Browsing by Author "Joshi, Pranav (ed.)"

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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.
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    Yearbook 2020
    (MICA, 2020) Todi, Devika (ed.); Sudhakar, Nitya (ed.); Joshi, Pranav (ed.); Sawleshwarkar, Shreya (ed.); Ajit, Aarathi (ed.); Rai, Anukriti (ed.); George, Rona (ed.); Manoj, Sanjna (ed.); Jyotishi, Shashank (ed.); Jain, Ayushi (ed.)
    Dear Eggs, How can one really begin to write an editorial for a yearbook, I ask myself? After many many arguments, I realise that one just has to begin Much like this MICAn journey, hopefully even this will fall into place. So, here it goes. The first of many lasts. On 11 June 2018, some odd 180 faces landed on campus. Fairly unrelated, everyone was busy taking cognizance of each other. I was busy falling off swings and laughing at my idiocy. That has to be one of my biggest lessons- learning to laugh at myself. What’s beautiful about this place, is that it makes you feel. Sometimes in a normal “I can manage” way. Sometimes in a gut wrenching “I can’t breathe” way. You may love someone, hate them the next day. Like someone, think the worst of them tomorrow. That is the intensity of a residential campus and young people living together is close quarters. Some of us are more than ready for the next big thing- already leaving this place behind. Then there are some like me, a little scared to move on and a little scared to begin. I never really liked transitions. While we are swinging from one mood of lived nostalgia to another of future ready, I hope we remember- People are changing in permanent ways, because of what may seem like a frivolous chain of events. In retrospect, can you connect the dots as well? We all have wrestled with assignments (okay, not all), submissions, classes, competitions, committee... And here we are! Flexing our well-developed brain muscle, ready to face the real world. But before we make the move of moving on, we should take note. We won’t get reduced to a couple of hashtags and some entertaining stories shared at parties. While we were here, we were a breathing living force. PGP25 added its fair share of drama to the romcom that is MICA and we as characters are not that forgettable. It is the season of goodbyes. Are you ready for the next big ride? I hope you find your answer.Until next time. -Devika Todi