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Selflessness, creative thinking and commitment reads the 'Certificate of Appreciation' from IIMB towards PGSEM Student Affairs' Council initiatives... ! I am honored!

Oh! Whom shall I trust in? Ain't it a wretched world? "Trust yourself first!", came a voice from within or without I know not! "And wretched it shall no longer be."

The puffed rice seller was tall and gaunt, with a wispy stubble on his chin. He was aged roughly about forty five. He’d sing as he went about the neighborhood with his sack! And the song he would always sing was ‘Hawaa Hawaa Aye Hawaa’, a Pakistani song, quite a hit during those times in India. His name was Amjad. Bool Sheet was then in his early teens and he along with his friends would play gully cricket on the streets or lagori – a game involving a tower of stones and throwing a ball around hitting each other with the ball and all that junk. It was a welcome distraction as Amjad passed by always singing! The year was 1996 and it was the month of December, Bool Sheet and his friends would as usual get back from school and then the games would begin on the streets in the evening, loud noise and shouts rang in the air. It was routine and yet it was fun and around 5:30 in the evening regularly the sound of the song ‘Hawaa Hawaa’ would come floating in. Bool Sheet and his friends would

by Shamit Bagchi I wanted to sing but no one would listen, Or there was no occasion except a few! So I now use Muziboo - www.muziboo.com I wanted to act but no theatre group that I ever joined And longingly I sat looking at the actors on stage. So now I play different parts: of victim, expert and joker on Facebook - www.facebook.com I wanted to write and I did And then one day the urge died! But I still blog at http://shamitb.blogspot.com/ I wanted to read but the books strained my eye. So I now use audio books man - WTF! I wanted to travel around the world - the mountains, the seas... But it was too costly and I was too comfortably seated to move! So I now have virtual tours on the net and read Lonely Planet/ Watch Discovery/NatGeo/TLC I wanted to help but ... Now you can use kiva - www.kiva.com And I wanted to draw/paint, create art and wanted people to appreciate it! So I created Dhonuk - www.dhonuk.com

I wanted to sing but no one would listen, Or there was no occasion except a few! I wanted to act but no theatre group that I ever joined And longingly I sat looking at the actors on stage. I wanted to write and I did And then one day the urge died! I wanted to read but the books strained my eye. I wanted to travel around the world - the mountains, the seas... But it was too costly and I was too comfortably seated to move! I wanted to help but ... But sing I will in the bathroom or my house! No occasion needed all right. Act I shall everyday - action!! Lights, camera or not. And I write... what the f*** do you think I am doing now? Read I will have to - the voracious reader demands and yells within! Travel I will some day... Right now I am traversing my mental landscape! The will is weak, the perception vivid. Imagination at a peak, but inertia gets us frigid. So finally I have acted! And here, I give you a poem. In the name of whatever. A help and a thought,

My mind was very disturbed yesterday at the time I went to sleep. Late at night around 3 AM or so I woke up for some reason and then tried meditation as I lay down. Focusing on my breath as I meditated - I went into a deep peaceful state within 10 minutes and as if all the impressions from the day were washed out... Later I slept peacefully too! 

This is like the most fantastic movie I have ever seen, mind-blowing stuff, no exaggerations. Period. Oh! Well, I have to write some bit about it, I have to. Natalie Portman deserved the Oscar like no one else ever did. I am shocked and in awe of what I just saw as the movie concluded. She has been able to perform in the movie Black Swan to perfection. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. The docile ballerina, a perfectionist whom the company's choreographer keeps taunting by saying, you are too weak and frigid and you need to let go, it is not about perfection and control etc etc. The transformation from the White Swan to the Black Swan is what the movie is about. In this process she takes another person as her imagined arch enemy and to reach that ultimate perfection on stage you get to see what happens to her personal life. Even if I have spoilers from the movie here it does not matter –you would have to see it to believe it. You would not believe what you see in that movie though. This b

Daa Adbhentures Obh Bool Sheet - The Keeck

Daa Adbhentures obh Bool Sheet: ‘Getting Out, Getting in’ or Prof Ongko & Telepathy “It is like this”, Professor Ongko Bannujjay, was showing it, waving his hand to show the n-dimensions. Then he started moving both his hands like an orchestra player.  Prof O we will call him - the mathematical wizard or just O. Bool raised his hand, his skinny arm didn’t even register in O’s  n-dimensional far sight of a vision. He continued on drawing 3 matrices simultaneously on the board, bored the students started jotting down the tableaux. “Taabloo”, yelled O suddenly animated and then went on to blabber more. “Do you get it? The fact that multiple such planes intersect and each of them are convex, yes what?”, he asked Bool in between repeating his previous point. He had spotted Bool – his arm intersecting one of his imaginary planes – and interrupting his train of thoughts - disgusting. Bool felt trepidation and the area around his bladder tightened, constricting any chance of liquid flo