Holiday...

Hi SIBM…Well, its time to break free from the campus…errr the building. Time to chill out in the coziness of home, mom’s food, TV….

We do acknowledge the students who are braving the ‘summers’ heat. Hmm.. lets puts stats into action ( we had a tough time calculating ‘r’) …. The dudes who get placed late for summers make it real fast in the finals!!

Kudos to all who faced TNGs, And all who were caught doing the great act of “sharing knowledge”.
Believe in yourself …you will make it to director’s office one day !

All said ...the coming month is gonna be full of action …..at least it used to be so. Our readers have to take charge. The biggest epidemic of SIBM, the placement fever will be on an all time high . Poaching, spying, high security… a live Hollywood thriller. Juniors, come witness the action.

For all the aspirants ,waiting for Cupid’s blessings, this is the right time. Pune’s winter can make a difference to a lot of hearts. Shed all inhibitions, u street smart chaps must take the first move! We see a decline in the number of couples on campus, a dangerous trend that we observed. The chill can tempt you to change your decision, but guys are we ready to handle the spate we would encounter? Its all about the right time and with the girl-guy ratio here, its never been difficult.. Trust us on that.. Say no to the theory of diminishing marginal utility, to George Michael (or to MJ)!!!

If you scared of turn offs, cool it guys ….Half of you have another winter!!!

Wishing you all a Happy Diwali and a wonderful vacation!!

~The ‘MAD’ Team

Getaway!!!

Take a week off from your ‘busy’ schedule back at home! A week to chill before getting back to the grind.. and where else would we suggest if not Goa- the perfect getaway!

12 hours by road, this is one place u don’t want to miss, when u are just 500 kms away in Pune. The drive through the Banglore highway …we call it the Swiss road …..and then u hit the Ghats….just the curves u dreamt off in ur dreams!!! ;)

Trains….yeah ….any train going through Konkan touches Madgoan, the railway station in Goa. And if u want to get a feel of Goa straight away, nothing can beat flying with Kingfisher.

The hotspot of Goa, North Goa …..yes where TITO’s , the favourite destination of celebrities join the tides in giving u a feel of therapeutic music. Baga, Anjuna, Calangute …ekh se badkar ekh ,but my pick is Baga . The beach, crowded just enough to enjoy ! Football on the beach, Jetski, Paragliding you have it all.

Imagine sipping a mug of Beer on the beach, while having a bite of the delicious King fish.

All u need are friends ‘coz fun and food is what this destination is known for!

November is the beginning of peak season in Goa. A decent accommodation for two should be available for INR 600 for a night . A good meal in one of those shacks on the beach – INR 200. A good full body massage for INR 500. A bottle of Romanov costs INR110, a 60ml port wine in a wine glass INR 25.

For more details contact anush.karthikeyan06@sibm.net

News from the Fourth Dimension

A Symphony Called Life

Think of music as this place somewhere out there that adepts can tune into. And that the key signatures and notes and scales are actually solid things you can approach in that realm. Is that so far away from the Truth so as to be construed as the ramblings of a madman?

Music is the matter and the anti-matter. Music is the Creator and the Destroyer. The absence of Music heralds the beginning of Silence and hence the End of all that we hold precious.

The Age of Music began with the Dawn of the Universe. The Big Bang heralded the birth of the Universe and perhaps the first symphony ever created. Even today, radio telescopes that listen into the far depths of space can hear the first stars singing their songs of joy and their ballads of despair, trying to reach out to their children across time: us.

It has the power to define you, the hold to move you and the ability to express your emotions when you yourself aren’t adept at it. It connects people like nothing else can. The words don’t matter: just the notes fill up your heart and overflow into your life.

So listen to the songs of Sunshine, the ones that tell us the tales of the men that walked this earth before we did, and feel the words thumping in your own self in the form of heartbeats.

Phi says: There is strength in the melancholy, a strength the blues have owned from the beginning, something stronger than all the up-tempo marches put together.
The strength of survival - of going through the worst and coming out the other side saddened and chastened but alive and prepared to stay with the life that had done such unspeakable things to you, because there was no other life....

The Summer In October

Hey ppl,

The End of monsoons, the October heat and the ‘Summers’ rush. We did want to capture everything in a single issue. I guess this was the reason for this slight delay in our September issue. ;)

The end of monsoons was witnessed by a deluge of companies on campus. Goldman Sachs scooped out the cream, while all others did still get their share of it. The Dudes in their blazers sweating it out in the October Heat, the spirit of Room 4, the bickering seniors, the hunger and everything else that aren’t mentioned are memories you would cherish all your life.

Click here for The Kodak moments

From the seniors, Congratulations ppl. And about all the fuss about confinement in Room 4, I am sure it was worth the wait. Wat say juniors??!!

Thanks for posing for all the photos, answering all questions and providing all the meat for this issue. Hope all the anticipation, anxiety, depression, camaraderie, surprise and the joy of success were captured as expected. For individual pics, you can collect them in person.

And for all those who wonder why Wi-Fi never works, I just couldn’t resist this.

~The ‘MAD’ Team

Safe Inside

Dear Son safe inside
your loving mother’s womb,
I heard your tiny voice
When you spoke last night

You asked for freedom
You wanted to be let out
Said the womb was too small
Compared to the world outside

You want to see the world
So splendrous and so bright
Staying in darkness you cry
let me out, I want to be free.

Dear Son, safe deep inside
Your loving mother’s womb
You do not know the world
is too scary a place for you.

The noise shall deafen you
lights turn you blind
Greed will make you hate
money will buy you love.

People will cause harm
just for passage of time
Your feet will be pulled out
from under you by your pals.

The life’s lost its meaning
rivers of blood everywhere
good gone into the earth
rising in its place is evil.

Dear Son, safe deep inside
Your loving mother’s womb
Do you want to leave peace
and come out into dust

Do you want to leave safety
for the danger lying outside
Do you want to leave love
for outside you’ll find only hate.

Dear Son, lying deep inside
your loving mother’s womb
Come out here if you must
put me there if you can.
-Aditya

News from the Fourth Dimension

Fairy Tales

Parental Advisory:
The following article is of the kick in the balls kind. So, if you want your children to still believe in fairy tale endings, restrict them from reading the same.

Here is something from ‘Fight Club’ (arguably one of the all time greatest guy movies).

All (of us have been) been raised on television to believe that one day we’ll all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. But we won’t, and we’re slowly learning about that. And we are very, very pissed off.

I want to say the same thing, but about fairy tales. Brought up on a steady dose of happy endings, we believed ourselves to be the undisputed princes and princesses of the land, but the truth is slowly dawning on us. Then why are we misled by these tales?

Take ‘Sleeping Beauty’ as an example. All this time we got the fable of Sleeping Beauty wrong. The prince didn't kiss her to wake her up. No one who slept for a hundred years is likely to wake up. That means that she wasn’t sleeping, but just waiting for the ‘right one’ to come to her. But then, what about other ‘princes’ who had come to look for her, to unravel the mystery behind her legend, in the past hundred years? Their bodies lie strewn near her resting place. Their kisses wouldn’t wake her; rather she had decided that they weren’t the one for her. Then what gave her the right to put up this façade and lure these unsuspecting souls to her?

And talking about ‘living happily ever after’, would the prince be able to forget that he had to tread on corpses of other suitors before ‘reviving’ the princess?

These tales account for more questions than answers. Best left untouched. Turn off the lights. Sleep for another one hundred years.

Phi says: When you're waking up, the world is a blur. What was clear in a dream, suddenly makes no sense. No surreal rescues. No easy, magic way out.
But you are awake.