So YES I am the deprived kind who heard them only quite recently. But I think I've made up for it by hearing them everytime they're in the city. Yes Yes, we are talking about SomeThing Relevant. There's probably only one word that describes these bunch of really enthusiastic guys..."WOW". yes, not quite profound, but the most apt!
I cant quite say what kind of music they play. I'm not the Music genius who drops genre names at the drop of a hat. In fact I think I still define Music as either Loud or Mellow. Thats it! I can not tell the difference between Psy and Tance and Electronic and whatever! Anyway, getting back to the band.
First of all there are soooo many of them, and each so very talented. Yes i know i sound quite lame, but this is my first attempt at describing Music and the 'thought' matters, so shoosh!
So what is so brilliant about them? They literally have it all, I mean right from the lead singer to their fans. Each one of them has an aura of energy around them that reverberates to the audience. Plus, they have someone on the Sax!! (I rest my case)
So incase you havent heard them or heard of them. Go ahead.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zdJkPGiBWk :)
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Lohri!
One of my favourite Festival, hence I thought it deserves at least one post :)
So this is how is goes (for the unaware), you dress up. Light a bonfire. Go in circles around it. Eat and throw popcorn/til/puffer rice. Sounds like fun right? :P
Throughout childhood, Lohri has been that one festival which always turns out to be very exciting. Whether it was in the unit or with family or the rather adventurous one with HC, they've all had this peculiar charm which sticks on!!
And how can i forget the one last year, with the music and the Samara and the wall climbing madness with street dancing et al.
There's something about it, it makes me miss my dear dear Punjab so very much:) with the colourful phulkaris and the dhol, the singing and dancing...its a very Punjabi affair!
With each handful of til you throw into the fire, you burn away a bit of evil. evil within you and around you. And believe it or not, there is that incredible sense of relief every time you do it :) Its our way of doing away with all the wrongs and starting afresh.
So heres wishing you a rather colourful, happy, mad Lohri :) :)
So this is how is goes (for the unaware), you dress up. Light a bonfire. Go in circles around it. Eat and throw popcorn/til/puffer rice. Sounds like fun right? :P
Throughout childhood, Lohri has been that one festival which always turns out to be very exciting. Whether it was in the unit or with family or the rather adventurous one with HC, they've all had this peculiar charm which sticks on!!
And how can i forget the one last year, with the music and the Samara and the wall climbing madness with street dancing et al.
There's something about it, it makes me miss my dear dear Punjab so very much:) with the colourful phulkaris and the dhol, the singing and dancing...its a very Punjabi affair!
With each handful of til you throw into the fire, you burn away a bit of evil. evil within you and around you. And believe it or not, there is that incredible sense of relief every time you do it :) Its our way of doing away with all the wrongs and starting afresh.
So heres wishing you a rather colourful, happy, mad Lohri :) :)
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Pepsieewwwww!!
I open my facebook page and see an update from my sister and since she hardly updates anything, i click on the link...and EWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! seriously??
It took me to the "NEW" Pepsi WorldCup campaign with Dhoni et al body painted in flames!!! What were you thinking? No, Seriously...WHAT??
According to the VP Marketing, they wanted to bring out the passion and FERVOR and ENERGY that WE Indians associate with cricket. Ummm...i'm an Indian, quite an Indian actually, and reasonable passionate about Cricket and I DONT FEEL ANY OF IT!!!
Sometimes it really surprises me how people with (what seems like) millions of years of work experience take such STUPID decisions! It was as if in one stroke the entire image which took years to create was washed away. But this isn't the first time, Pepsi as a brand has made some very ridiculous decisions in the past too. Compare it to Coke and there we see a sensible marketer, keeping it real!!
Maybe this is a lesson for them, maybe not (im sticking to the whole they are STUPID bit).
I guess its Bye Bye Pepsi and Hello Coke :D
It took me to the "NEW" Pepsi WorldCup campaign with Dhoni et al body painted in flames!!! What were you thinking? No, Seriously...WHAT??
According to the VP Marketing, they wanted to bring out the passion and FERVOR and ENERGY that WE Indians associate with cricket. Ummm...i'm an Indian, quite an Indian actually, and reasonable passionate about Cricket and I DONT FEEL ANY OF IT!!!
Sometimes it really surprises me how people with (what seems like) millions of years of work experience take such STUPID decisions! It was as if in one stroke the entire image which took years to create was washed away. But this isn't the first time, Pepsi as a brand has made some very ridiculous decisions in the past too. Compare it to Coke and there we see a sensible marketer, keeping it real!!
Maybe this is a lesson for them, maybe not (im sticking to the whole they are STUPID bit).
I guess its Bye Bye Pepsi and Hello Coke :D
Monday, January 10, 2011
And IT was born :)
The one question "is there any MBA institute that does not have a management fest?" This one question. It led to the birth of an idea. The birth of our baby..ORION 2010.
And while there were many falling outs and 'issues'...ORION was born.
Like a new born child... it was demanding, attention seeking and kept us awake for weeks!! And like any devotional parent...we didn't really seem to mind any of it.
