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Beyond the Photograph

"Breaking the frame" means you artfully allow your subject to go out of the frame, so part of them is cut off.

This can imply motion or a spatial relationship that extends beyond the edges of the photograph.

We are moving towards a new world order, and the keyword is Freedom!

 Technology has always been an effective tool to help us grow further. What if this tool becomes a controlling mechanism? Today there are many companies which, owing to their technologies, have taken control of our lives. You cannot do anything beyond what they allow; by 'they' I don't mean technologies, but the companies. In a democratic world, even the governments and administrations allow us to be free. Then how can we allow certain companies to take control of our lives? To break this control, the world celebrates Software Freedom Day (SFD) on the third Saturday of each September. Software Freedom Day is a public education effort, not only to celebrate the virtues of free/open source software, but also to encourage its use, to the benefit of the public.

But why is software so important? It is important as it is driving technologies today. Every piece of machine is getting a bit of software. Even our cars have embedded software which controls certain The SFD website says, “It is primarily about Software, but Software Freedom can affect almost every aspect of our lives. Software Freedom enables governmental transparency and openness; for example, voting machines and government records can be examined and available to a degree that is impossible when proprietary secrecy stands in the way of public scrutiny.”

Various groups and organisations are celebrating the event throughout India. 

Vani kashyap

The strike this morning, took a lot of people by surprise. It was the reason of the strike though, that left me completely flabbergasted. Strike for not being allowed to go to a cult fest? Excuse me, but are we running out of things to do right here on the campus. I understand that a cult fest means more exposure, more interaction and more of a lot of other things but if all these ‘more’ things do not come along, is it the end of the world? I really thought that Mody girls were made to withstand tougher things. And that they had an alternative to everything.
If they are not allowed to see the greatest debater in Delhi, they would create their own debate club to produce the greatest debater themselves. Not allowed to see the greatest rock act in Delhi? They would create their own rock band, something which would deliver on quality and quantity. Missing the spirit that makes DU what it is? They would strain every nerve to create the spirit right here in MITS.
What’s the point of fighting the authorities when we should be working with them. Doing every thing to make them bend, not break.
Its sad that we try so hard to make some other college’s fest such a huge success, even going on a strike for them, but do not care a zilch for the societies on campus which are trying to create that same atmosphere right here. A case in point – the drama club meeting yesterday, wherein only 13 out of the 100 turned up.
Why are we now, so used to being spectators? Why do we not want to become creators? Can none of us imagine our drama club flourishing to the extent that students from DU come to watch our plays? Why have we stopped dreaming and believing? No change will come to this campus until we initiate it. And change is certainly not when we get a gate pass to go to someone else’s cult fest. Change will come when we shun that gate pass to make this college a better place.
But till then, our priorities are certainly misplaced.

I close the shade.
I dim the lamp.
And then my husband’s last confession began.
‘I cheated on you twice’, he says.
While his eyes always stay away.
His diary has told me that already.
It’s not something that makes me care.
I look down and stare at my hands.
Is there anything I am supposed to say?
He pretends to be tired.
I pretend to be absorbed,
in the blinds that line up the walls.
Anup is drained.
He wants to go to sleep.
I help him settle down,
between the sheets.
The medication gets to him
He is dozing off now...
While I am left contemplating the silence,
which is very irking somehow.
Here is the man I loved and
will always love.
This is the man I married.
And I would have remained
a very normal, happy wife,
had Anup not been felled.
The cancer is not just inside his body,
it has also encroached outside.
And when it does finally take him away,
I somewhere would also have died.
I close the door to his room.
I wander aimlessly in the house.
I look without looking.
I switch my palms and cry.
Throughout the year gone by,
he’s been dazed,
he’s been on medication and radiation,
and he’s been withered away.
But he’s been too ill to know.
Yes he has felt the pain, his body feels,
but nothing more.
I have felt his pain, I have seen him wince.
I have seen him loose his dignity
and become dependent for
even his basic needs.
I have seen him exposed
I have seen him cry
I have lived his despair
I have slowly seen him die
And i have lived my despair
I have cried
I have been insecure
I have lived with fright
There are times when I have thought
Of a life without him.
I have wondered
If I can again, ever be happy.
I have wondered
If i can have a house without
Shadows and silence
Tears and despair.
And whether it can be filled
With children and whether
I can smile without a care?
And there are times
When i wish it was all over.
That Anup was dead
And i was starting all over.
I shared this with my mother
And she went white all over
Love him till his last, she says
Be with him
And care till he finally rests.
But does she realize,
he will still be gone?
That i will still have an empty bed
and will have lived too long. And died.
Is it wrong?
To look beyond the living dead
To start your life all over again,
even when they are still part awake?
My mother thinks
I am immoral.
But hey, do i still have to die,
In a house where impending
death and a near dead man reside?
Do i also have to be lulled to death
With a weight that
is slowly sinking me away
Hey, is it so wrong
to try to save me from myself.

