgement of her and supple as they kissed the rocks and died. The understanding. He kept walking into the sea, interminable expanse of the sea beyond the rocks never straying his gaze from the horizon where always elicited in her a strange melancholy; a the sun now grew a deep red, dispelling its last silence always grew inside her as the rustle of reserves of light for the day in a last hurrah. She the waves blended with it to form a melody of didn’t follow him or went to bring him back. She such longing and nostalgia that she always stood there and watched his head go down under turned away from it when she couldn’t take it the surface, turned around and walked away. She anymore. She always thought that she came to would come back to the spot everyday, not to this spot way too often but then again, there remind herself of the man but of the choice. the weren’t many places if at all, where she had most fundamental and difficult. is a beautiful place. The temple of Saibaba is a huge building beautiful made up of a carved stones mostly marble and the campus was heavily

On windowpanes of my heart, the icy frost Leaves feathered patterns, crossed and crossed, Left to be melted from the warmth it sought Yet to know what it sought, it wants it not, As the obscurity outside is opaque and rime Knowing I wait, clammed for the perfect time, Beside the windowsill of my heart Watching gelid patterns crissed and crossed. On windowpanes of my heart, the blazing hearth Reflects its glimmering guise, bland and serene, Waiting to be acknowledged is of all it thought Yet to know what it yearns, it find might not As the obscurity outside is opaque and blind Knowing I wait, tranquil with my mellow mind Beside the windowsill of my heart Watching gelid patterns crissed and crossed Through the windowpanes of my heart i saw The lambent stars veiled by the nightfall Glad they seem for they have found their place For none are left to know their charm and grace As the obscurity outside is opaque and blind They flare up with all their strength and might Through the windowpane of my heart I found the one whom I longed to seek

Trip To Shirdi By Shanu Agrawal

My father and my brother planned a trip to shirdi and booked their tickets. When i got to know about my vacations i also wanted to join them. Without much delay my tickets were booked. On 27th march we 3 and some of our other relatives left for shirdi. That was my first train journey of 18 hours, i was sitting near the window and i was enjoying beautiful scenes of nature. Next morning at 5:30 am we arrived at manmare Career Launcher

found peace in that city by the sea. And in the moment when she turned around serenaded by a strange yet familiar calmness, she saw him standing not so far away on the rocks with waves wetting his feet ever so slightly; a repose that at first glance was vulnerable and opaque; an

She would die old. and as she would fall asleep for the last time, she would look out to the setting sun bathing her bed with mystique and finality, and she would remember.

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Culture Vulture The Space For Books, Movies, Music, Slyness, Wickedness and All That Which Makes Our Lives Beautiful and Funny

Harry Potter, The Magic, The Mania & A Farewell

By Harshit Agrawal

I was gripped by Pottermania quite late than most people my age.

The sixth book in the series was out and my cousins had read it, discussed it and loved it. I made fun of them for liking something some ‘childish’. Made fun of them just for the sake of it. The actual reason was that I didn’t think that i had the patience to read something so huge. So, I was contented watching the movies. I loved them and didn’t quite care whether they had ‘Naagshakti’ or Slytherin, Repairo or  ‘ Uljhan Suljhan’ as long  as they had Harry, Ron and Hermoine and the extremely likable Hagrid. From the day the news of a new movie in the series started pouring in, I used to wait impatiently and then caught the first possible show. But still, i was not a fanatic. The true fan also read the books. I just watched the movies. I couldn’t care less. All this was going all right, but then disaster struck. The fourth movie was out but not released in my city. I consoled myself by the fact that even my friends hadn’t watched it. But soon the DVDs were out and I brought one home. The problem was, it was in English and without subtitles. I didn’t understand half of it. Now, this was too much. The whole school was talking about the new Harry Potter movie while I didn’t know Peter Crouch Jr. from Mad Eye Moody. I had to do something. I had to know what happened after Peter Pettigrew escaped and Sirius Black was forced to hide. There was no other option left, the excitement of the undiscovered was too strong to be subdued. I had to read the book. Reluctantly, I started with the fourth book in the series, Harry Potter and Goblet of fire. At first slowly, but i gained pace as the book progressed and had a difficult time preventing myself from turning the rest of the book over. By the time i finished the book, well, Alohomora!! The spell had been cast. The door had been opened. I had been gripped. Needless to say, I quickly the read the next two books and waited for the last one to be released. I was one of the first boys in my school to get the last book and therefore an object of jealousy. I loved the attention. I read the book wherever I could carry it. The school bus, classroom, lavatory, everywhere. Its not that since i had read the books, the movies seemed boring. I loved them all the more. It was nice to see those scenes in real, exactly the way I had imagined them while reading the book. The last movie releases this week.  The best thing about a new Harry Potter movie, apart from the movie itself, is that they show all the previous movies in HBO every time a new movie is around the corner. And I don’t miss a chance to watch them. All of them.  It seems as if I am looking at an old family album. The kids have grown up now and it’s hard to believe that they once were so young. These books and these movies have given me some of the most magical moments of my life. I actually cried when Dumbledore fell from the watch tower to lie in peace at the end of the sixth book. The goose bumps came back again when I realised the true reason of his death. All the time while i read the books, I was under the Imperious Curse of J.K. Rowling. All the time, but the end.  J.K Rowling leaves the readers with the picture of a grown Harry Potter waving his children off to Hogwarts. I didn’t go that far with him. The picture that I savoured is of Harry lying in the four poster bed inside his room in the Gryffindor house. Exhausted. Drained. Victorious. I hope the movie also ends there. I don’t want Harry to grow up. Not in such a haste at least. I want him to be my age. I would love to read the books again. Not now, maybe. Maybe, nineteen years later. 

