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As part of an international campaign to free the apprehended Burmese leader, Daw Aung San Suu Kyi, Lady Sri Ram College organized a series of events to enhance the impact of the campaign. Aung San, who happens to be a distinguished alumna of the college (1964), has been imprisoned many times in course of her struggle for a free and democratic Burma.

In order to celebrate this indomitable spirit , LSR organized an exclusive screening of the film ‘Burma VJ: Reporting from a close country’, which through it’s hard hitting visuals and singular footage strongly reflected the difficult fight for democracy in Burma. The screening was accompanied by a panel discussion which saw participation from some of the most eminent personalities including G Parthasarthy, distinguished diplomat; Jaya Jaitly, political and social activist; Ravi Nair, human rights activist and Sagarika Ghoshe, TV anchor who acted as the mediator for the event.

Dr. Meenaxi Gopinath in her welcome address said, “We feel empowered by the struggle of this illustrious alumna for democracy and human rights in Burma.”

Parthasarthy expressed the need for international pressure to solve the Burmese issue- “ We have to work with others in the world, we have to persuade ASEAN.” Jaya Jaitly stressed on the effectiveness of independent action from each nation by means of a letter to the UN Secretary General. Introspection and suggestions for the future formed a part of Ravi Nair’s opinion, who further went on to muse over how the world should deal with generals who had no “eyesight, insight or foresight”.

Also present were Burmese monks Ashin Pannasiri, one of the many mistreated at the hands of the military and who had to escape from jail; Ashin Thavara, who featured in the above mentioned movie ‘Burma VJ’ and Thin Thin Aung from the Women’s League of Burma. Ashin Pannasiri’s version of the famous Saffron Uprising of 2007 deeply touched and inspired the audience.

LSR organized an essay writing competition based on Aung San Suu Kyi and a cross country race for her release. The Cross Country which was held on the 28th of August saw the participation of over 600 students.

A message from Dalai Lama to LSR said,” I am happy to learn of LSR’s initiative. It is my hope that Ms Aung San Suu Kyi will not be kept captive for long and that under her leadership the people of Burma will soon achieve their aspirations for which she worked so hard and so courageously.”

Lady Sri Ram College proudly celebrated the struggle of a woman who symbolizes democracy and is an epitome of courage and values. It held this event with the hope that the world will unite in this fight for justice and see participation from the youth, just as Aung San Suu Kyi herself participated in the struggle to alter the lives of millions!

Author: Mitch Albom

There are teachers who educate us, and there are teachers who inspire us. And there are teachers like Morrie Schwartz who do both and provide us with a simple view of looking at life differently.

Tuesdays with Morrie is a beautiful account of life’s greatest and most important lessons, narrated by Morrie to his student. As Mitch Albom says, there is always one person we look up to, somebody who is older, patient and wise, who understood you when you were young and searching, helped you see the world as a more profound place, and gave you sound advice to help you make your way through it. For Mitch, the college student, Morrie Schwartz was just like any other teacher, it was only later in life that he realizes the value of his mentor, and seeks to relearn. And so one fine Tuesday, he decides to meet his professor. The lectures begin, interspersed with weekly intervals. Every Tuesday, student and teacher meet to talk about anything and everything ranging from guilt, regret, death to family, love, ageing, money and marriage. As the weeks pass by, the student understands the meaning of the complexities of life, albeit in a simple way.

Morrie Schwartz is on his death bed, and yet there is this amazing aura about him which he radiates to one and all. A certain zest for life that is immaculate, pure and beautiful. If Professor Morrie Schwartz taught anything at all, it was this: there is no such thing as “too late” in life. It’s a pleasure to read this story where a teacher teaches a student from the experience called life- it’s an honest, deep, profound and effortless flow of thoughts.

Brilliant!

My rating: 4.5/5

Like always, Apple never fails to go beyond one’s expectation in providing the best computing technology that has ever been produced, and the MacBook Pros are truly a part of it.

Made out of a single sheet in crisp silver aluminium, the Laptop is available in 13 and 15 inches respectively. It has an ambient light sensor keyboard, which lights out from below in the dark, and an auto light adjustment screen. The screen is LED and offers high resolution, making it very apt for those who are into film editing and photography, and for those who would like to enjoy a music video or a movie. The speakers are loud enough and offer excellent sound quality. The multi-touch track pad is a pleasure to use, as it offers various touch features similar to the iPhone, or perhaps more easy to use features.

Apple now offers its new operating system Mac OS Snow Leopard, which is the most advanced operating system in the world, and also the most user-friendly system, also making it accessible for physically challenged individuals like the deaf, dumb and the blind. The operating system also offers various applications and utilities making it a complete whole.

