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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.