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Don’t make fun of renowned Dan Brown - Telegraph:

Empty symbolism: When Rahul Gandhi paid Rs 1000 for a newspaper - Firstpost

 " Rs 1000 note for a newspaper becomes unwittingly symbolic of the leader who can offer no change."

Eleven-year-old Kaushal Shakya knocked on the right car window to peddle his newspapers – Rahul Gandhi’s. It happened when Rahul’s motorcade was stopped at a traffic light in Bhopal (Really? The Rahul motorcade stops for lights? And a newspaper vendor is allowed to get that close to the crown prince?)

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Chapter E: "Flashback to Feb One"
read what happened on Feb One 

Feb One, In one of the boys' hostels:

(1) Sean Trumpman, meanwhile , was going through St. Columbas' Year Book 2010-11. He was happily revisiting those blissful days spent at his alma mater.

(2) Those detentions with Kunal, bunking Mr. Khurana's lessons to go to Friendship Colony (a place to find many "friendly" girls), tripling with Ankit-Sanchit on Delhi-Gurgaon or Delhi-Noida highways or standing under the ruthless sun for hours to get a ticket for India Pakistan cricket match at FirozShah Kotla (IPL and cheer girls were the latest attractions).

(3) Sean would frequent Convent of Jesus and Mary (to catch a glimpse of Mini Johny) and St. Thomas School (to bird-watch Devika Nanawati , when Mini was out of town).

(4) Dhruv, Kunal's younger brother and Arabella's eye-candy, had written a particularly "funny" joke in this year-book that made Sean stare at it for a little longer than required. How dare Dhruv write something like this about Sean's younger sis in Sean's yearbook?

(5)Arabella Trumpman was a good girl. [Every brother expects this to be true].

(6) "Tweet tweet, tweet tweet, S....M....S..!!" shouted Sean's cell phone. Bella's "I love my brother" kind of message.
"Tweet twee-" again. This time it was Shelly Sharma.
This Kanpur girl was driving him crazy. She topped in class, was great at Scrabble, always took his DVD's in that authoritarian tone and worst, Sean was being teased with this small-town girl.
 It read: "hey, i'm backing out of robo-race, really unwell :'( ".

(7) Now, Sean was lost. Should he be shamelessly happy (he would now be "in" in the college Robo-Race Team)? Or, should he be sad( Shelly was the best girl he would ever meet; hard-working and helpful, a girl with actual brains)?

Strange

Chapter D: Vendetta opines

I believe that girls are strange. Since I belong to the same species, I will not rule out the possibility that I may be queer too.

I say this because of two particular girls in my mind right now. Miss Rihanna and Miss Petunia. In increasing order of bafflement they arouse in me. No, that’s strange.I wasn't thinking about these two. Actually I had two boys in my mind whom I associate with the aforementioned girls. Both these males smoke. Mr. Adam updates facebook statuses which read: “Marijuana should be legalised”. R always makes it a point to frown and speak as abominably about A’s tobacco habits as best she can. Mr. Drake apparently told P about his sad story of lost father, not so sophisticated background and his consequent entry into the world of chain smokers. P was once too close to me (a fact that sometimes embarrasses me; but hey she was my best friend then. This fact is undeniable and the fun we had together unmatchable. No, she was a crazy being, determined to pull me down and so, embarrassment is justifiable and validates the fact that I’m sane after-all.) . She would often confide in that the only thing she detested about her otherwise perfect boyfriend is smoking. She hates smokers. Why then she befriended D who cooked up this unfortunate tale and served it with a pinch of wanton and garnished it with puffs of smoke? A too has a grievous saga to explain his affinity towards the world of tobacco. Well, he hasn't shared this saga actually with R but she told me once that his life back home is tough. Upsetting. Inhuman.

So?

I maintain that there are thousand excuses to do wrong. Not a single reason. D added in his tale, to gain the sympathetic shoulder, that he never wanted to smoke. Also he is ever since meaning to quit. If you have this much insight and are that much willing to correct the incorrect, do it! A says that he knows that this habit is cancerous but he does not wish to give up the solace. I say shut up! Along with yourself, you are breeding many innocent and imbecile passive smokers. To these two pretty ladies, I can only grimace. One had been my best friend earlier, the other still earlier. Both these missies have all the brains in the world. In comparison to me, I mean. If they are so good at academics and daily chores, respectively, why cannot they acknowledge the simple fact that befriending a wrong-doer makes them abettors too? They are committing the sin of tolerating tobacco. Strange I call them. Not senseless though. R and P do know that smoking is bad and sad stories are bull-shit. They aren't senseless. Only strange ,by remaining nonchalant to this tobacco thing. 

Join the dots

Each word is like a dot. A drop. Each word strives to come together and form a story. All the dots together give shape to any shape. Every drop counts to form an ocean.

