Our Alumni Meet’07

It was a very memorable day, especially for our batch as this was the first such meet that was been held by the department of visual communication since the time we had left the college. On Saturday, the 24^th at the examination hall, when I was eagerly waiting for that time (it was supposed to start at 12.30 but it started at 1) I was stuck with my documentary project work and had not slept for the past 4days. But with great difficulty I made up my mind to attend the program because I wanted to meet my old friends as it had been almost 2years since I meet some of them. As usual with my wearing thoughts (me in my own dream land) I left home late and reached nmbakkam station only at 12. Added to my frustration I heard that there was an accident (a lorry was hit by a train) and all the trains were running late.

Well I thought I would reach late and so I did reach there at about 12.45. When I was nearing the hall the usual roar from the guys standing at the entrance (it had not started at that time) with an ever pleasing smile from Blessy mam at the entrance welcoming everyone. They started with a prayer as usual at about 1 followed by a small speech by the chief guest. Then it was party time (guys know what that was) with real good briyani (side dish) to follow that. After lunch and all the chit chatting while eating, was some good entertainment by our juniors who performed plays and dances. We were enjoying our talk with each other though not very keen on what was going on, the guys were with a bang of noise and ragging the little ones out there. The best came when each one of us had to introduce our self’s to our juniors ,when I noticed that things had not changed much from our college days with each one having their own problems while facing a crowd(though it was just like a family gathering) . The program was overall good except for the bad choice in the venue.

I personally felt that mrc would have been a better choice than the examination hall. Here, with all sides closed the audio system was so bad that we could hardly hear anything. Over shadowing these things, I had just one thing in mind that was to have fun with my friends and enjoy every second out there. I knew that moments like this will never come back and so I wanted to make full use of that. I got to spend a lot of time with my friends after a long gap. Well everything had to come to an end, when it was 6 and getting dark, I knew that it was time to part each other. All of us had a good gala time, a bit emotional at times as well and some unforgettable moments, we shared.

I like to thank Blessy mam for making this happen and my juniors for taking the effort in organizing things to perfection (except the audio system), but hats off to you guys, as I was able to see all my friends, most of them had come and we had some wonderful time together which I will cherish all my life and hope this continues in the years to come.

Does an ad need an ad??

I had to write an ad for a product or a company in my CA today for my documentary paper. As I was wondering what to do this idea crossed my mind. Well, I thought, I could share my views with you and know your thoughts about my way of looking at things.

Topic: advertisement for an advertising agency:

A young man, very simple looking person, wearing a white shirt and a black pant, walks into an office. After a few seconds he opens the door and comes out dressed like an executive with a huge crowd standing outside the office awaiting his arrival with journalists and photographers also waiting to get a glimpse of him.

The concept behind this ad is that, when the client comes to this agency the world will fellow them. It says that it will make you a successful person in what ever field the clients wants to excel in.

Any one is free to post your views or comments about this ad.

Selling an intercom to a trappist Monk

As I am into my final semester and in my last few days of college life there has been many well known companies coming in to recruit students for their organizations. One such company which came to our college was Crystal, an advertising agency. They conducted a written examination for us in which many students from the visual communication, the English department and from our department too, had gone to attend the interview. By the grace of God I was short listed by the company and was called for an interview to their office which is situated at t-nagar. There was not much that I had to speak as they were not too keen in listening to me, but they gave me a situation and wanted me to write an article on that. I was in a spot of bother when I heard that I had to sell an intercom to a” Trappist Monk “it sounded to be a difficult task at first, but then when I gave it a thought, I felt I could do it with ease. Well this is what I offered them with……

Selling an intercom to a trappist Monk

Selling intercoms now days in this competitive world is no easy joke. Talking of selling an intercom to a trappist monk is far beyond one’s imagination. It not only requires skill but also the apt facility to meet the requirements of the Monks. It needs careful planning and thought so as not to disturb the norms and sentiments of the Monks. A company trying to sell intercoms to such people should do so with due respect to their religious sentiments and vows taken by the trappist Monks.

Considering all the above, I think the company should look into a new method that would not only preserve their religious values but at the same time sell their product successfully. Though difficult, this can be done by conceiving a new method.

