Gymkhana Elections: The lowdown on what YOU need to win!

DISCLAIMER: The average IITian would rather be caught sneaking into Dr. Khijwania’s class 8 minutes late than contesting an election for a senate position. This post is not for that fellow (its open to reading to all, though). Also, this is a personal comment on an undisputedly public issue. You are, however, free to raise a pseudo controversy if it helps you spark up your life.

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 This one’s for those who demand contextually rich and practical tips. Without ado, I present my half baked yet fully effective 3 prong strategy to tilt the next campus elections in your favor:

AIM: To win, or at least make an impact in the Gymkhana elections. (We will abhor from judging the unfortunate reasons behind the same)

STRATEGY: The following are needed-

1.  An active and preferably ongoing understanding with Bhoomi da & Co. and Vimal et al: The aforementioned are the effective incarnations of the RBI and its branches in the context of (our) campus except that they prefer dealing in closed-market operations. For the engineering-struck hapless souls in the campus, outlets of their preferred currency are nothing short of an oasis in an otherwise scorched earth. Controlling supply via closed market purchases and internal MOUs can effectively help you acquiring a vote demographic that is more generic and more encompassing than any academic department, festival or grudge ;)

2.  An active and again, preferably ongoing understanding with the “bike waale bhaiyyas: This is related slightly more to the D-day executions, however no less important. Read On:

a. Last-minute convert-ees or lost/uninformed souls that need to be ferried to the ballot center.

b. Last minute rebels and rebel leaders that need to be tactfully tackled.

These and lots of other unpleasant and demanding situations are concomitant with elections and even the greatest political minds need to first be able to reach the issue before they can go all ‘Chankaya!’ Enter the Bajaj Pulsar. And the Yamaha FZ. And even the rickety old Hero Honda Splendor. As long its got a motor and wheels, it will more than do. An unnamed source said, “Almost 40% of the votes gathered for a certain winning candidate in the 2012 Gymkhana elections were ensured with the help of some common sense and a pair of wheels.” 

3.  The gift of Gab: This one’s a little hard to arrange, especially on a short-notice. However, worry not. As long as you’ve got points 1 and 2 covered, you are destined to run into people who can help you with point 3 (A recent study shows that jobless-ness looks for more of its kind, always.) And then, you’ll be waxing eloquent day long, ironically employing words such as “sincerely” like a broken hydrant for what is left of the campaigning period ( ‘sincere’ derives itself from sin cera, literally translated to ‘without wax’).

Get these in place and smile your way to the ballot center. Happy counting!

Silly, crazy, adorable, memorable.

Watching Tom and Jerry was the ultimate form of entertainment. Scribbling on a crisp new sheet of paper with a unsharpened pencil was like working on my magnum opus. Discussing the various superheroes in the marvel universe and how I would be much better suited to the gift of powers that they were blessed with formed a heated debate. The swings in the local park were the only things that I associated with a “high”. Friends were taken for granted, then. I always knew that irrespective of whatever might transpire, there would always be a tomorrow, a brand new chance to hang out with and hang out with your buddies at school. Playing “chhupam-chhupai” and “vish-amrit” or running around the street with a plastic bat in my hand meant playtime. Vengaboys and Ricky Martin were the trendiest musical entities in the world. Early morning waking up, dressing up in the school shades and boarding the school bus was second nature. Girls were nothing short of mythical creatures that loved the color pink and dreamt of ponies. Friends stayed. I stayed y for them too. A clear liquid in your glass implied nothing more than water. Acting “crazy” wasn’t a by-product of some extraneous chemical entering my body.
Things were simpler. Less tangle-y. Motives were forthright, not ulterior. Childhood is a nice place to be in. Peter Pan was a lucky boy! How I wish it’d come back! Here’s hoping I(and you) have a revisit(somehow) into those magical magical times(and come back with a cute smile) :)

 

 

Humbled.

Ebullience was second nature to her,

daughter of the mighty mountain

leaping, galloping and prancing she went

crossing the greens, some plains and a fountain

 

People cooed and people cawed,

her brilliance was such!