In order to fare well in CAT, I am trying to improve my vocabulary. Improving lexicon through reading novels and newspaper is a secondary objective. The main purpose is to satiate my hunger for stories, exotic plots, breathtaking locales and debonair people. So, the new words that I come across do not lodge into my memory as permanent residents. They register themselves as foreign tourists (the words/phrases English has borrowed from sister languages), visitors (words that I found new/interesting but remembered for only some time) and many a times as useless acquaintances (whose meaning I may decipher from the context but cannot use in my own sentences).  This handicap incapacitates me.  Every time this sinking feeling addles my preparation. To overcome this debility, I have decided to write something every now and then. This little paragraph/ poem/dialogue will contain all the words I learn that day. I wish to continue this to the acme of perfection. Within a few days, I would like to see my fears allaying. This millstone must be dealt with. With this kind of determination I thus herald a journey towards verbal cynosure.

Two different kinds of same girls

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Chapter C
Pearl Montecristo burries her head in her pillow. Just next to her sits Vendetta. She has a quiz tomorrow. Havoc has fallen on poor Pearl.
Vendetta is unable to study! Pearl's studious room-mate can't study! And she's not even sick. Why then  hasn't Vendy studied a single page of her supposedly mountainous syllabus?
Pearl is the one who remains elusive to books even if it's a few hours left for exams. She's the one who watches Naruto and similar animes , rather than hopelessly trying to waste time studying. Agreed, Vendy is a teachers' favorite but she's a book-worm. That's one thing totally uncool and awe-inspiring about her.

Pearl stares at Vendy, wondering all this and also, whether or not she can kick Vendy's ass... after all Montecristo is state-level Karate champion and world renowned sleep-kicker.

Vendy meanwhile rethinks her whole life minus the fun things. Oddly, that guy in seventh grade who proposed to her on her birthday comes to her mind. Then, that wicked teacher who deducted her marks in French Grammar in  class 6 to ensure her son tops the class. (He didn't! He fared poorly in two other subjects and Vendy stood first yet again.) Class 10 when no one asked her out for Junior Prom. Life has been unfair to her . And  one thing she's always been good at is studies. She's a self proclaimed nerd. Guys around her generously call her "Beauty With Brains"------- STOP! Vendetta Kumar has to study( she tells herself).

Knock-knock.
(Pearl: What fresh hell is this?!)
Enters Shelly Sharma.
Pearl wants to kill. Either these two girls, or herself! If only she could... atleast punch in the face must be mandated! Why the heck is internet down suddenly? Shelly must not touch my Happy Meal Doremon! (Damn, she just did it). Vendy must not start discussing tomorrow's quiz and "kitna padha" cry-baby song. (Oh boy, they are into it.)
These studious kids! They sap out all the fun out of life! Why does Shelly bother if Priory Of Sion exists today or not? (Dan Brown just wrote a novel! End of story!) Why does Vendy fret that she'll flunk in tomorrow's test ? (The girl aces all the exams since forever! She stood first even in pre-school!)

What about Pearl? No one cares about her! (Well, good for her! Yesterday, Pearl's brother scared the crap out of her by lecturing her on sincerity.  Later, she realised the prank Freddie Montecristo had played on her. She sighs in relief that her life is normal. Everyone in her family expects alot from her and no one remembers what class she is in ! They only want results. Well, that's normal life, if you look at weepy Vendy and sleepy Shelly...)

Shelly sits confident . Vendy sits nervous. Shelly has read all the Dan Brown novels back-to-back in 2 days + for her quiz. Vendy has re-seen The Big Bang Theory for like gazzilionth time and says there's no time to study.  But wait! Internet's back.
Pearl quickly puts on her head phones and you-tubes Supernatural's latest episode. These two oddly different kind of similar people can go to hell!

Sparsh 2013 : Episode I

NIT SURAT'S  ANNUAL SPRINGFEST: SPARSH

Whazzit

"Innaugral Nite"

The annual bubbling euphoria comes to the brim with the onset of this night. The techies: the teachers and the students come under the same umbrella  to celebrate SVNIT's SPARSH.

Encore is wished time and again.

A huge welcome to the effervescent plethora of performing arts is given . The last edition of Sparsh began with the entertaining concert by the upcoming youth icon , musician Rishabh Srivastava's energetic performances .

 The delightful crowd enjoyed the musical treat with delicious doses from food stalls strategically located near the entrance to the SAC ground; where the ground literally shook with enjoyement! 

And with this we get a promise for a scintillating showdown on the coming nites!!  

"Singing Nite"

The mellifluous engineers of the proud SVNIT present their serenades to fill the heart and ears with contentment. 

Solos, duets and group performances render the audience enraptured and wanting for more. The nite really brings out the baritone barons and nightingales among the technicians that we are.

This chapter of our institute helps us all to understand that life too is a song and we must remain in-tune to live it with beauty

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Other nites will be talked about soon