Browsing by Author "Bal, Arnav (ed.)"

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    Yearbook 2018
    (MICA, 2018) Sood, Aakarsh (ed.); Dubash, Aditya (ed.); Mazumdar, Archit (ed.); Bal, Arnav (ed.); Potdar, Chandrahasa (ed.); Potdar, Chandrahasa (ed.); Kaul, Madhulika (ed.); Chandil , Monica (ed.); Nitesh, Nayan (ed.); Nitesh, Nayan (ed.)
    Hi Angad, I still remember when we both met at Thakur Chacha’s cabin and ran into each other right at the beginning of our time at MICA. It was such a coincidence to have someone from SPV on campus! There is no doubt that you are one of the most well read and intellectual people in campus (no sarcasm). I have always admired your vast repertoire of knowledge. Glad to have had all those random conversations we did in KEIC. It was just the intellectual seasoning one needs to get along from time to time. Wishing you all the best for Amul! ...Ayushi Mona Heyi Bro! sometimes you are too irritating...hehehe. I admire your sincerity and dedication in class. You have been loyal towards studies and exams...hats off to that. You are an amaze basketball player and whatever little conversation we have had you have really highlighted something new. i wish you good luck in life....Cheers!! ...Ankita Madan Angad bro, every time I talked with
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    Yearbook 2019
    (MICA, 2019) Bal, Arnav (ed.); Parmar, Arsh Singh (ed.); Chouksey, Bansuri Dayal (ed.); Potdar, Chandrahasa (ed.); Todi, Devika (ed.); Sudhakar, K Nitya (ed.); Joshi, Pranav (ed.); Sawleshwarkar, Shreya (ed.)
    I dislike poetry immensely, not all poetry, certainly not the poetry of yesteryear, but the more contemporary writings of every budding armchair poet- though in all fairness I doubt there is any other kind. For one, most can’t tell a compelling story while trying to rhyme ‘orange’ and ‘door-hinge’ (I found one!) and blank free-verse poems are just lazier short stories. But, despite my dislike of the art-form I fail to see how else I could describe a lot of what I’ve felt here in MICA. So if you’ll allow me, I’d like to borrow from the works of Robert Frost, who wrote: ..And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept. One aged man—one man—can’t fill a house.. Taken from the poem ‘An Old Man’s Winter Night’, which is apt, given my advancing years. I was completely fine alone, I suppose, and before coming here I was truly inclined to believe that would continue for the rest of my years. Recently however, a very mundane turn of events caused me to nearly be “bereft of life” as John Cleese says in the Dead Parrot sketch in Monty Python. But before I knew it, a few wonderful people helped me out of my predicament, without so much as asking twice. . I had been skirting with the idea of the “inherent goodness in man, woman and child” and between 2017 and 2019, I have finally come to see some truth in the saying.