mihir

One of my closest friend, Gouri, will be graduating from NIFT Delhi this year. As part of her graduating project, she was interning at Louis Philippe for four months — she has designed a set of garments — shirts and jeans. The theme for her project was to showcase the entrepreneurs of tomorrow — and the attributes that they need to possess — and she felt fit to do the photoshoot with IIT students: Adhhayan, Abhinav, Yash, Abhishek, and me. It was the first time any of us had modeled, and it was a great experience! I know Gouri well enough to comment on the effort she puts into her work. She's passionate, dedicated, and more importantly creative — and this is clearly visible in the garments she's made — right from the ideation of the design, to the final making, she has put her heart and soul into it! I became a fan of her creativity, and work ethic long back. Finally, to showcase her work, she had to prepare a document — an ode to people go out into the world as themselves,...

I still remember the first innings on campus facing inhibitions I never thought staying alone, home-sickness, and engineering-drawing tears were the only defense with which I fought  I reached out, and family answered my call Wasn't there something the system could have done to avoid my fall? First came the minor, and then another, and finally the Major with 14 weeks in between a young boy, yet unpeeled was my treatment a bit too mean? '"it's only the beginning", I said 14 weeks, and I was dealt with a learning hand the first layer was out, and here I stand then came the second year and with it, my next attempt the committee room was where I first met them my tribe for the next three years a daily affair — we went into one room, and come out of another shared frustration over course ...

Lights. The rays fell on the tall Douglas fir trees, summer that it was; their transparency complimenting the bright green of the leaves to reflect back a bright orange. An orange that I saw every morning, when I looked out of my window, peeking occasionally as I went about the ritual of getting ready for work. Do not turn the hands of the clock, but picture it with a 'PM' instead of the much despised 'AM'. Twelve hours later, every evening, after a scheduled day in the office, I sat on a brown couch, on the fourteenth floor, with a book to tinker my creativity. I looked up, almost periodically, to allow my mind some breathing space, and I faced the window. The rays were still there, summer that it was; their colors showing through the clouds, a palette that would start with light blue, visit a dark purple before finally deciding to take the color of the night, black, at 10PM. Lights. I had been here before, in Vancouver, not long ago. It was for four months, for ...

morphed into the unknown each day, everyday; a voice echoes, 'my' voice with the hassles of the past day, the past life; i want to shut my eyes, to keep out the voice that's what i did psychological mutations each incident, every incident; a shadow formed, 'my' shadow of weaknesses that were once perfect imperfections i want to close my mind, to keep out the light that's what i did vagueness  about it all; a flux appears, flux of people challenging 'my' insecurities, the ones i wasn't aware of i want to run away, to get to me that's what i did Remodelling in bits and pieces; a thought is born, My thought edifying me, to be what i can be i want to open my eyes, through my mind, to stay with me and that's what i do, now; Imagination has a new forest!

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' ...

His head was the devil's drum He, the only audience His nerves provided the percussion Symphony of chaos His face bore an actor's expressions The world, his audience His spirit provided the deception Silhouette of darkness His ears were open to Ravens He, the only receiver His 'mastery' provided him with council The Citadel of misinterpretations His voice bore a Politician's trickery The world, his audience His struggle eluded them all The House of Cards He is you, he is me. He is stronger than before He is here to stay Life /* After feedback from multiple people in relation to the difficulty faced in understanding the poem, I have decided to write a paraphrase. 1st Paragraph: The person's head was the devil's drum- this is suggesting that the person was facing many difficulties; the devil was beating on the person's head.  However, he hadn't shared his difficulties with anyone; he suffered in ...

Have thought about writing for a while now, and just the lack of motivation maybe, has prevented that from happening. This is more or less how most of my blogs begin, with me complaining of the lack of driving force to get the job done! But rather than just lament about some issue or more precisely lament about how indolent I have been to lament about any issue at all, this time round, I am going to make a conscious effort to present, or rather document my nine week stay in Taiwan, given that I was there for a Summer Research Project. That last statement had some fancy terminology- 'Document', to start off with; well, I hope it does not turn out as dull as the word itself. Moving on to the other phrase that would have made you think of me as some Science Freak who went all the way to Taiwan to quench his thirst (I'm not saying that I ain't one and neither am I arguing in favour of it) but well, in all honesty, 'Summer Research Project' is just some terminology...

It was crawling towards me Sensed it from some distance away, Oh I sure did It came closer Touched me right where it hurts the most, Oh it sure was tangible It took control of me Immersed in a pool together, Oh I was drowning It left me, Oh after a long time Memories. It brings a lot of baggage Rotating in the head like a carousel; Spot it, pick it, leave. It brought her towards me Imagined her in her form, Oh I could draw a picture It brought her closer Closing my eyes, Oh it was clear It let her take control of me Lost, Oh I found her It took her with it, Oh Damn Memories. It brings a lot of strength Supporting you like a pillar; Spot it, mold it, leave. It got the mirror towards me Realized what lay in front, Oh it was me It got the mirror closer Everything was there, Oh I had what it takes It crept onto me, Recollection, Oh I have been there before It left me, Oh Experience.

A Sunday. I open my eyes. The clock reads six am. A weird push in the stomach and I decide to make myself light before I go back to sleep. Siting on the spot, going through my Facebook news feed in a drowsy manner whilst my bowel system functioned normally (Surprise Surprise), I felt the need to make this morning count. A couple of months more and I would have been in Delhi for a couple of years, and I still hadn't made the most of any morning. Dawn scenes and you would generally find me sleeping or probably studying (the exam season just got over). Apart from a few early morning jogs on campus, I really hadn't explored Delhi mornings. Sunrise, nature trail and just being there all alone, for yourself- who doesn't love this? While having dinner at a fancy cafe last night (Maybe that explains the weird push in the stomach), a casual conversation about Hauz Khas Village (Can Hauz Khas talks ever be casual?) popped up. Tadaa! Hauz Khas Fort- I could go there. Idea popped up...

An aeroplane. I am in one right now. Writing. Trying to, at least. I had mentally prepared to write while I was in the plane but I've spent the first 1.5 hours of the two hour flight, sleeping. Tired, am I? It's been a dramatic last few weeks. Dramatic sounds a bit too dramatic but I'm going to stick to that and let you decide the 'correctness' of the usage. It's the first of March today. The semester started a good eight weeks ago. As I look back, academically I haven't 'gained' much. I have just put in a bit of effort before the exams to get through them. This hasn't been the case with me in the earlier semesters. At least not in all of them, albeit a few. Well, but again I have only had three semesters before this. But you're getting the point. It's been different. Eight weeks. Long time. I sort of know where my time went, tentatively. Have been applying for internships since September. The year began on no different note in...