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Thursday, 5 November 2015


By: Anshuman Ray
Orchestrated mayhem. That’s what it was. A frenzy of activity motivated by the task of finding ten items very common yet can be easily overlooked. They ranged from something very prominent and hard to get by such as a pair of orange chinos to something very typical such as a white hairband.

All the items!!
The registration started at 10:30 in the canteen and the event kicked off at 12:30P.M . The turnout was very heartening and the list of events were revealed in a dramatic fashion from the canteen rooftop.
And with each alternate item, there is a catch. Like everyone was asked to find bottles with the perception logo on it. The symbol was on the cap which made the item even harder to find.

The pink-teddy man!!

There was a mad scramble for finding the ten items everywhere. When the event was about to end everyone turned a bit desperate for showing up with all the items and there was even a shouting match at the end. Students came up with almost every item except for a few which became the deciding factor - Orange chinos, Pen drive containing the teaser and the trailer of perception. Some tried to pass brown, pink even blue as orange and some couldn't bring both the required videos. After many verifications, here is the list of winners:
Winners and Co-ordinators!!

1st : Soumya Mukherjee, Rohan Patro and Adarsh Nistala
2nd : Debasis Das, Diven Souren and Anupam Samad

Beg Borrow Steal was the first event of Perception and it has certainly generated a lot of buzz among the students. It goes without saying that the event was as amazing as it's co-ordinators: Raksha Subhangini, Nimisha Acharya, Sidhant Sourav and yours truly!! Kudos to the Literary Secretary Anirban Pati for moderating the event. Perception is gonna be huge this time and we can't wait for tomorrow to happen!!

Monday, 26 October 2015


By: Team PenTastic
By Pallavi Mohapatra

It is the absence of light,
Crashing upon as an abysmal plight.
Piercing my senses is a silent scream,
Beckoning to me is a swoon less dream.

Stretching as a skyscraper is blackness’ pit,
Effortlessly knocking out my entire wit.
There are hushed voices above
eerily echoing in this alcove.

Waiting for me is a world with no track,
Swarming all around is the colour Black. 
It seems, a perennial cascade of gluey sap
is trying to root me in this trap.

Perplexed I am trying, to get a grip,
praying for a swift end to this trip.
Somehow stumbling, I grazed against a stone;
my fingers then traced a cross lone.

 The idea of a grave upon me then struck,
Inviting countless curses was my luck.
Despair started building a well around me,
Not a ray of hope for my iris to see.

Lingering over me was an invisible cloud,
 Chuckling devilishly was Death’s own shroud.
    Hopelessly, I willingly surrendered,
Leaving behind the world, on, my soul fluttered.

After ceaseless hours, the air around it lightened,
And finally, my unearthly afterlife brightened.

Thursday, 15 October 2015

Its just a wish.


May be its just a speculation,
An unknown feeling that drives its execution.

Or may be its just a wish,
a wish that's meant merely to bliss.

Someday I wish I can get there,
deep into the ocean of care.

I wish I can drive myself crazy,
for things that never seemed so easy.

Closeness was the only thing  that came my way,
the only margin that kept everything at bay.

I dream of endless nights,
That flourish with romantic lights.

Like my life has struck a chord,
with things onerous to afford.

I am still stuck with the dilemma,
in accordance with my life's lemma.

With every single morning I wake,
up with a burden of plans to make.

And everything comes to a stake,
as my dreams stop them with a brake.

May be I'm living in a fairyland,
swayed into my dreamy strand.

Sunday, 11 October 2015



May I have a magic wand?
To get hold of your hand.
Or to find Someone like ‘You’,
Because the wait is long due.

Will I ever fall in love again?
Head over heels, and all grief in vain.
Or may find Someone like  You,
Because, memories are fresh and new!

Will I wish for some more spark?
Or  give up , as it gets Dark?
May be I will find Someone like You,
Since happiness and misery come in a queue.

Can we remain friends forever?
May be I know, the answer is ‘Never’,
Can  I just find another  YOU?
Or Thee may send Someone like You.

Would I wish for some more moments?
So that  I would cherish and reserve them.
Or, Is there Someone better than You?
When you say so, its hard to believe You.

Shall I keep on adding sweetness?
To the string, that You wanna untie,
Or shall I sever the  string?
While Someone like You, is what you bring.

Please, lemme have a magic wand.
So that, I could make “me” understand,
That it would take a Lifetime…..
To forget  You and find Someone new,
To find Someone Like YOU!