Starting at Rs. 68,000, the Macs have various versions available in the market and is truly worth every penny spent on it. Currently Apple is offering student discounts till September 26 where you can save upto Rs.15000, so hurry get your Mac now.

Rating: 9/10

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Q. I sometimes use my boyfriend’s razor. Is it safe?

A: Owlright now. If your boyfriend your man has cold sores, warts or hepatitis B or C, the virus could very well be living in his razor. And, conzequently when you use it, the viral villains can comfortably invade your bloodstream from shaving. Wait wait, there’s more. Hepatitis B and C, which just by the way can easily slip into your body via sex, needn’t necessary produce outside symptoms. So, you or your guy could be unknowingly infected.  Haha. Funny thought. To play it safe, avoid using any items that could harbor small amounts of his blood also, ( wait for it) including toothbrushes and nail clippers.

“Therefore”, there’s a lot of risk involved. So why not date a rich guy who can buy you lots of razors. Nice idea, isn’t it?

Q: Why do I get insane cravings when I’m PMS-ing? It makes me feel like a pregnant woman when I tell my friends that I’m craving for chocolates BECAUSE I’m in that phase of the month. Amma, it’s freaking me out. Please help.

A: Now you need to take a deep breathe, not once but twice (or thrice) and blame what the learned call the “brain chemical serotonin”, a natural mood stabilizer, levels of which plunge during the the days before menstruation. And as a result of this, your body becomes this stubborn *bad word* which desires certain foods, particularly those high in carbs, to help pump up the serotonin supply. Now let me come to “why chocolates?”. The thing here is that many women tend to reach out for nutritionally deficiently high-fat carbs like ice cream and cookies. They make the levels wavy because they first boost and then quickly sink the levels of the chemical, leaving you jonesing for more of the same junk. So munch on low fat complex carbs and you’ll be fine. Those “pretzels” and “whole-grain crackers” will satisfy your cravings for sure. AND, they’re easily available in every Indian household, now aren’t they? Lawl Lawl. This is amma saying, good bye and have a ball.

Andy Roddick- Persevere yet

-Radhika Marwah

To say that the latest edition of the US Open is a bolt from the blue would perhaps be taking it a bit far, but it is a shocker alright. So far, as I sit down to write this piece, Andy Roddick and Andy Murray have been the biggest upsets of the season, while 17 year old, Melanie Oudin has overpowered the likes of Sharapova and Dementieva. Nadal is looking good and Clijsters has managed to conquer a William.

Well, this piece right here deals with the pain that the misfortune of Mr. Roddick is inflicting on all his fans and on himself, I am certain.

Roddick’s luck is conspicuous by its absence. Desperate suggestions by a fraught fan:

  1. Try spelling your name as Andee Roddicke; works for us, also sounds foreign and interesting.
  2. Sparrows are thought to carry the souls of the dead and it is believed to bring bad luck if you kill one. Er, maybe he killed a couple of hundred…
  3. Take a sabbatical from tennis and go in search of used horseshoes. It must be hung over the door with the open end up, so the good fortune doesn’t spill out.
  4. Organise a 14- day yagya, chanting ohm all the while.
  5. Instigate a conspiracy against Fedex, The Invincible.
  6. Introduce a law against men taller than 6’6” from playing professional tennis.

Besides the inanity, the truth is that Andy Roddick is a phenomenal player. I say this not because he is brilliant and flawless but precisely because he is not. Roddick is a player that everyone had written off a few years back. He was witty, aggressive, had a powerful serve but that was about it. There was nothing special about his game. Things turned around after his humiliating exit from Wimbledon 2008. Roddick worked hard on his fitness and completely turned his game around. He was no longer banking on his serve but playing with his head on court. So complete was his transformation that he managed to be the better player in Wimbledon 2009, even though Federer won the Final. Talk about being lucky. The match between Isner and Roddick in this year’s US Open was nothing short of epic. Being two sets down, Roddick came back with some hard forehands and passionate shouts. He played some excellent shots and Isner had a tough time breaking his serve.  He may have lost the five- setter but he did not play below- par tennis. What makes A- Rod so awe- inspiring is not the perfection or skill that greats like Federer exhibit. Rather, it is the sheer fight that this man has that reinstates my faith in him. Time and again.

Marat Safin

-Anmol Arora

Talent  is an amazing gift and a terrible curse. Too little of it can render a man helpless while too much can  blind. One talented name that brings ambivalence to tennis admirers is, Marat Safin. Standing tall at 6ft 3 inches he has enthralled and dismayed the audience for over twelve years.

