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Foreword
When we were structuring this issue, we always
wondered as to what we must do differently. But
then we realized that we didn't need to look too
hard, we needed to showcase more of the writing
ability of as many people as we could and
therefore in this issue, we have added one extra
page of Pen Route. This has provided us with the
pleasure to bring to you two winning entries of
Quill Spill and two special mentions. Blue Dot, a
winning short story from Anurabh Bhattacharya,
has vivid imagery, a succulent use of words but
most importantly it has a perspective that few of
us seem to give a thought to. In Sonkia Madhav's
winning poetry "Anu", we
have a girl mesmerized by the
paradoxical nature of the
Atom and how its existence
can have the answers to her
existential questions, it is a
masterly feat. P V Snehil has
truly come up with a fresh
piece of prose that we believe
will enchant you from the
moment you read the first
words, it has a twist that will
amuse you but also awe you
by the sheer conviction which it is pulled off. But
if there was one piece that has given us the
greatest pleasure, it has to be the poetry "History"
written by a Class 10 student Mayank Pratap
Singh, it has insight way beyond its author's
years, no wonder it got him a special mention
from the Quill Spill judges. All in all, this issue
has been one of the most satisfying ones to date.
We have thoroughly enjoyed making it and we
hope you do so too while reading.
To bring about a culture of enthusiasm and expression in the society and in minds
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Guest The God
I am in my office, drafting this on
my mobile. I can see the Rolta
building from my window, where
I had gone for an interview,
cleared 2 rounds and rejected to
sign the offer of 2 years bond. I
still think whether it was correct
or not. But when I rewind my last
5 years, I feel, that was the one of
the best decisions I made! I
cleared my engineering from
SSCET.
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had fears"..
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By Anurabh Bhattacharya
(Quill Spill Winner - Sept 08)
The whole cockpit of the space shuttle Infinity
shuddered violently as it prepared for its launch.
The rockets shot their jets of fire on the ground
engendering an enormous cloud of smoke and
dust. I lay glued to my seat, inside the cockpit,
with my fellow astronauts beside me. Each one
of us prayed for one thing only- the successful
initiation of our Mission to Mars. The mission as
I knew was funded and backed by more than
seven countries of the world including India, my
home country. The countdown rolled down into
its last three numbers, while I recalled my
childhood dream- to be one of the first to put
their feet on the Martian surface. I felt a powerful
jerk inside my navel as the shuttle rocketed off
the earth towards its destiny.
Boys, looks like we have successfully
performed our launch, said our captain to the
crew.
Yes! Were out in the wild, cried out our
technical engineer.
Dont be too excited James, said the captain.
First we need to perform the initial shuttle
analysis. Scott?
Shuttle oxygen supply-100%: Temp. Radiator-
fine: cockpit coolant- just the right way it
works, said James looking confident about the
job he had done and throwing a smile at me.
Roy?
Yes Captain, I said. All the equipments in the
l andi ng modul e are i n t hei r maxi mum
efficiency.
Good, said the captain. Gentlemen, get ready.
Its gonna be a tough ride.
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And I felt a second shock behind me as the
shuttle plunged forward through the atmosphere
piercing it like a bullet. Within a second I felt a
sudden weightlessness as the shuttle entered the
outer space, but the seat belts tied us down to our
seats.
It appeared to be very difficult to move my head
in that spacesuit I wore but somehow I managed
to peer around through the small triangular
window at the side of the shuttle. The heavy
boosters raced each other down to the planet
beneath us where they will be buried in the
profound depths of the blue ocean. After seeing
the sequence a sudden thought raced down into
my mind. It was a thought which never tickled
my mind through all these days but now it
seemed like an indispensable thing.
How many boosters before ours had met the
same fate? Where did they go? Did they get lost
in the oceans or they are still in those depths like
a venomous junk, I said to myself. I
remembered when I was a small kid I used to
throw down all of the things that I didnt like or
the things which I needed to hide from my
mother into the ocean. I knew that my mother
couldnt find those things from there, so it was a
perfect place for junk storage. But what if all the
boys would have been like me- wont the ocean
would be reduced to a place which is no more
than a junkyard. Then the planet would not be so
blue after all. And I bet there is no need to ask
James, my captain and Scott that whether they
were like me or not.
The ear piece of my helmet came to life as James