Since conversing is the main hurdle that these Monks face, they are definitely at liberty to use their hands and this will be an advantage to them. Any number of instruments could be located at various convenient places or rooms or work stations as the case may be. A monitor type of a screen should be fitted to every instrument with a key board type of facility attached to it. The ringing tone will be the same but the only difference will be that there will be no verbal communication taking place. As soon as an intercom rings, the Monk who picks up the hand set will not have to verbalize a “hello” but will have to type it out which will reflect on the screen of the caller. Thus conversations can go on without conversing yet the purpose being fulfilled. This will not only relieve them of tensions but also solve the problem of conveying what they want. Work will go on as smoothly as normal life, no delay in work being done nor will work be hindered. Messages could be conveyed easily, quickly and smoothly.

What a remarkable way of changing life for a Trappist Monk – yet maintaining all their religious standards - And For No Extra Cost.

This is my passion

My first and foremost interest in my life is to become a complete musician. As I hail from a family full of musicians I was brought up in that atmosphere where I could feel the presence of music where ever I went. My grand father Mr. k .Joseph was very much instrumental in influencing me in music. He is my guru as I was brought up under his watch full eyes and I learned most of my things from him. He was an electrical engineer and worked as a director in AIR. But he had learnt music from his mother who was then a great musician at her time and had learnt to play the piano. He has been playing that instrument now for the past 70 odd years and still has that magical touch whenever he places his hands on the keys.

I learnt my music from him and I have finished my 6^th grade in piano playing from the Trinity College of music (London). Music means a lot to me now as it feeds me as I am teaching it to some children and also gives me a feel that I am able to share the little bit of knowledge that I have to others. Initially I was forced to learn music by my parents but now I thank them for forcing it on me. Music is an art and can not be bought for money. Many people mistake it to be a kind of entertainment (off course it is entertainment to its fullest) but try to mint money in the name of music. It is my companion in times of my loneliness.

Life is a blank page. And every one of us has got to write something on it. Well I have written the art within my self, the love in me, my compassion towards music in my life’s beautiful page. I thank my grand father and my parents for helping me to script a beautiful verse in the pages of my life

Un noticed tears

After all the hick up’s and laziness I rushed to college thinking I would be late for class today. However I reached there on time just to find out that no classes were conducted today as all the lecturers had gone to attend a programme. Annoyed a bit I returned home but got a call on the way asking me to attend a discussion headed by a young dynamic lady from Bangalore. Driven by curiosity I went there but much to my dismay I found just two people sitting around a small table and chatting with each other. One was the lady from Bangalore Miss. Mano Das, chairman of JNU union ( Jawaharlal Nehru University). She is also the member of the CPI-ML (Communist party of India – Marxist Leninist) party.

She is a very simple person and after all the formal introduction we sat down to discuss about some of the burning issues happening in our country.

Why was the police not questioned even after so many complaints given by the public of Nathari village about their missing children . She said that there was no enquiry into the case. If at all an inquiry was held the concerned officer would be suspended for just a few days or transfered elsewhere. Where has our right to freedom gone? And in Nathari, where the case was taken up, after nearly 2 years, not even a single FIR had been filled in the police records where more than 50 children went missing. The police have recovered only just about 20bodies so far. I am afraid that big guns may be involved in this. The serial killings of children in Noida revealed a "butcher-like precision" in the chopping of 20 bodies, of which 11 have been identified as that of girls .Businessman Mohinder Singh Pandher, who along with his servant Surendra, had allegedly sexually abused the children before murdering them. What a cruel act this is. These people should be stoned to death in front of the public.

Well there were many such topics that came up during the discussion including the “goody, prestigious, religious” image that overshadow the politics that play a very important roll in my college. The sexual harassment by a lecturer from the viscom department had been on for the past 2 years which went UN noticed, like speaking to deaf ears by the college authorities.

At the end it was a fascinating and a exciting experience for me as this was the first of its kind that I had been too. Hopefully I will participate in many more such events and keep my self informed about the happenings in and around my place that I can do my fullest I can for my society I live in.

