THE TRANSFORMATION

JULY 2008.

Class 1:

Sir: Can you get me a whiteboard marker?

5 hands out of 120*2 go up.

SEPTEMBER 2008.

Sir: Can you get me a whiteboard marker?

10 hands out of 120*2 go up.

The hands remain the same till the end of the semester...

JANUARY 5th 2009.

Class 1:

Sir: Can you get me a whiteboard marker?

50 hands out of 130*2 go up.

The rest are surprised. But note it, nothing happens without a reason.

DAM it, there comes FOC.

Volunteers unlimited. The major ones occupy the centre stage, Front stage, the visible back stage; rest feed their mikes to the hungry mouths, Sentries are visible at every door arguing who will open the door and welcome the late comers. The facial expression envies the air-hostess in the Kingfisher Airlines. Cameramen galore. The curtains are drawn with full fancy; the event finally gets to a completion.

Successful, we understand. We appreciate the genuine efforts and services to the seniors. Visibility counts. Recall counts. Ultimately, no one can be blamed. Isn’t it a media institute, with kids specializing in PR and AD?

FEB 14^TH 2009.

Classes begin.

Valentine’s Day breezes past.

FEB 15^TH 2009.

Elections loom large. Some winners will be bestowed with a successful PR / AD campaign award. The cumulonimbus clouds gather. Candidates assemble in abundance. It rains. Ballot’s overflow. Every drop counts. The clouds finally give way and sunlight blesses planet earth.

Classes resume.

FEB 16^TH 2009

Sir: Can anyone get me a whiteboard marker?

2 hands out of 130*2 go up.

No one is surprised. After effects of a failed PR campaign is reflected on those glum faces - A case study.

Lessons learnt

Lots of strategies to be planned. Lots more to be learned in PR. Negative PR does work.

Visibility alone doesn’t matter. Work matters. Nitin proved it well.

BUT as expected, the regularly consistent hand from the class is chosen. He continues to work dedicatedly and sincerely, without the greed for any fruit from the tree of success. Thanks Chintu, you are the best.

Some SIMC conversations

First

Beti: (comes running from college, like in the old complain ad) Mommy, we got our 5^th self study test on Friday.

Mom: (Responds in a split second): Ohh maaa… who is the latest faculty to leave?

Beti: No, Mommy, No… This time it’s not because we don’t have a faculty. Just that he is hibernating.

Mom: Lucky for you. Just as I heard self study, I thought the last faculty also has resigned.

Beti: As if his presence would have made a difference.

Mom: means?

Beti: Momma, we have a unique system in SIMC. We pay the fees. We learn ourselves. We prepare the notes as part of an assignment. We write the exams. But finally, when it comes to evaluation, someone too competitive does it.

Mom: Poor you. Victim of another skewed system.

Second

Mom: aaj kya hua college mein

Beti: Attendance

Mom: Kal?

Beti: Attendance

Mom: So, parso bhi yahin hua tha na?

Beti: haan, lekin jordaar gaali… na… taali bhi thi… We were requested to give a standing ovation. (First time in the history of… na.. World history)

Mom: Padhai?

Beti: woh self study hein na… Thursdays ko hota hein…

Mom: Tho college mein kyon jaate ho?

Beti: Attendance

Third

SIMCly PR – A Recruitment agency

First applicant knocks

Boss: Come in

Aspirant: Good morning sir

…blah ………………blah……………………blah…………

Boss: Ohh….so you are Mr. Aalsi Dhokla.

Aspirant: Yes Sir

Boss: You will head our PR, Operations

Second girl enters

Boss: ohh.. So you are Ms. Moti Thepla

Girl: yes sir

Boss: So, Moti ladki, you will stomach PR, Research.

Third girl comes in

Girl: I am Undhiyu Menon

Boss: Hmmm…. South West mix veg?

Girl: Pappa mallu, mamma gujju sir.