spoke to me- Hey Roy! Buddy you need to be
enjoying yourself. Were going to Mars!! We
will be the first to set our feet there and probably
someday we will be going for picnic on that
planet.
I replied him with a smile.
He was right. There was Mars- a different planet,
a different world for us to explore independently.
It was the place of my dreams. I had spent two
hard years to get there and now only a few
hundred thousand miles lay between me and that
planet.
A planet- yes the blue world I left behind was
just a planet. There was no need of worrying
about its oceans, after all its self replenishing.
And if though it gets spoilt we have another red
planet to survive on.
James spoke out again, but this time to Scott,
There goes your land, Scott. I saw James
pointing down out from the window while Scott
tried to lift his head to get a clear view of the
earth.
I also followed the suit to find myself looking
down to the landmass they call South Africa
surrounded by the blue ocean.
My mind once again tried to expound the
difference between My Land and Our Land to
me. The American said- Your Land. Wasnt it
his land also, his earth? Does the vast distance
between the two continents meant that there is a
need for a vast distance also between two
people?
But as James said we should be thinking about
our mission, our dream, our Mars. It was a
mission for me and for a soldier like me who had
served the Indian Army for 5 years before he was
appointed for this daring mission- it was more
important than my life itself.
The shuttle in its way to Mars flew above the
Earth for the last time. I ventured down my eyes
to say goodbye to India which stretched beneath
the shuttle. The last time I flew out of India, I
was unsuccessful to bid my farewell to it.
I ran my eyes over the whole landmass- the
golden land of India with the adjoining Pakistan.
I remembered how I was even ready to sacrifice
my life to protect the pure soil. I was posted at
the LOC or the border between India and
Pakistan. I fought like a warrior just to save that
line from dying- the line between the two
religion which kept each one of them away from
the other and forbid them to call each other
brothers.
But now I thought- was it just not more than a
barbed fence which ran through between a single
landmass? A barbed wire which even had no
visual existence form the place I see it. I felt
troubled to think that I fought for a mere fence
which one couldnt even see from above, high up
in the sky. To me the two countries were together
and united.
But still there lay my dream in the corner of my
heart which told me that I wanted to live on
Mars and not on this blue world which was
definitely different from just being a planet.
The shuttle flew past the Moon. The barren land
which had no Indians and no Pakistanis and nor
any South African or an American who can call
themselves brothers. Though Mars was my
ultimate dream, I hoped that Mars would be as
barren as the Moon. I didnt know why this
feeling crept upon me but it was there. There was
something which constantly hammered upon my
mind that I was going away from my home, the
place where I live and where I was meant to
complete my life. It was that blue world only
which taught me how to dream about my infinite
possibilities, to dream of Mars.
Soon I was busy working up the landing module
and gear it up for the landing on the red planet.
The module landed successfully bearing the four
astronauts who were ready with their spacesuits
and gears to face the hostile planet. The hatch
was pushed open and we jumped upon the red
soil.
I heard the first word from my captain-Wow!
The second came from Scott- Its just heaven.
I looked around the landscape which was
nothing more than a barren waterless land with
rocks and humungous mountains as its only
inhabitants. The tiny speck of light was seen in
the black sky which was definitely the Sun.
And they called it heaven. Wasnt the blue old
planet they lived in better than this? In my view
the blue dominated the red in every mean.
While the others were busy admiring the rusted
landscape and collecting the evidences, I started
to set up a mobile handheld telescope on the
ground.
Though my dream was fulfilled I was unhappy.
A queer feeling in my heart advised me to turn
the telescope to the black depths of the sky.
A flood of tears rained from my eyes into my
headset as I located the single blue dot in the sky
through the telescope. That blue dot in the
universe is my home and to millions of us who
lived, who are living and who are going to live
there. I couldnt see any different continents or
any different countries with barbed wire running
between them and I see a vast stretch of blue
ocean which is meant to stay blue. It was our
home and it will be forever and no other red
planet can take its place. If sometime in the
future an extra-terrestrial comes to visit this tiny
blue dot in the universe, he would be first
amazed to see that this seemingly unimportant
blue dot is unique in the way that it harbors the
whole living world without any boundaries and
without any differences.
