Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Ode to SIMC

For all the true SIMC'ians...


    (pics censored to protect identities of these notorious people)
  • PR is only during the admissions.
  • Teachers have worse english than Manoj Bhaiya.
  • JWT.com= advertsement & santabanta.com= porn
  • Journalism is only limited to word of mouth about shit happening in the hostel rooms (literally!!!)
  • Teachers pay more attention to how you say than what you say. (ask Kannagi).
  • The subject of the class is decided AFTER the class starts (Mr S.G.)
  • Sir calls 'lavle' as 'laude'.
  • Editing goes as far as play, rewind, play rewind...
  • Every shooting class is a revision.
  • Some sir has a bunch of pen drives which were apparently 'LOST'.
  • PG takes all our money and then everything is cancelled (including faculty).
  • There should be a time table to keep in touch with the ever changing actual time table.
  • The condition of your facial hair is more important than media.
  • Someone is trying to get into the good books of hitler.
  • College makes viman nagar seem like the 'CITY OF GOD'. (watch the movie)
  • Class is all about critisism and then critisising the critisism.
  • There is only one camera for 138 students but there are 'Touchfree Infrared Flushes' in the boys toilet.
  • Faculty assumes everyone injects drugs.
  • There is a class which people think is actually for sleeping (trust me i dont).
  • When asked to teach till 04:30pm (which is the actual scheduled class) and not cancel the break, the teacher asks if the students will pay Rs. 200 for her auto (Mrs. N.P.).
  • Talks about professionalism only lead to more unprofessional fights.
  • Faculty confiscates phone, uses it, then loses it. (ask Shreya).
  • Everyone is creative.
  • Everone has a script for a short film.
  • Twins don't talk.
I'm Lovin'n It!!!

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Aamar Shonar Bangla...

Its seriously amazing how boredom in classrooms is directly propotionate to the creativity while doodling...

This made in Photoshop theory class....

No offense to anyone belonging to any region... this is bangal by me...






































No offence guys... take it in humour... good humour...

Abbey Road...

I made this... bored... in the comp lab... sometimes boredom is productive...



I know u... u know me... gotta be good lookin cause he's so hard to see...

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Memories... Fade to black...

Life's A Bitch




Friends... we all have those... some who are still with us and others whom we have lost... long ago or recently...



The someone who knew u best... the someone who knew u inside out... the someone YOU knew inside out... your buddy... is now unknown to you... you blissfully ignore his presence on this planet with the lame excuse of time and distance...



Sometimes u remember him... seein a photo or a sight which reminds u of him or maybe just upon hearing something... then momentarily u remember him... live ion his and ur world... long long time a go... may be u even shed a tear or two...



But then u forget... forget ur times... the fun... the love... the promises to keep in touch... the BFF... the promise to meet every weekend...



New frnds will come... but wats the use??? one day either u or they will have to move again... and on that day u will again learn to forget... to forgive ur betrayal... to ignore ur promise...



Maybe u will make frnds again... but how many times do you wanna go through the process of makin frnds??? How many can u really have??? how many will u really trust??? is not better to retain old ones then make new ones all the time???



One day u will be standing alone... and ur once BFF will pass by you... but ur memory will fail then... u will cease to know him... cause memories do fade u know... u may at tht point wanna give ur life to him... but at tht point not even a part of his life may belong to you... at that point of time he may not have the time of patience to enclose u in his frndship...



Change is a part of life... Life's a bitch... and change is wat makes u a slut...



Sure there will be memories... but how long will u survive on them??? u need someones shoulder to cry on... someone to laugh with...



Memories will fade...



From picture to blur to fade to black...



And remain black forever...



like the burn of ur broken promise...