She rushed forth in a regal gait,

leaving behind nothing but her touch

 

Hers, she felt, was the world,

a big and lovely oyster

Sadly, if only such were the case,

it wouldn’t then have become quieter

 

The clouds bode ill augury,

the creatures of the dark called

She slowed down her step and looked ahead

fearing herself to get stalled

 

The sight ahead was a glorious one,

the first such she ever saw

from one end of the canvas to the other,

the mighty Poseidon stood tall

 

She shook, fumbled and meandered,

resisting getting crumpled

but epiphany struck, and she gave herself,

at peace with herself having been humbled..

 

iMourn.

Okay, I might be wrong here, but when was the last time you remember seeing yourself THIS moved/saddened/shaken up ?

1. Bapu’s assassination? Yeah, that would make sense. He led an entire nation to freedom!

2. Princess Diana’s death? Again, makes sense. She was really, really pretty.

3. MJ’s death? King of pop. Enough said.

Now lets get to the point. When was the last time any of you readers found yourself actually mourning on the passing away of a CEO(Not counting any who happened to be a relative) of a fortune 100 firm ?

*pin drop silence*

 

Yeah, I thought so.

People often have the misconception that Steven Paul Jobs (February 24, 1955 – October 5, 2011) was just the CEO of Apple Corp. Truth is, he was really a rockstar at heart. One could read a dozen books on how to be charismatic or just see him delivering one of his presentations. The guy had the gift of being able to delve into the hearts, rather than just the minds of his customers. And his dedication towards creating experiences instead of just products ensured that the crowds gave him a response that was nothing short of phenomenal.

Watch the Stanford Commencement speech that Jobs gave in 2005 and you will begin to get an idea of what the man was. One could argue that all that was just a speech written by a group of experts for him but even if that were true, one just DOES NOT want to believe anything remotely ‘bad’ when it comes to Steve Jobs. THAT’S how strong the guy’s emotional reign was on the crowds. The guy wore his passion on his sleeve. Created and inspired the creation of some literally world-changing entities. Yes, Steve Jobs was as good as they come. In fact, he was the best of the lot.

And we won’t see more of him anymore. And because that saddens me immensely, I went ahead with this post. I mean, he’s one of my idols. He deserves more than a obligatory “RIP” on my FB feed. Sir, I pay you my respect and humble gratitude for helping millions around the globe “stay hungry, stay foolish”.

Have a great journey ahead!

13/09/2011. The weather God’s generous.

First things first, listen and please let me know if you don’t enjoy the song, I’ll grab my chainsaw (Yes, IIT workshops entitle you access to some REALLY cool stuff) : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=En4aZkij_q4
This post(like most others, I guess) is not supposed to lead the reader anywhere. No message to be conveyed. No morals to be learnt. Nothing. Just a small documentation of Tuesday, the 13th of September, 2011 @ IIT Guwahati. I stayed in my room. All day long. The breakfast was a sad excuse for idlis and sambar. It was hot as usual. With the sun showing no signs of backing off. I downloaded and watched “bridesmaids”, a recent Apatow flick. Funny stuff. By the time the movie got over(2-ish), the weather God had decided to cut us some slack as I opened my balcony doors to some glorious cloud work. Cloudy, breezy and pleasant. Perfect. Moods bettered. Smiles manifested. The need to “document” the day rose. And here we are..
For those who are banging their heads after realizing they just lost 4 minutes of their lives they are never going to get back, I have 6 words, “do I look like I care?”

The happy zappy dappy post.

” The contours of her lips slowly assumed a slight curve, giving away a subtle grin. The grin turned into a full blown smile and before the world could fully brace itself, there was laughter. Laughter that resonated through every life that she happened to be a part of..  ”

- Sahil

You make for the “bunny” element in otherwise melancholy lives. You leave cynical people dumfounded with your genuinely innocent and wonderstruck temperament towards the world. The mischievous sparkle in your eyes lights up an entire room.

Omna Toshniwal.                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Stay this way. Hamesha.

God bless you. And a very happy birthday :)