Monday, 28 September 2015

We Live in Deeds, Not in Years

By: Sidhant Sourav

By: Arghya Patnaik (I & E 3rd Year)

And here comes a brilliant article from one of the best talents of the college,  the multidimensional, Arghya Patnaik!

“When you arise in the morning, Think of what a precious privilege It is to be alive-to breathe, to think, To enjoy, to love.”                           

Indeed, when Marcus Aurelius said this, he was correct in his assessment of the value of human life. Man is one of the precious creations of God whom He preserves in this bountiful planet. In fact, man is endowed with special faculties which distinguish him from his fellow living beings. He has got the power to think and to apply his thought for the betterment of himself and his fellow-beings. This faculty endows him with enormous potential to make a difference to human civilization in a constructive manner and to leave behind an enduring legacy. An adage goes like this, “The entire purpose of life is to live a life of purpose.” As Steve Maraboli said, “You were put on this earth to achieve your greatest self, to live out your purpose, and to do it fearlessly.”                               

The cycle of birth and death is an inevitable process which man must subject himself to, because it is the universal law of nature. When a child is born, it is per-ordained that he shall die, one day or the other. Man has no control over his longevity. But, the quality of life one chooses is the discretion of the individual. One can choose to make it non-descriptive and die unsung and unheard. Or, one can choose to make a difference and stand out of the crowd. The former does not require much effort and is a beaten path for all men to follow. The latter, although fraught with difficulties, is the ideal path because a purposeful life is a well-lived and fulfilling life. Utilization of our life in the best interests of mankind and natural surroundings is the best way in which we can repay the immense debt to God for having created and preserved us, all through our life. “The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to make some difference that you have lived and lived well.”These words of Ralph Waldo Emerson echo God’s directive to His children which is enshrined in the holy books of all religions of the world. That is, to serve the mankind.                                

 “The small lily flower that blooms in the lake for a day attracts countless passers-by its fragrance and exuberant colours. But the oak that lives for three hundred years is soon forgotten.” The same analogy can be drawn for human life. A long life doesn’t necessarily imply a successful life or vice-versa. In fact, if one lives for long and isn’t able to leave a lasting impression on the sands of time, then history doesn’t judge him kindly and he is soon forgotten, lost in the vast multitudes of men who have come and gone, without much ado. But, a noble life and fruitful life is described in glowing terms over generations of time. Such people occupy their rightful places in the shining firmament of the league of honourable men, the ones who have conquered destiny and triumphed in life. History provides ample examples of people who, despite their short lifespan, have left behind indelible imprints on the sands of time. Such people have even conquered death and lived on in their admirers’ hearts.
Srinivasa Ramanujan was a prodigious mathematician who is regarded as one of the greatest in his chosen field. He lived only for 32 years, but in the short life he got, he proved his dexterity with numbers. Swami Vivekananda, regarded as the greatest Hindu monk of all time, passed away when he was barely 39. He established himself as a legendary figure who continues to be a shining beacon which guides everyone in the world to follow the path of righteousness and nobility. His works and oration stand a testimony to his peerless erudition. Yet another example comes to the mind when we talk of Indians who passed away prematurely, yet are regarded as cult figures. Bhagat Singh attained martyrdom when he was 23 years old. In the short life he got, he demonstrated to one and all, the power of raw patriotism and love for one’s motherland. His devotion to India and the cause of Indians against the ruthless imperial rule stands out as one of the best examples of human sacrifice and shall continue to inspire countless Indians for all times to come. In the history of the world,Alexander, The Great comes to our mind. He was another son of mother earth who carved a niche for himself in the league of great men. By his conquests, he brought Europe closer to India and facilitated the intercourse between the Greek and civilizations of the East. The prospective ‘ruler of the world’ was just 33 years old when death came to him. But, death failed miserably in diminishing his rightful place in the history of the world. Alexander is remembered as much for his conquests as his contribution to world civilization.                                    

The great Chinese thinker Confucius said, “With only coarse rice as meal and only plain water as drink, and only my arms as pillow, I shall find joy in the midst of these conditions. Wealth and honour acquired contrary to righteousness are to me like the passing cloud.” Thus, one must avowedly follow a set of idealsand toil relentlessly in order to serve the humanity. History remembers only these noble personalities. Thus, we conclude that, “Man lives in deeds, not years; Thoughts, not breaths.”