Starting from nothing but scratch, our whole batch worked their way to those final 2 days. We literally Survived the management, Adapted our lifestyles, Evolved our thinking and we are hoping to Thrive much more this year.
We knew one thing, we are not an IIM or an XLRI, but we are something that none of them are. We are SIMS, with our own peculiar "way of life", something that puts us apart. Something that has made our Alumni some of the most successful people in their respective fields. We aren't about bookish studies, we aren't about High CAT scores or class room teaching. We are about practicality, about street smartness, about 'doing'. We are about partying our heart out but still kicking any one's ass at any competition nation wide. And THAT is what sets us apart. And that is what we wanted the world to see. Not just any Symbiosis MBA institute, but SIMS! Our Individuality!! Hence, the theme last year!!
And we're back again...for another 2 days of complete madness and drama!!
So as we pushed our chairs back and tilted our heads to come up with this years theme, we went through our journey in the year gone by. The entire event last year.
And the one thing that kept bouncing up in our heads like an annoying bug was that whatever said and done, we are NOT having a run of the mill, regular B school theme. Its got to be Fun and its got to be US, just like ORION 2010!! And what better or rather "who" better to describe our life here than our Beloved Murphy! Its almost as if HIS laws were made keeping SIMS in consideration, we have him around all the time :)
So welcome to ORION 2011, you better be prepared to UnExpect the Expected.
Mr Murphy seems to be on our side this time and WE are not making it easy for you :D
And while there were many falling outs and 'issues'...ORION was born.
Like a new born child... it was demanding, attention seeking and kept us awake for weeks!! And like any devotional parent...we didn't really seem to mind any of it.
Starting from nothing but scratch, our whole batch worked their way to those final 2 days. We literally Survived the management, Adapted our lifestyles, Evolved our thinking and we are hoping to Thrive much more this year.
We knew one thing, we are not an IIM or an XLRI, but we are something that none of them are. We are SIMS, with our own peculiar "way of life", something that puts us apart. Something that has made our Alumni some of the most successful people in their respective fields. We aren't about bookish studies, we aren't about High CAT scores or class room teaching. We are about practicality, about street smartness, about 'doing'. We are about partying our heart out but still kicking any one's ass at any competition nation wide. And THAT is what sets us apart. And that is what we wanted the world to see. Not just any Symbiosis MBA institute, but SIMS! Our Individuality!! Hence, the theme last year!!
And we're back again...for another 2 days of complete madness and drama!!
So as we pushed our chairs back and tilted our heads to come up with this years theme, we went through our journey in the year gone by. The entire event last year.
And the one thing that kept bouncing up in our heads like an annoying bug was that whatever said and done, we are NOT having a run of the mill, regular B school theme. Its got to be Fun and its got to be US, just like ORION 2010!! And what better or rather "who" better to describe our life here than our Beloved Murphy! Its almost as if HIS laws were made keeping SIMS in consideration, we have him around all the time :)
So welcome to ORION 2011, you better be prepared to UnExpect the Expected.
Mr Murphy seems to be on our side this time and WE are not making it easy for you :D
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Anger...just this once :)
There are times when we discover a place, a place we can call our own. Where the comfort level is higher and where we tend to bring all our friends.
And sometimes that very place disappoints us. What do we do then? Regret? or forget?
Well knowing me, im not the forgetting sort. Its always been an "issue" with me.
So Regret huh? or ANGER!! oooo i like anger, its so much more less complicating!!
So lets get angry for once, its been so long and i miss the feeling of being all egoistic and angry and maybe a little lame:):)
Here's to NOT being in high spirits!!! :D Cheers!!!
And sometimes that very place disappoints us. What do we do then? Regret? or forget?
Well knowing me, im not the forgetting sort. Its always been an "issue" with me.
So Regret huh? or ANGER!! oooo i like anger, its so much more less complicating!!
So lets get angry for once, its been so long and i miss the feeling of being all egoistic and angry and maybe a little lame:):)
Here's to NOT being in high spirits!!! :D Cheers!!!
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Fauj!!
I don't remember, but I am told that i used to gobble down aloo paranthas at the age of one. All thanks to my sahayak bhaiya who patiently fed them to me sitting on the steps outside our house in Gangtok. That's how it all began, MY FAUJI LIFE :)
Everything from there has been a very Red and Yellow affair, or as my father emphasises, Scarlet and Gold!! No matter which regiment you've been in, the regimental colours hold that special place in your heart.
As kids, our fascination for the army was at another level. We'd love to salute and shout out "ram ram saab". Our unit was a girl dominated one, and we made absolutely no effort to include the one odd boy that came along. We'd still play ghar ghar with our barbies and expect the "boy" to play along.
Cycling was probably our only Job. We'd discovered all the roads (the proper ones and the ones for tanks) in the whole of any cantonment within the first few weeks.
All the mess parties spent in the lawns or the TV room, while we gobbled down the snacks from the kitchen even before they could be served, downing cola bottles and playing absolutely ridiculous games and bossing around the younger kids (i was bossed around enough too).