Boss: What a rhyme scheme. Get married to Aalsi Dhokla. You can behead PR, Operations.

Mere PyaRe PR club waalon, Narmada Bachao!!!! (Na, Na, Not from SIMC, it’s a MODI-fied river... )

No scope. It's the same suffering there. Poor Richie Rich. Sandwiched between Dhoklas, Theplas & Undhiyus. ;)

THE INTERVIEW WINDS UP.

Midhun's Journey to Space

Midhun is invited by the ARC of SIMC 2020 to be awarded the winner of the Alumni Hunt 2019.

It’s from a new campus where Midhun receives the award and is requested to speak. Here he goes.

Midhun

Thank you friends. When I was in SIMC, it was just “20000 leagues under the sea” and we had a submarine taking 45 minutes from the beachside. Today, in this virgin campus, where the “Time machine” stands testimony to the modern amenities like flying saucers, floating classes, crater creativity and stability exercises, I float. Though outsiders have to swim for hours together, err… float to reach this enchanting airless destination called 'once in a Blue-Moon', it's an experience. I welcome the Marsian’s and Venusian’s who have taken admission to this cyber space.

The evolution is truly cyber. You not just can interact with the computer, but the computers can speak to themselves today.

Mr. ABC interrupts in between.

We are exploring the chances of providing UG courses underwater too, so that industry can be in sync with planet Pluto. When we were underwater and when I was serving my 13^th stint as the compass, we had a campus spanning 123445544 SQUARE FEET and all web footed students along with litres and litres of brine. Now when am serving the 123^rd time, we have the entire space with only SQUARE FEET and no place to stand as we float...(Please all of you laugh, else.... ). With facilities like asteroids and meteors for recreation, and crater making as an integral part of the course, our students play and learn the tricks of the trade.
An announcement is that, every alumni we met on the road to Pluto has bestowed us the INFACT LIES LIES magazine award, for the best advertising footprint forward, specially because of the lack of an HOD, leave alone a teacher.

We plan to bring and admit the plutonians to our campus in the coming year to make this Pest-O-Calm bigger............. and the speech goes on and on like the limitless outer space...

(Someone snatches the mike)

Midhun continues… Truly... truly, today we need to remember all the directors who served SIMC, which is easy as ABC served it 116 times.

A commotion is heard. The guy who snatched the mike stands up and asks.

Student: What is ABC?

Answer: Basically letters, but just too vast to be explained in 3 letters.

A fed up Midhun gets late and shouts: Where is my rocket?

(Fires it from behind and flies away)

Smoke swirls leave a message behind: Escaping ABC a second time after 2010.

NB: Overall , I salute the batch of 2009 for pulling off a great show each in DAM, HR SUMMIT, COMBAT TERRORISM & FEST-O-COMM.

THE STORY-BORED

SAMAR NAKHATE’S ASSIGNMENT IN EIGHT SHOTS

THE STORYBOARD FOLLOWS

Click on every photograph to understand the intricacies involved in the individual's actions and reactions.

Venki goes to Venki BUGGERS, one of his FOBH (Family owned business house) of burgers. He takes a burger & a drink. The carefree attitude reflects on his face. He enjoys every bubble from the bottle, while giving some to his beggar.. err.. burger frendzzz from Chennai who are seated on the steps, in the hum hein bai-bai fancy dress…

Business is business, boss ho yeah subordinate, customer ho ya king.
The shopkeeper hired by Venki responds - "Paanch rupaiya de de thaakur." Venki takes the currency in his hand, on a pretext to pay.

Venki, as if unaware of the five rupee comment tries to scoot...
“Let me make good an escape,” his mind whispers amidst all the chaos.

But alas, the businessman is shrewd and understands the cat's move even before the silent steps take Venki farther.
"Maaaro kalti , hum dekhenge" - thinks the shopkeeper, as he is well aware of the Venki character who scoots at the end of everything.