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No Luggage. No
Bookings. No Tickets
By PV Snehil
(Quill Spill Special Mention - Sept 08)
My right foot in mid air heading the door step of
my house, and the clock strikes 6 making my
chiromancy of next 1 hour difficult for me. The
time of flight getting closer, an endless to-do list,
a heavy office bag in right hand, the seconds
count making the blood cells dance with
excitement, the left shoe is in love with my foot
as it was stuck there and no option left to evade
the hell of imbalance. But still I rushed upstairs
to fetch a packet which I needed to take to the
airport. The clock upstairs was no less than a
judgment of being sentenced to death, getting
louder with every passing second. But still I
managed to take deep breath or rather pretended
to do that and meticulously recalled, if I left out
something which was to be carried along with.
The mobile was unplugged which was plugged
in few seconds back to save the sinking battery.
Alas! The battery is still crying for help. But the
cruise of to-do list should not sink. So I rushed
back to driving seat.
A 25 min drive lands me to terminal 3A of a city
airport. I flipped my wrist to witness the time
and pat my back for an excellent job of being
punctual. But the watch was contributing its
share of building the suspense, it was dead. I
jogged, danced, and perhaps invented a new
method of locomotion, to the enquiry counter
with my left shoe still in love with my foot and
right one being loosely fitted. But all this paid
off as the flight was delayed by 10 minutes and
the formalities were at halt due to some technical
flaw. A deep breath!!!!!!!!!
I moved to water cooler to feel the bonbon sound
of water flowing down a thirsty throat. I sat
down on a chair facing the water cooler. The
water navigated down the throat and the eyes
elevated to the titillating light bluish white sky
sheltering the green calligraphy by god on the
glass canvas behind the cooler. The road was
sparsely populated and a placid sound of
instruments striking my ears and a hummable
tune in the background resonating with a harsh
sound of jet propel, a rhythmic chirrup by the
most free flowing creature sitting high on an
electric wire, the shrubs and bushes also waving
to these tunes, the brittle canvas of glass
portrayed the next frame and made me move
along the road. A road beautifully dichotomizing
the landscape ,letting you explore the green
valley heading to a juvenile sound of highly
energetic pitch, the drums ,the cheers creating
an image of carnival aura ahead. The road was as
a necklace to the beautiful lake, which I
observed bit late as the result of my jet speed
imagination of the carnival aura. But the music
was appreciable enough to help me to be a late
observer. The lake was waving in its own
sol i t ary hel ped me hug my mi nd for
experiencing such a picture perfect moment. The
sound climbed high and the excitement level too
for what next is yet to be unfolded. The canvas
was erased and created a new frame which
was..
And suddenly a feminine voice filled with
ire-why are you not replying to the messages?
Why is your mobile switched off? Why? It has
been 35 mins I have landed and am searching for
you, Mr Boyfriend. I got up in super shock to
turn 180 degrees and then a 360 degree turn. I
realized I was standing at airport, near the water
cooler with a glass wall behind it capturing an
eye pleasing landscape, and a hanging LCD with
a travel channel tuned in exploring some corner
of the world map and facing the glass wall
which too portrayed some dreamland on the
glass. The women uttering was my girlfriend and
sooner I realized the gift packet should be in
right hands. As predicted -my placatory gesture
worked for me and I received a tight hug as a
return gift. The next 1 hour schedule was already
delayed by 45 mins, thanks to my 35 minutes
trip and a 10 min flight delay. We headed
towards parking and I realized it took me no
tickets, no booking, no luggage to travel to a
real place or perhaps a fantasy. The nocturne
and the juvenile music which I experienced- was
it my imagination? Or was it the travel channels
ingredient to my imagination? Whatever it is, it
added a chapter for lifetime in my memory. And
now the brain, mind, soul turns completely
towards next 1 hour and the rest dedicated to my
freshly landed girlfriend.
History
By Mayank Pratap Singh
(Quill Spill Special Mention - Sept 10)
I walked out to the battle field,
Not to use the common phrase-"I had fears"..
I seized my weapons
,but i dont have the courage to pears them,
in my most of the dreadful fears,
but i had to....
So i raised my heaf and walked out in the rain,
because shame to the one who died without the
name.
I faught,i roared,
i flew my sword,i ran my dagger,
i went,i faught and i conquered..
Time healed the pain,
when i looked back i thought,
all i did was vein,
i could have just walked away..
but i ran towards glory,
i lost,
because i had to,
one day everyone meets his waterloo...
My battle was the life,
and my waterloo was my destiny..
MY DEATH..
But i remain in history,