He burst on the scene as a twenty year old, destroying Pete Sampras at the U.S. Open in 2002. Defeating Sampras at his homeground, he found himself curious audience and speculative media. Experts showered him with praise and hailed the Russian as the next champion of the game. While he was in possesion of awe-inspiring skills his temprament was wanting. Opponents were often reduced to audience as Safin either demolished them or self-destructed. A career full of ups and downs saw him clubbed with the finest of the game and also penalised for tanking( not trying hard enough) a match. His victorious struggle against, the seemingly undefeatable, Federer at the Australian Open in 2005 is regarded as one of the best matches in the history of the game. Subsequently winning the same event, led people to believe that his career was back on track, however, injuries and ordinary performances overshadowed these hopes.

With years passing by and age catching up he announced this year as his last on the professional tennis circuit; leaving the tennis fraternity saddened and nostalgic. The enigmatic blend of finesse, eruptive temper and dapper looks will hold Marat Safin immortal to tenniskind.

Delhi University has taken the mammoth task of educating the youth upon its shoulders. And in this endeavour, the university provides a wide range of courses. From a BA in Chinese to a B.Sc in Food Technology, DU has a lot to offer to its students. And now, it seems, the university has unintentionally added another course to its rather long list: that in animal relations. No, it isn’t official, but with the wide variety of animals on campus, students have no option but to deal with them and acclimatize themselves to their furry friends.

Almost all DU colleges have canine presence on campus. A stray nonchalantly wandering into a classroom whilst a class is in progress is a common sight. It hardly elicits a reaction beyond the initial sniggers. Only a classroom full of freshers, who are not yet used to such idiosyncrasies of the establishment of DU, are fascinated by it, and now, even they are getting used to it. Of course, like students, even the dogs have favourite haunts. A particular dog haunts the lover’s point in Hansraj College. Another in is permanently stationed in The Girls’ Common room there. While most students consider them part of the furniture, a lot of them are scared of them which actually serves as disincentive enough for not going to the GCR. However, Hansraj also has its fair share of dog lovers. Rumour has it that a student was allowed by a teacher to take her dog inside class and actually got double attendance for that class. A similar situation exists In Hindu College. A white dog with sparse black spots is found to be sleeping perpetually in the central foyer of the college. Different groups of students have christened the dog differently. Another litter of puppies has recently appeared in Hindu and can be seen wandering around campus. A few good samaritans can be seen petting and feeding these doggies.

However, the dogs In St. Stephen’s are close to almost all the students’ hearts. It seems there that everyone loves the dogs. Of course, some may disagree, but they keep this to themselves- such is the devotion to the four legged creatures. These dogs are well fed as they get the leftovers from the café. They also have unique names. Floppy, Pinky (who is actually back), Sicko are the well known ones. These dogs are integral part of the lives of the students here, especially the ones who live in the Residence.

On the other hand, Lady Shri Ram College for Women is known for the many cats that proudly walk about. These cats become alarmingly thin during the vacations, but are nourished back to health as soon as college reopens. There’s a really friendly tabby cat who is everyone’s favourite. Another ochre couloured cat is apparently drawn by the slightest whiff of food but vanishes as soon as anyone tries to pet it. There also an elusive black cat, who is said to be very beautiful, but is tricky to spot.

Jesus and Mary College has a small zoo within itself. With monkeys, cats and dogs scampering about the place, it is a haven for animal lovers. Delhi College for Arts and Commerce also has a monkey problem, but has a langur around to shoo away the lesser simians. However, students allege that the langur is kept in inhumane conditions in a small dark room. Stephen’s also has a langur, Chetak, but he doesn’t stay on campus.
dyalsinghpigs
But the prize for the most bizarre animal on campus goes to Dyal Singh College. They have pigs on campus! Some students are utterly disgusted as it definitely speaks volumes about the arrangement for keeping the college clean, or the lack thereof. However, students claim, that with the closing of a nearby drain, the number of pigs have significantly reduced.

  1. In building memorials and statues of Mayawati and her party members to show compassion for our downtrodden Dalit brethren.
  2. In the delicious samosas and khadak chai that is offered to the wealthy when they enter a policestation, after all the policewallah’s transfer is at stake!
  3. In the re-painting of the sidewalks and divider stones in bright yellow and jet black every 3 months, instead of, of course, lesser pertinent problems of covering pits and building roads.
  4. On the lavish cars and a dozen armed men who surround our precious MPs and their families even if they are out shopping for their grandson’s birthday.
  5. On the inconsequential assembly sessions, which are never, complete without microphones and footwear flying across the room.