Secret Diary - Rahul Gandhi

By Sonia Bhargava

My four-day padyatra culminated today and I feel relieved after all the hard work I put in. More so as I had never expected to create the furore I did. I think using the land acquisition issue I’ve been able to “acquire” enough attention of the media,the public and my fellow politicians. And I assume it should be enough to make up for my long and continued absence from these villages which will follow this strenuous padyatra. While I don’t understand why people complain about my long gaps between such visits, I do feel that those poor, traumatized people should realize that its not easy for a yuvraj to bear such uncomfortable conditions. After all they shouldn’t expect me to have the simple dal-roti so often. Moreover to search the only house (among those shanties) with a generator to spend the night is not an easy task. Whatever they may say I don’t think I’m returning to the place anytime soon since my ears are sore from listening to endless grievances of the farmers and I need some rest. All I’m eager now is to see tomorrow’s newspapers for my pictures and the front page headlines about myself, just to know exactly how much attention and publicity I’ve been able to garner. I’m sure I’ve been successful in intimidating miss mayavati but should control my tongue while giving interviews. It was a tiring job and I feel relaxed and am satisfied with my work. Also I tactfully evaded the issues of centre’s stand on the amendment act and soaring diesel prices and hope mom and singh uncle would be proud of me. Having completed this task successfully I think I’ve taken the first step towards fulfilling my dream and this year’s b’day resolution of becoming the young PM of this country. I’m happy to be home as I really missed the ghar ka khana and today I’ll peacefully sleep on my cozy bed and not smelly mattresses, and will not have to walk to my office. Career Launcher

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Tapra Chronicles 3.0

Heman- bhai 200 cr ka ghapla kar k mst ash scenes. Possibly you might die laughing in disgust.” karenge......aur kya!!!!!

Heman –(to the tapra owner):- abe ek chai Bhangi – aur baad main jo case hoga wo??? dena......cheeni kum!!!!

“True Hollywood Style Movie”

Heman- case ka kya hai be.....woi 200 cr main Bhangi –(heman ki peeth thokte hue...)kya be teri thoda de denge toh case ka base badal jayega!!!!! “Loondry…. :p” toh......height b kum...lite b kum....dimaaag..wo bhi kum.........aur ab toh cheeni b kum....kya baat Bhangi – bhai newsppr pada kar.....kitna lafda ho hai !!!! “Vulgarity At Its Worst.” rha hai usi ko le kar!!! Heman- u saat up saaale....tere pass hai na tera Heman- bhai teri har baat ghum phir k newspaper “What The F!!!” tikadami dimag....jo tune apne aiducrats mai news letter pe hi kyun aa jati hai....?????!!! lagaya tha....aur jiske phasebuk k page ko doosre malum hai tu b banata hai.....aur jo bahut se hi din aid ki zaroorat padi thi.....!!! logon main se bahut kam log padte hai....!!!! “Say No To Orange Juice.” Bhangi –galat logon se suchna samachar Bhangi- saaale soch rha hai toh full flow main niklvayega toh yahi hoga na chai pani kum “Good Movie..Dont Go With Family..Movie soch na...ase mai ghanta hi lagega har cheez!!!! saale.....!! Mein Already Bahut ‘Maa-Behen’ Hai..” Heman- haan phr laga ki military main bharti ho Bhangi – haan woi be...tu bada journalist bana jaun.......teko kya lagta hai.....!!!! “Not The New Face Of Indian Cinema..Only phir rha hai be,”the educrat main....kya hua kya Good Point Was The Fantab Music..” nahi hua.....jaaniye heman se- sirf tapra pe”....!!!! Bhangi- chai pi chai....thandi ho rhi hai!!!!!! Heman – bhai tu apna dost hai....tune hi toh bola Heman – saaala yaha carrier ko le k koi serious hi tha kisi b type se cantribution....toh bas...... nahi hai!!!!