and history will be repeated again,
yet shame for one who died without a name..
The Writer is a 10th Grade Student
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I tend to scribble loose incoherent sentences on the back of my notebook when i am attending lectures in college. I dont know why i do that, it is not
even a good way to kill time. But i am sure when that note was being written by the Ministry of
Finance on the 2G scam, they sure were not yawning away and looking to just kill time. And those
sentences that damn then finance minister, PC, are certainly not loose and incoherent. UPA-2 has
another embarrassing egg on its face and the country another farce. Therefore, I think this fortnight
has been about things that shouldnt have been written, uttered and drawn. Let me show you why.
Can anyone survive on 32 rupees a day? The planning commissions affidavit in response to a query
by the Supreme Court says that Yes, a human being in urban areas can. Thats the new Poverty Line,
ladies and gentlemen. And one wonders whether even a dog can survive on 32 rupees. But that is
what the figure is for anyone to be considered as Poor. There has been a lot of media furore over
this ghastly figure and it hasnt helped UPA-2s case that no body seems to have a simple
explanation for it. Mr. Ahluwalia, the chief planning commissoner, gave such a roundabout
explanation that it reminded me of my class tests. A poverty line is by definition an Economic
benchmark, and it can never be sensitive howsoever high the figure. Will 50 rupees a day seem a decent figure? It renders the Poor into a mere statistic.
But it is a line that had to be and needs to be Drawn, it is a necessary evil.
We all know Rawalpindi Express had derailed a long time ago, now we know he got deranged also. Having written a book titled, quite aptly one has to
say, Controversially Yours, he definitely understood once and for all that nobody was interested
in reading or listening to what he has to say about the past, the present or the future of Cricket and
his career, not even his fans in pakistan. His book was selling badly. His publishers were silently
regretting, like all former pakistan captains, the fact that they had put faith in his ability. And when
all seemed to be on an express going downhill, Mr Akhtar thought of Poonam Pandey and the title
of the book. He needed a Controversy. So he let out certain excerpts of the book into the media.
Now when it comes to Sachin, we Indians are like mothers we can criticise and abuse him all we
like when he fails us but we cant take it when somebody else does it, so when Akhtar wrote
whatever he wrote (i havent read nor plan to read the book) he sure knew that his effigies will be
burn left right and centre but he also knew that his book will sell by the hordes. And thats exactly
what has happened. You may say that those lines shouldnt have been written, you may have
disliked him earlier and now you bloody hate him, but then it is his book, his space to do whatever
he does with it but yeah, he hasnt done any good with it and I bloody hate him.
Yes I agree. Hina Rabbani Khar is beautiful. I have heard her speak and she definitely is a hundred times more articulate than most Pakistani politicians.
So when she had a go at Washington and how it has been treating Islamabad, not as an ally but rather as a sidekick,
everybody listened. Even America gave it a thought. It all came to a boil when an American army general in a report
linked ISI to Hakkani terror network in Afganisthan and said that the continued attacks on Americas embassy there had
an ISI hand. Pakistan recalled Mrs Khar from USA where she was due to speak in the UN and proclaimed itself
an honourable Country which doesnt survive on charity. The United Sates needs Pakistan as an ally for its
war on terror in Afganisthan and Pakistan knows that. India has known the ugly side of the ISI for so long, that this
revelation by the US seems like an exercise in regurgitation and at best a vindication of its long held stand. The truth
is the world needs a stable Pakistan because god forbid, some jihadi Mullah got hold of those nuclear weapons
that have been perpetually and dangerously pointed at New Delhi. But then there comes a time the world needs to
Utter certain words, like the US general, fearless and damning as they are, words that for once carry Truth.
The big movie release of this fortnight was Mausam. I have seen football matches of two halves, played in a few,
where the second half has a 180 degree swing in momentum but now i have seen such a movie as well. The first
half is extremely well made, the small village in Punjab portrayed with Pankaj Kapurs characteristic charm and
humor. But then the Second half looks like Pankaj Kapur asked somebody else to do his job while he took a nap.
It all looks pretty amateurish both in terms of Direction and the Screenplay. There are scenes that could have
been edited all together. Long dragged sequences that dont add anything to the movie or the Characters. All in
all, the second half destroys anything good that the first half built.