As told to Pragya Mukherjee

Sonal Mansingh
Sonal Mansingh

Sonal Mansingh, the internationally acclaimed danseuse proficient in various dance forms be ranging from Bharatnatyam, which comprised her debut performance-arangatram and first raised her to heights of fame, to chauu and Odissi, has performed before the highest dignitaries all over the world and her art has won her the highest of accolades including Padma Bhushan (1992), Sangeet Natak Akademi Award (1987) and the Padma Vibhushan in 2003, conferring on her the honour of being the first woman dancer in India to receive this award. However her tremendous achievements are not merely a result of talent but of tremendous grit and dedication to her craft. Her passion for dance was such as to make her run away from home in order to be able to continue to pursue dance as a career. She spent long years training under great luminaries in the filed of dance such as Prof U.S. Krishna Rao and Chandrabhaga Devi and later Guru Kelucharan Mohapatra who was the one to train her in Odissi.
Her sterling resilience was tested to the limit when during a car accident in Germany her spinal cord was injured and her legs lost their function. However this was when chiropractor Pierre Gravel gave her new hope by announcing she may be able to dance again. Living with this hope she made a complete recovery and within a year she was able to successfully perform to a full house.
Sonal Mansingh has been elected a member of the Executive Board and General Council of Sangeet Natak Akademi, National Cultural Fund, Ministry of Culture. More recently she has been appointed a trustee of the largest institution in India, the Indira Gandhi National Centre for the Arts (IGNCA). In 1977 she founded the Delhi based Centre for Indian Classical Dances (CICD) which has produced numerous stage productions and been the training grounds of many notable artists today.
This legendary dancer’s passion for her art should be an example for all. Here’s a short tete-a-tete with the legend herself.

DuBeat: What inspired you to take up dance as a profession?
SM: I am from a political family. My grandfather, Mangal Das Pakwasa, was one of the first five Governors of India. My grandfather and both my parents were greatly interested in the arts and so famous artists would often come and perform at our house. I grew up among these artists and naturally grew an interest in it.

DuBeat: Was dance still not considered respectable enough that you had to run away to pursue it?
SM: Dancing and dancers had a negative connotation in those days and this prejudice hasn’t entirely died down even now. Dancing is still a problematic profession for some packets of society.

DUBeat: Wasn’t it difficult to steel yourself to run away? How were you able to make such a big decision?
SM: It wasn’t a hard decision to make. This is something I try to make my students understand as well. If you really do something with a passion nothing and no one can get in your way. You only realize you made a choice in hindsight but at that time nothing else really seemed to matter.

DUBeat: How did you develop an interest in Odissi?
SM: It was under Guru Kelucharan Mahapatra that I discovered Odissi and how much it needed to grow. At the time Odissi had a limiter repertoire so we began researching all aspects of it- performance, art and tradition. This was when I started learning Chau as well.

DUBeat: What was your reaction to the famous documentary film made on you by Prakash Jha?
SM: Oh he did a wonderful job! But now he can make a new one, so much has happened since (laughs)

DUBeat: Do you feel the youth today is losing interest in Indian Classical Dance?
SM: I wouldn’t say that. I still meet a lot of passionate youngsters interested in classical dance. However if interest is digressing into other newer forms of dance it is perfectly all right. It’s really all up to individual choice and what you consider to be enriching or fulfilling for you.

DUBeat: Any message for our readers?
SM: Be passionate about what you do and never lose sight of your principles. I don’t wish to generalize but there are youngsters one hears of with a callous attitude who carelessly crush people on the pavement or show similar disregard for the lives and problems of others. This insensitive attitude has to change. There are of course many young people who are passionate about change and keen to make a difference but there are also those who take life lying down. Always keep with you a strong sense of values and learn to be compassionate.

Trapped

Midst Thanatos and Eros
This Yellow Laburnum wilts.
But Slowly steady
it’s Sun
Approaches.

These, the days
Grow hotter
And stronger.
The force of
A bull.
The heat of
An anghiti.

The Laburnums bloom
Strident yellow
Fiery fire.
Matched
Pace to heat.
A Hectoring Blaze!

O do unto me
As the Summer Sun
Does to the Laburnum!
Scorching Passion,
A flaming emotion.

With tongues of red
And fingers orange!
Ablaze as Indra on a
Cloud alights.
So bloom my petals.
They bleed fire!

And trails of Red
The fingers of desire.
I rake them
down your blazing back!
A scream
Of sweat.

Each droplet drenched
In withering passion.
Consume
In your blaze
My burnished blooms.
Feed That fire!
And In some
Sultry moment.
As a stallion lost
On a wild charge!
I’d open my being.
And with burning
Yellow laburnums
Scream!