Guru Goof Ups.. words which our teachers may not be too proud of

Aandhi Aayi..

There Is No Wind In The Football…

What Is The First Thing That Comes To Your Mind When You Hear..

I Talk, He Talk, Why You Middle Talk.. You Rotate The Ground 4 Times..

Bhangi – chal bada mast tha tera contribution..... par na wo tere kaam aya na hamare....aisa toh tu hi kar sakta hai.....aur bata.....!!!!

You Go And Understand The Tree…

Heman – bas bhai soch rha tha politics main jaun.....phr lagata hai engg hi thik hai...phr lagata hai ghanta thik hai......!!!!!

Saunp! hai ye subject..Daus Lega!!

Bhangi – wase ase vichar kahan se beh rhe hai tere man mai....tapra ki cheeni kum wali chai ka asar.....!!! “An Adult Roller Coaster Comedy For The Young Generation. Direction Akin To Hollywoods’. It has very raw language and Career Launcher

I’ll Give You A Clap..

Kisi Ko Kuch Nahi Aata..Woh Tile Khodo aur ghus Jao uske neeche..

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Editors’ Pick What We Recommend..!

Apple iPad 2 It might frustrate the competition to hear this, but it needs to be said: the iPad 2 isn't just the best tablet on the market, it feels like the only tablet on the market. --techcrunch

The Calcutta Chromosome The Calcutta Chromosome is one of those books that's marketed as a mainstream thriller even though it is an excellent science fiction novel (It won the prestigious Arthur C. Clarke Aw a r d ) . T h e m a i n character is a man named Antar, whose job is to monitor a somewhat finicky computer that sorts through mountains of information. When the computer finds something it can't catalog, it brings the item to Antar's attention. A string of these seemingly random anomalies puts Antar on the trail of a man named Murugan, who disappeared in Calcutta in 1995 while searching for the truth behind the discovery of the cure for malaria. This search for Murugan leads, in turn, to the discovery of the Calcutta Chromosome, which can shift bits of personality from one person to another. That's when things really get interesting. --amazon.com

Google + When news of Google Plus' arrival broke today, we called the service an "all out assault on social networking." After playing around with it for a bit, we believe that our previous description seems even more apt.

Past services like Buzz have suffered from a halfbaked approach to the space, but Google has clearly pulled out all of the stops this time. With direct shots at some of the leading market software in the form Facebook and Skype, Google is in a position to extend its search dominance to other realms. As usual, the company has created a smooth, intuitive, and enjoyable experience. However, now comes the hardest part: convincing people that they need another social network in their lives, because without friends, you're just hanging out by yourself.

Memoirs Of Geisha It’s quite rare that we come across stories of foreign lands and that too in the form of movies, based in the turbulent times of the world war this one presents an art form meant for entertaining the Japanese elite.

--engadget.com (Google+ Hands On)

Indian Ocean

They have been called the pioneers of Indian Rock among many other things and rightfully so. The band that came together in 1991 has lasted for almost two decades and this journey has taken them

The picturesque geishas and their lives’ stories send you on an odyssey encompassing a variety of human emotions that’ll thrill you, depress you, enrage you and will entertain each of your varied palates.

from being on the fringes of the Indian music scene to being its face and ambassadors all around the world. From fusing musical traditions as diverse as rajasthani folk, Kashmiri mountain songs, songs from the Narmada valley and others to scoring bollywood movies like Black Friday and Peepli Live, the band truly has transcended conventional boundaries for the Indian Rock band. 6


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