Ill end with a line from the movie, since were onto lines, Woh bhayaanak Saaye hain, inka naam aur chehra
nahin hota. It aint so bad, right? But then, Shahid Kapur says the same line twice in a space of a minute. And
it all looks, like this past fortnight, such a mess of words that could have been so much better and Wiser.
Of Notes And Lines
By Aniruddh Agrawal
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Kha Mat...
Quit Playing With My Balls Heart..
Tapra Chronicles 8
Heman: Arey kya baat hai Bhangi, ajkal bahut
facebook main bahut ownline rehta hai? Tera
newspaper ajkal nahi chal raha hai kya?

Bhangi: Nahi Bhai, Newsletter to super chal raha
hai, jaa cc mein dekh log kaise quill spill wala
issue padh rahe hai..

Heman: Abe tu chaatu ka chaatu hi rahega; CC
mein koi mahool lene jayega ki tera newspaper
padhne.. Khair ye bata facebook aur newspaper
ke bahar bhi kuch sochta hai ki nahi..

Bhangi: Matlab?

Heman: Abe dekha nahi facebook mein; seniors
ki TCS ki joining date agayi hai.. Kya rang jama
hai TCS ke facebook page mein... Khau sir, sutta
sir, captian sab hyederabad jaa rahe hai... woh
elex waali madam bhi Hyderabad jaa rahi hai...
sab ash maarenge..

Bhangi: Saale ash kya maarenge, suna has TCS
bahut ragad ti hai...

Heman: Chup saale phatu, 25 Hazaaaar rs. Bhi
to de rahi hai... saala mere to dream job hai...

(Here enters Khau sir)

Khau Sir: (Apni Collar mein haath pherte hue)
Kya bhai log kya chal raha hai...

Heman: (Feeling Obliged) arey sir bas kuch
nahi, ap bataiye... ap to phod diye ho sir TCS
mein job maar diye...

Khau Sir: Bas Kya?? Tu le mat...

Heman: Kya sir main apki lunga, batao naa sir
kaise tayari karu..

Khau sir: Kab aa rahi hai campus main

Heman: Woh to pata nahi sir, TPO bol raha hai
November mein...

Bhangi: Arey sir, recession aa raha hai kuch log
bol rahe the is baar TCS itne logo ko nahi le
jaayegi,,

Heman (Stares at Bhangi)

Khau Sir: Pichle baar bhi jyada logon ko kaha le
gayi thi.. jo ache the unhi ko le gayi thi...

Heman: Haa Sir, sahi bol rahe ho.. Panda sir ka
nahi hua aur aur uska bhi to nahi hua (Trying to
remember who else has not been selected)

Khau Sir: Meri kal hi waha ki HR se baat hui
woh keh rahi thi December main ayenge..
recession vecession kuch nahi hai...

Heman: Arey sir, ap HR se baat karte ho.. Lagao
naa Kuch Jugaad...

Khau Sir: Saale Kha mat, TCS mein jugaad se
nahi hota, seriously tayari kar apti ki aur
interview ki..Bataye hain mere ko Napunsak sir,
wahi napunsak sir jo 6 saal se TCS mein kaam
kar rahe hai.

(listening to the jugaad of Khau sir, Heman was
amazed further)...

Bhangi: (Pointing towards Heman) Arey sir yeh
to kab se apti ki class jaata hai...

Heman: Sir ap interview kaise nikale sir... suna
hai bahut tough hota hai...

Khau Sir: Abe bas attitude k saath jawab de, apne
ap ho jayega...

Bhangi: Attitude matlab... positive attitude..

Khau sir: Nahi re... Aise dikha jaise tere ko job ki
nahi TCS ko teri jaroorat hai... Saal full dabaang
ho k jawab dena...

Bhangi: But sir maine to suna hai interview mein
honest rehna chaiye..

Heman: Abe tu phir se shuru ho gaya... Khau sir
galat bolenge kya?? Sir batao naa kya puche the
ap se interview mein ?

Khau Sir: Arey abhi thoda nikalna tha; ek party
mein jaana hai Upvan... Kabhi room mein
ajaana..