Your name.


11th March, 2:10 pm

He was a tall, bulky column standing between my sight and the blaring, distracting glare of the television. I gulped. Half-masticated food. Of course I knew what was wrong.
“There are maggots on your time, son”
I battled with the gross visuals that negated my appetite. He walked away quietly with his shoulder blades clenched, his jaw taut like mine but sans the well-cooked particle of board-exam-appropriate-food. My ten minute lunch time had been exceeded by two and a half. By now I could have finished writing a three mark answer from the Maths question bank.
When I did finish writing the answer, a warm droplet landed on the water proof ink and tried with its might to obliterate the contents on the page. There was another warm splash on the back of my neck, but I didn’t turn around. Soon, my mum’s face would bend close to my ear as I blankly stared into my notebook. Her tear-corroded voice would say- “You’re meant to do this, and I know you’ll do it, my love”

12th March, 12:01 am

There are shadows on my ceiling. The stern streetlight gathers feeble images that my imagination produces. Page two hundred and twelve, diagram thirteen point nine appears with its trademark spidery transversal. After two steps, you draw an altitude. I’ve never figured out why, just that you have to, or else you won’t get that elusive solution. I can see Reema walking across page seventy eight with her basket of oranges, and immediately remember the probability.
I know that just because I know these answers, I won’t find these questions in today’s paper. I also know that this is my only chance at getting that hundred per cent in the most-scoring-paper out of the lot. This is my only chance to live up to what my parents have given me my life for. My function in this society as a student gets qualified tomorrow. Basically, I go public.
So if I allow that picaresque mosquito to bite me, and I get dengue tomorrow… I’ll miss my chance. The only attempt I get at fulfilling my purpose.
The black, straight-backed digits on my watch are getting dim and mixing with the fluorescent backlight. I’ve wasted two hours of my moderated sleep. I can’t explain how your eyes don’t close when they’re too dry. There’s no point to close them really when you have to crowbar them open at each dawn. I tried to cry to lubricate them but it was empty.
Sliding out of the covers, I latch the bathroom door shut softly and sit on the u-bend fully naked. I can’t shit. I can’t pee. Vomit. Because at 1:30 pm tomorrow the tourniquet will finally be loosened, so I have to last it out. I’m meant to do this right.

12th March, 3:00 pm

I forgot the altitude. Drew a bisector instead. And so I never forgive myself. I hide forever. So much for my ‘going public’.

23rd April, 7:15 pm

Mum doesn’t know I’ve been the one responsible for the water shortage. Every night, I sit on the u-bend for hours watching the water fill and overflow the bucket. I play with the puddle at my feet and listlessly splash around. Things that overfill their container have always intrigued me. I wish this bathroom was a bucket and I was that ant swirling and gasping in it.
Not yet. Because I haven’t made my ‘mark’. Maybe, when I do…

25th May, 5:05 pm

We all think we’re happy when we smile or feel warm inside at the agency of some stimuli. But you can only truly be happy when you know what it is to be truly not-happy.
And that’s not a lukewarm poetic sense of achievement.
It’s an explosion.
Today, my eyes were finally wet, as I laughed and laughed and screamed with joy. My skin was red from being rubbed with raucous congratulation. It felt as though my relatives had tattooed the hundred per cent onto my shoulders. My hair was completely askew from being rumpled. Throat ached from graciously and humbly responding to my accolade, on a billion phone calls, some even from overseas. My blood joined in with the outdoor noise. It crashed like a tornado in my gut or thudded in my veins, like heavy luggage being dumped on a platform. Each breath I took overwhelmed my lungs. Legs felt jittery, lips burnt from the various forms of caffeine, both hot and cold, that I was smothered with, as a symbolic revival of normal-human-junk food again. Papa forced me in front of the television and laughed louder than the laugh-track. I think looking at my Maths marks over and over was giving me a powerful aphrodisiac. Tiny, but rapid and powerful pulsations kept flying up and down my chest. If I saw that bisector on my textbook today, I would make love to it.

26th May, 12:45 am

The revelry is over and everyone sleeps. But it carries on in my pulse. I needed peace and I found it. Who doesn’t feel that silent sense of content after everything they lived for and worked for and dreamed for, materializes before them just the way it should.
I found peace in the slow and steady drip-drip sound of crimson running down my wrist… spilling out.
At last.
I was a little apprehensive that it would hurt, but nothing hurts anymore. Not here. Not in this haven of complete and absolute happiness. Adding to the joy, I’d like to mention that it was done most elegantly and aptly. A compass. From my Camlin geometry box set. The same one that helped me construct the bisector- that epitome of my victory