Oh and not to forget the Bachelors, they were always a hit with the kids. Dragged to the TV room to play hide and seek and what not.
Moving from one station to another never seemed to be a problem since the whole regiment moved together, the mess looked the same everywhere, the same uncles and aunties, same kids to play with, same bhaiyas, same vehicles. It was like taking a part of the city to wherever we went :)
As a kid, the most awaited part of my day used to at around 4pm when the DR bahiya would come on his green bullet to deliver the daak. I could hear the sound from a distance and would rush to the door. I think my fascination for bikes (specially the royal enfield) started then.
Being posted in stations like palampur and babina, we didn't really have a "city" to go to like other kids of our age or to be fascinated by the worldly things.(I don't remember watching too much TV either, cable was a "luxury" that smaller towns couldn't afford). So, besides the games and the cycling throughout the day, we came up with alot of interesting stuff, we opened a library in our block which lasted a week. We did alot of completely mad dancing for the grown ups (we had proper shows :P). We went for a million picnics. We formed our own secret club with a club house in the woods and everything.
I don't know how many children have gone through this, but we at our unit have...quite a few times...the Ladies Club!! I remember sitting in the mess sticking rope onto glass bottles to make invitation cards or helping decorate the ante room...I'd say child labour!! But its not like we were complaining :D
The raising day was the most awaited 3 day event of the year!! (yes, it beat New years eve and everything) All the preparations and the excitement. The pagal Gymkhana, the GCOs Vs Officers Basket Ball match, Mandir Gurudwara,the Bada Khana(as we grew up, the Mess Dinner too )...three days of alot of fun:)
We've all fired the Insas in the firing range, gotten a BMP/Tank ride, Even driven them both, sang at least one song with the jazz band at a mess dinner, done ballroom dancing, had our first awkward formal sitting dinner, gotten attached to at least one sahayak bhaiya, taken part in a garden competition, prayed alot when our fathers would be in field/forward area, gone for atleast one adventure camp, fought with another fauji kid who was claiming that his/her unit's better. We've had a life which I wouldn't exchange for the world.
The Garud, The colours, The tag numbers of 260 262 and 264.
Garud ka hoon, Bol Pyare :)
Everything from there has been a very Red and Yellow affair, or as my father emphasises, Scarlet and Gold!! No matter which regiment you've been in, the regimental colours hold that special place in your heart.
As kids, our fascination for the army was at another level. We'd love to salute and shout out "ram ram saab". Our unit was a girl dominated one, and we made absolutely no effort to include the one odd boy that came along. We'd still play ghar ghar with our barbies and expect the "boy" to play along.
Cycling was probably our only Job. We'd discovered all the roads (the proper ones and the ones for tanks) in the whole of any cantonment within the first few weeks.
All the mess parties spent in the lawns or the TV room, while we gobbled down the snacks from the kitchen even before they could be served, downing cola bottles and playing absolutely ridiculous games and bossing around the younger kids (i was bossed around enough too).
Oh and not to forget the Bachelors, they were always a hit with the kids. Dragged to the TV room to play hide and seek and what not.
Moving from one station to another never seemed to be a problem since the whole regiment moved together, the mess looked the same everywhere, the same uncles and aunties, same kids to play with, same bhaiyas, same vehicles. It was like taking a part of the city to wherever we went :)
As a kid, the most awaited part of my day used to at around 4pm when the DR bahiya would come on his green bullet to deliver the daak. I could hear the sound from a distance and would rush to the door. I think my fascination for bikes (specially the royal enfield) started then.
Being posted in stations like palampur and babina, we didn't really have a "city" to go to like other kids of our age or to be fascinated by the worldly things.(I don't remember watching too much TV either, cable was a "luxury" that smaller towns couldn't afford). So, besides the games and the cycling throughout the day, we came up with alot of interesting stuff, we opened a library in our block which lasted a week. We did alot of completely mad dancing for the grown ups (we had proper shows :P). We went for a million picnics. We formed our own secret club with a club house in the woods and everything.
I don't know how many children have gone through this, but we at our unit have...quite a few times...the Ladies Club!! I remember sitting in the mess sticking rope onto glass bottles to make invitation cards or helping decorate the ante room...I'd say child labour!! But its not like we were complaining :D
The raising day was the most awaited 3 day event of the year!! (yes, it beat New years eve and everything) All the preparations and the excitement. The pagal Gymkhana, the GCOs Vs Officers Basket Ball match, Mandir Gurudwara,the Bada Khana(as we grew up, the Mess Dinner too )...three days of alot of fun:)
We've all fired the Insas in the firing range, gotten a BMP/Tank ride, Even driven them both, sang at least one song with the jazz band at a mess dinner, done ballroom dancing, had our first awkward formal sitting dinner, gotten attached to at least one sahayak bhaiya, taken part in a garden competition, prayed alot when our fathers would be in field/forward area, gone for atleast one adventure camp, fought with another fauji kid who was claiming that his/her unit's better. We've had a life which I wouldn't exchange for the world.
The Garud, The colours, The tag numbers of 260 262 and 264.
Garud ka hoon, Bol Pyare :)
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