Smriti – EC fourth year

Love.....its like the wind.I cant see it but i can feel it.And shall i tell u a deep seated truth?For some time now,i have come to value love(i mean 'true love'..if at all it exists and deep down i believe,it does.)so much so that i always end up chasing such thoughts..thoughts of love.Because,the more i think of it,the more i fear of falling in love!(is it rightly said that fear never disappoints??!!)Talks apart.Today i am in to pour out all i have been able to explore about LOVE.
Well,i think love has a very diverse implication in our lives.This certainly is for the good,because,no matter whatsoever form love may camouflage beneath,the magic that those four letters come together to create,makes life beautiful,complete and above all worth living.
I consider love analogous to a tree.They share so much in common.Though absolutely mundane,there is no substitute to the shelter both of a tree and of love.(then be it a long tiresome walk on a hot sunny day or be it walking through the road of life).Both never cease to grow with time.Both outlive us.And most importantly,its hard to imagine life without both of them.
There are basically two forms of love.One form of love is the 'inbuilt love'.Like parents' love for their children and vice versa,siblings' love for each other and the love of the almighty.Needless to say,the tree of true love is planted within our souls right before the time we are born.Had it not been so,how would a new born baby be able to recognize her mom,much before the gray cells of her brain come into action.It often used to leave me wondering,as to what was the thing that brought back the giggle on the face of a crying baby the moment she is back in her mom's or dad's arms.Ever realized that the first word that you involuntarily utter in pain,is 'maa'.The only thing that can explain all such phenomena
is love...and only love.This is what i call inbuilt love.Its simply there and we cannot or need not explain as to why?But it sure does wonders.Love for instinctive inclinations,or for inanimate things is also inbuilt.like some love music,some love to travel,some love books,some love money!Its also inexplicable.At times its concerned with heredity but quite often its absolutely instinctive.
Then there is this another form of love,which i will say is not a fully grown tree of love when we are born.Its just a sapling initially and its up to us to nurture it so that soon it takes the shape of a tree(the way god did with inbuilt love much before he sent us down.And by not doing so,i fear,in a way we are disobeying gods will)Like the love for our fellow beings(better known as compassion)and the love that we fall for.That is,the love for that 'special companion' .
For the former all i will say is,its all right if we do not care to love our fellow beings,if we can well fortify ourselves for the day when we will have to confront the almighty.
Love that we fall for...Actually its this form of love that i have been trying to understand lately.What is love all about?when do you know you are in love?..so on and so forth...Realization..Yes...its the word that pops up in my mind when i think of love.The realization of significance of another person in your life who is unconditionally dear to you.The realization of belongingness to someone to whom you do not actually belong!!The realization of the unbound faith that you have for someone.the realization that you immensely respect someone.The realization of finding a companion for whom there never was and there never will be a substitute and whose company you do not find surfeit even for a lifetime.
When you can feel the presence of someone always by your side in low moments and you miss him while having a ball, i guess its love.What more.Erich Segal says it best when he says,'to love is never having to say you are sorry'.For true love does not seeks regrets and apologies.Rather its always ready to forgive because it can see things deep down that the rest of world cannot and things unsaid.
Like life,lov is a process and not a pursuit.Its a journey not a destination.Therefore,its path may be bumpy at times but thats not reason enough to put an end to love(could we do the same with life??)After all how can we unrealize something that we have already realized?True love is never complete.It keeps growing with time.(no wonder, expressions like 'we are no more in love','we broke up' etc often leaves me intrigued.)
Some say love is a commitment.I beg to differ.We love somebody and make efforts to see the person happy not because its a commitment but because we love to do it.I believe,true love never flourishes under the grace of confinement.Rightly said,
"if you love something,set it free;
if it comes back to you,its yours;
if it does not it never was."
All forms of love are interdependent.If we have abundance of any one form of love(which we all do have),it should make us rich in every form of love.

