Baa Baa Bangalore..

6 gruelling days... 7 blunderous papers ... 2 wasted holidays .... 1/3rd MBA.
And term 2 was done with. The term where a lot of everything happened. Well, almost everything. Except 'learning' .. of course. The term where the CS guys made a google group and ruled the nights. The term where the juniors got placed for 1 summer and the seniors readied to get placed for many. The term where sections were shuffled and seats were ruffled. The term beyond which almost no one studies. Those who get through student exchange don't need to and those who didn't can't bother to.
So we headed out in droves... to homes, to girlfriends, to new year bashes and to freedom.
This small limerick literally sums up the scene (to the tune of Baa Baa Black Sheep)

Baa Baa Bangalore, do you wanna go?
Yes sir, Yes sir, 2 buses full.
Some for the airport
and some for the city
and some for the railway that runs down the street.

The Rise of a Demon....

Circa 2100: Beta, so ja... so ja, varna K-dio chalu ho jaayega.

Cut! Cut!! Rewind!

Retake: Beta, so ja .... so ja varna.....
Varna kya.... haan??.... mujhe TV dekhne do varna main Kdio chalu kar doonga!!

Yeah thats more like it!!

K-dio - The one radio channel that most moms try to keep their children away from. The one radio channel where an entire institute finds expression. The one radio channel that is ours, for us and by us - democratic.

14th November 2008: The airwaves crackled and came to life... K dio was back!! Back to the world of IIM Kozhikode. RJs Khadoos and Jack talked and talked till our ears burst. They played the choiciest songs that you would only find in people's Recycle Bins. And then they called their guests.

Chhota Don - who threatened and threatened till all the extortionists of Mumbai gave up their jobs and surrendered
Rohit Jain - who so hemmed and hawwed with his gyaan on Finance that Citigroup fired their top brass and decided to replace them with Rohit
Pappu - who cracked loud jokes and laughed even louder till people on campus could hear him even after turning off the radio (Some people still get nightmares of that day)
Whoosh - who hatched such plans of hacking IIMB during Sangram that I cant even begin to reveal them here

So all you good souls, I have this friendly advice. If you ever feel like killing yourself, dont eat pesticide, or drink poison, or jump into a well or smell your armpit. Just visit IIMK and listen to Kdio - the channel that puts MTV Fully Faltu to shame, that has the capability to make your soul squirm in disgust and then chop you up without killing you.

Last heard, the FBI have asked for a dedicated feed of Kdio to replace its 3rd degree interrogation techniques. They chanced upon it by accident, when a certain ex-president came rushing out of his house shouting, " Yes, i did her.... I did her.... Now stop that thing....." when his neighbour's dog mistakenly set the receiver to Kdio on full blast.

Thats Kdio for you!!!

Mera number kab aayega...

Ethics, the one thing that raises heated conflict across the world today, seems notably absent from our conscience in classrooms. Lectures in ethics are more morose than the average funeral. Drop dead silence, except for the sibilance of pencil or pen from one of the unfortunate first-benchers who view scribbling as the only method of staying awake. And of course, the lecture from the professor herself.

I had never imagined that I would end up in an ethics class where over half of the people present would speak up. Well, life is unpredictable. One flash of imagination, one twist of fate and the class rose to life. Not only speak, they actually fought for airtime. Raised hands and my-voice-is-louder-than-yours ensued. Someone seemed mighty pleased with the response. She had hit upon a genius of an idea. The jugular vein, the 'War on Terrorism' of classroom politics, the master key - marks for CP.

One 'gentle reminder' of the power and control reinstated her as the alpha female, the god to please and the Xerxes of Persia. The class writhed in controlled chaos and she reigned supreme. Like it was always designed to be. Marks. Period.

"Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men."
-Anonymous