mihir

A magazine, in it's complete form. This magazine was made as part of a competition organised by the student publication body of IIT Delhi. This magazine is a tribute to the 'Humans' off/ of IIT. It makes an attempt to capture their stories and acknowledge their existence. They are conducive to our growth, more than we believe. We would like to extend our gratitude to each and every one who's looked 'upon' as part of the 'Blue' Collar job. From now on, we're going to give a genuine shot at being Humane, we hope you can too. Contributors: Deepesh Nathani | Harilal Krishna | Mihir Jain

Eradication. Google defines 'eradication' as the 'complete destruction of something ; elimination, removal, suppression'. That's a biased definition already. Why 'something'? Feelings. Emotions. Thoughts. Memories. These are what make up a human, and what I was made of too, not anymore though . These are not things, but they can be destroyed too, ask me! I am eradicated, and I have nowhere to go, to hide. I am not a victim of a tragic love affair, nor had I ever been involved in one- well, that's something that can be called tragic. I need to get over this, I need someone..something? It could barely be called romantic, the first time we met. I was walking down the road, with a friend of mine, when we spotted our colleague some distance away. There was an unfamiliar 'figure' with her. We walked towards her. Close enough, our eyes met, and I coughed. It's a pity I don't remember the severity of the conversation that followed, for the

You see him With an apron, cap and a bold face Monotonously repeating; Four meals a day, that's what we get Cleanliness, hygiene and affection, is what he provides Do you 'notice' him? Why does he rise? He washes  our  late night drama,  before our stomachs begin the morning ritual of 'Oh Mamma' He sweeps away  our  corridors full of litter, can we really be this bitter? He washes, he sweeps Everyday, every damn day! Why does he rise? He sits in  our  fort all day long, to guard us from trespassers high on Old Monk He sits, he sits Every day, every damn day! You see him With his four seater Every day; Breaking our inertia, is what we calculate Performance is what he delivers Did you 'derive' that? Why do they rise? They are part of  our  lives; without them we would be on the edge of a knife They parcel convenience to  our  door, some would say they are our very own 'Hodor' They parcel parts