In simple words,love is great beyond words.And its great to fall for love and to be in love!!
Wish you loads and loads of love in your life!

Amrita Sharma -EC Fourth year

“Forgive others”; “Love thy neighbor more than yourself till it becomes a practice” or do as kareena kapoor tells, “practice satvik, it has calming effect on your body and soul”. We encounter this soul curry over and over these days, when human mind is programmed to do quite the opposite (as a software engineer, I am destined to use this word). One fine Sunday afternoon; I and my mom went to this posh restaurant in our small Ville. Just like the burgeoning population these days, one gentleman (who somehow could not speak gently), had problems with the menu. He kept on calling the waiter and destroyed the ambience in which we were enjoying our paneer makhanwala; well, the restaurant tried to do something new with Butter paneer and hence changed the name. Anyway, that’s another story. Seemed like this gentleman forgot to order appetizers for his giant family, then didn’t like the plates, got them changed coz his eagle eyes could found one broken and then didn’t find then clean enough and then again for abusing the waiter with slang, we are not allowed to use here. The manager was called and abused as well. Being the subtle souls that we were, we paid our bill and ran off.
Watching TV is a disaster these days though I must appreciate the creativity these guys put in all those ads. We all remember, Asian paints as the peppy punch line goes, “mera walla paint!” or the ever so not so fuzzy Pepsi with “my world, my life, my Pepsi” .We have numerous choices with numerous infinite options which are always ever so confusing. The whole point is, does our world quite allow practicing whatever these mentors and soul gurus tell us to? Making a right decision putting yourself first & then others is all what we are taught since childhood and then as so called “stress” dooms our small lives, we are quite asked to negate whatever we are taught so far.
We are all big aunties yelling at the saari walla to show the color they want, just like the kiddos yelling for the latest shoes or a replica of Euro pass ball. God save the poor fathers!!! You can always see girls asking for a particular hairdo they have seen in the latest dove ad or the peculiar color of nail paint that Uchiha itachi wore in 16th episode of naruto shippuden!, mind you that it’s not just purple it’s the purple. Is a sea of choices redefining our persona as someone unique and portrayed as a kewl icon just like Vj Rannvijay’s formal with shorts look or is it just making us more muddleheaded towards our approach towards anything and everything in life? A recent survey, pointed out the choc-a-bloc lifestyles that promote social networking making people obsessed with simple things like custom messages and profiles which define who you are in a virtual world. Virtual that’s what reality is! Do we need to weigh everything in black and white and make our choices and be so peculiar about everything when in the end it is all the more “stressing”; and not live like ‘Forrest Gump’, so innocent and free to run a thousand miles if he feels like running or is the conceptualization of my world and my life in everything right coz we live alone and we die alone? The question remains…and the answers are still in us and what we think is cool.
Just like khuswant singh adds in his stress mantra, Speak your mind!!!



Cherry
CS IV yr