Farewell to Susan mam

It was in August 2006 that we had to say our final words to our head of the department Dr. Susan as she was resigning and moving on to Anna university when we had a farwell function for her. It was then when I first thought of writing something on my own as I wanted to write a peon on her. And this is how it goes……

Oh dearest of our dearest,

The most respectable and knowledgeable

Sweet and calm

The backbone of our department

Our dear Susan mam

We may not be eligible for Oscars

But we were privileged to have

The maker of the Oscar, herself

In the midst of us.

A touch of a mother’s hand on our brow,

When we were restless and tossed.

A word from you asking what’s wrong,

When we thought no one noticed

Our silent tears.

A hand on our shoulder when we felt,

Like the world was over.

The care and love that you showed

Despite our short comings

Those sparkling eyes,

That attractive beautiful face,

Those precious words,

Full of knowledge and wealth.

The birth place of love,

And the store house of knowledge

That enthusiastic stride and

That cheerful talk,

These things will never be forgotten,

You were a great leader,

An excellent teacher,

A powerful lecturer,

A profound orator,

And a well respected scholar

Missing you is not just a word to be said,

But an emotion to be felt.

Now that you will not be near us

To guide us and cheer us in our journey of life,

We all have just one word to say

With our eyes filled with tears,

Adieu dear man - - - we miss you

And we will miss you for ever. .

My Golden Days

It was in the year 2002 that I was wondering “what am I doing in this world “, having no clue as to what so ever after I had got the least percent of marks in my higher secondary exams. My parents had high hopes on me as I was the only child in the family. They wanted me to do my engineering or my medicine (usually everyone thinks like that I guess) and at a particular point of time I thought that I would not fulfill their exceptions and not even enter college. It was then when I met a friend (my close buddy at school ) who was studying his visual communication in srm college. I was very much influenced by him and I thought I could take up this course as well. After this was when my real hunt for a college began and I went to almost all the colleges in this city. By the grace of God and the influence used by my grandfather I got into the most wonderful, exciting, awesome, prestigious, beautiful college in the country. And that’s my MCC – The Madras Christian College. I call this as “my college” is because it has become my home now for the past 5 “short” years and I still love every moment I spend here.

My graduation there had mixed experiences, my ups and down’s, good times and bad times, but for me everything seemed to be right as I saw it as the land flowing with milk and honey. I term these 5 years of my stay here in mcc as “short” because never had I wanted to leave the premises and even after these years it is just like another day for me.

I was completely a different person when I did my vis com here, new set of an atmosphere, new friends and a new life style all together. Slowly I gathered my own group of friends as usual the regular college attitude , bunking class, coming late, sitting in the gutters (mcc is famous for that) doing anything possible under the sun to have fun. Vijai , jaga, satish, Johnson, sorna, magesh, roydon, ben, peep, mosses and all my classmates , the unforgettable guys . We were the first batch in the college after they started this course (so we had a lot of freedom).

After my three days (three years there seemed to be like three days for me) stay in mcc I felt that I was going to miss something in life as I had to leave the college , but thanks to destiny which brought me back to my sweet home to do my post graduation in communication in that very same year. Now these two years I feel is the turning point in my life as I learned many things. I have no words to term this as this is a new experience for me I never had in those past 3 years. My lectures, my friends everything seemed to be giving a new dimension to my life. Itch, fenn, dinesh, peep, deepa, mia, ruth were all very close friends with me.

As the curtains are drawn and as the day comes to an end and as I am coming to the final last days of my college life I see not a dull picture but bright and prosperous days ahead of me , a completely molded person by the careful hands of my lecturers . A million thanks to mcc for making me what I am now. The only things I will miss are those “late lazy mornings, foot board travel, late attendance, long intervals, sharing canteen foods, late night chats, some misunderstandings (many a times with fenn itch, deepa, dinesh), correcting friends for exams, struggle for marks, mass bunk, fresher day and farewell. I can say that college life is nothing but heaven.

At last iam done

Hello everybody.

At last it is 12:11am now 7 th of feb 2007 that i have created my blog. I am so glad that i did this after much of struggle...

Still not sure as to what i should post on this blog, I am starting my new episode as a “blogger “.

Well thanks to my dear friend Dinesh who encouraged me to do so as he too started a few days back. .

I fell that this blog will give me an identity in this competitive world