Venki looks at the surroundings.
"Is anyone watching? " His mind asks him. The mind becomes more and more confident, with every passing moment and tries to escape.

The shopkeeper yells - "Stop there, varna, suttiduvey (I'll fry)."
Venki understood the Tamil word and stops. His facial expression changes, as if telling to himself, “Finally, am caught”. Even the boxer friend near him is minus any emotion or reaction and busily quenches a bottle of Rio.

Finally Venki thinks – “ This time no raksha. Annan knows Tamil, so do my friends. It will be embarrassment coupled with humiliation. Madurai meenkshi tunai!!! I can’t go scot free from this muck for sure” and so decides to pay.
The shopkeeper's expression seems to say “Saala, ab aa raha hein. Paisa de aur jaa be”

Story ends when everyone smiles , while the Boxer earns yet another free/complimentary sip of his life....

Flower Power

Jasmine, i.e. “gift from God” is a genus of shrubs and vines that grow as climbers on others, including the fences.

Jasmine Flower Tea - Preparation

The delicate Jasmine flower opens only at night during the full moon and is plucked in the morning when the tiny petals are tightly closed. They are then stored in a cool place until night. Between six and eight in the evening, as the temperature cools, the petals begin to open. Flowers and tea are "mated" in machines that control temperature and humidity.It takes four hours for the tea to absorb the fragrance and flavour of the Jasmine blossoms..... and the process goes on an on... till the spent flowers are removed from the final product, as the flowers are completely dry and contain no aroma.

Source: WIKIPEDIA

Some more DAM good info about Jasmine.

Prahlad Kakkar - Aren't you guys turned on by jasmine?

Answer: "No, Not at all."

Any proof???

At least this photograph seems to say so.

Making of a President - Part - I

MAKING OF

PART I - Ms. Wannabe council member goes to the podium

PART II - Mr. Wannabe council member goes to the podium

All the mister and mistress council members at SIMC, Lavale go to the podium is a classic 2009 Jan-Feb comedy/drama movie misdirected by the election mode philanthropy union.

Written by REKRI, based on a real life story of batch 2009, the movie has its share of selfish overacting done by Nahu & Gimme. This movie shows the effect of elections on the head of quieter clans of people in and around sects titled Journalism, AV, PR & AD. “Ms. Wannabe council member goes to the podium” has no major screenplay or storyline, but turned out to be a moderate success, getting box office cash counters registering full houses the first week. Apart from Nahu & Gimme, the film features a bevy of well-known supporting actors, jokers, back stabbers and jugglers of different powers.

“Mr. Wannabe council member goes to the podium” made Aks a major movie star, for his prowess.

PLOT

The Director of an unnamed hilltop has to pick a replacement for outgoing SIMC president MICHA. Part I of the movie has umpteen no of silly plots and repeat dialogues, with funny connotations to receive importance to individual acting prowess keeping the end result as ruined.

Part II, which comprised of better actors added spice to the plot making a tug of war at the box-office. Even when the decent localite is surrounded by the most petty people ever, the public voted for the best in line.

Nevertheless, REKRI’s tacit encouragement of the Senate President are both emblematic of the director's belief in the difference that one individual can make. This theme would be expanded further in the yet to be released junior filmi batches.

Senate Majority Leader, called the film "silly and stupid," and said it "makes the Senate look like a bunch of crooks." The screenplay writer REKRI was banned from entering the office premises for letting the office understand that they themselves are a burden.

Cast notes:

• Other well-traveled character actors who appear in the film include Monki, Jungi, funki and Dunki.

Production

BOYS HOSTEL originally purchased Rekri's unpublished story, variously called The Gentleman from Mumbai, but once You-can-see came on board as director – the original wannabe’s flagged.

Nominations

Best Actress: Nuhu

Supporting Actress: Gimme

Honours

Best script/screenplay: Rekri

Best dialogues:

Happy birthday

What they said is what I want to summarise