Heman: Chalo sir, phir milte hain.
Bhangi: Chal be chalta hu thoda newsletter ka
kaam hai... Tu TCS ki tayari kar.. dream shream
fulfil kar le apne.
Heman: thanks bhai, tu hi to dost hai.
Aandhi Aayi..
What Is The First Thing That Comes To Your
Mind When You Hear..
We've had Dada-giri, Gunda-giri, Gandhi-
giri...What then would your 'giri' be?
Enginnering-giri
Ramdev-giri
vela-giri
Are iski giri..uski giri..sabki giri
Ratna GIRI
chori giri.
We already have a frnd VIVEK GIRI in class
Thoko-giri
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Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 is the third installment in Infinity Ward's first person shooter
franchise. The much anticipated CoD: MW3 will begin right after Modern Warfare 2 left off and
players will get to control a Russian Federal Protective Services agent, SAS Operative, tank
gunner, and AC-130 gunner as well as other characters from previous games. The game will have
about 15 missions, starting with the invasion of Manhattan by a Russian force.Announced during
opening ceremonies, Activision presents everything you can look forward to in the Call of Duty:
Modern Warfare 3.
Call Of Duty
Android 3.0 Tehzeeb
Tehzeeb is about the strained relationship between a
mother and her daughter. It is about Rukhsana Jamal
(Shabana Azmi), a famous and ambitious singer, and
her daughter Tehzeeb (Urmila Matondkar).Salim
(Arjun Rampal), Tehzeeb's husband and the narrator
of the film, takes you through Tehzeeb as a child, her
relationship with her parents and then as an adult and
her relationship with her writer husband and
mentally challenged sister.
Tehzeeb (Urmila Matondkar) dislikes her mother
Rukhsana (Shabana Azmi), a popular and ambitious
singer. This is due to the fact that she suspects her
mother was the cause of her father's (Rishi Kapoor)
death. (Shabana was accused of having killed her
husband, and also had stood trial for it). This makes
their relation thorny, and to worsen matters, Urmila
marries Salim (Arjun Rampal), a writer, against her
mother's wishes. Urmila and Arjun move away to a
hill station and settle down. Urmila also has a
mentally challenged sister Nazneen (Dia Mirza),
who moves with her to her new home. The dramatic
sequences between Shabana and Urmila are the best
part of the enterprise.
U2 formed in Dublin in the autumn of 1976
after 14-year-old Larry Mullen Jr., posted a
note on the bulletin board at his school seeking
musicians for a new band. From the group of
hopefuls that showed up, a 5-piece known
originally as Feedback formed, with Mullen
on drums, Adam Clayton on bass, Paul
Hewson (later nicknamed Bono) on vocals,
and Dave Evans (later nicknamed The Edge)
on guitar. Dave's brother Dick also played
guitar for a while, but left Feedback very early
on to join another Dublin band. The first
album that came up from union was 'Boy,'
released in October of 1980s.
Well over twenty years on, it appears that U2
still has plenty of gas in its tank. The four
original band members remain close friends
and stellar musicians. While most U2 fans
don't expect the band to ever revisit the
worldwide sales success of 'The Joshua Tree'
and 'Achtung Baby', the fact remains that U2
is one of only a few bands qualified to wear
the label of World's Biggest Band, as proved
by the No 1 success of 'Beautiful Day. Their
new album Song of Ascent is due in late
2012.
U2
A Fortnightly Newsletter Issue # 6 - August 15-31,2011 A Fortnightly Newsletter Issue # 7 - September 1-15,2011 A Fortnightly Newsletter Issue # 8 - September 15-30,2011
Honeycomb is a whole different beast from the
Android till date. While previous versions of
Google's mobile operating system were built for
smartphones, Honeycomb (also known as
Android 3.0) is the first to be designed
specifically for tablet-size devices. And seeing it
in action, it certainly shows. Motorola's recently
launched Xoom is the first in a series of tablets
that'll run the Honeycomb OS.
One of the biggest changes with Android 3.0 is
that there are no hardware navigation buttons any
more. Instead, back, home and menu are all soft
buttons located in a bar at the bottom of the
screen. Depending on the application, this bar is
either always visible or it slides out of the way
when it's not being used - tapping the bottom of
the screen restores it. Given the larger screen size
of a tablet, not having any buttons makes lots of
sense and makes Android 3.0 easy to navigate.
Career Launcher
A Fortnightly Newsletter Issue # 6 - August 15-31,2011 A Fortnightly Newsletter Issue # 7 - September 1-15,2011 A Fortnightly Newsletter Issue # 8 - September 15-30,2011
I am in my office, drafting this on my mobile. I can see the Rolta building from my window, where I had gone for an interview, cleared 2 rounds and
rejected to sign the offer of 2 years bond. I still think whether it was correct or not.
But when I rewind my last 5 years, I feel, that was the one of the best decisions I
made! I cleared my engineering from SSCET. After passing engineering, I struggled
for 5 months (3 in Pune and 2 in Mumbai). And then my life took a turn. I always
wanted a cool SW job in a renowned IT company. But I landed up accepting a web
developer position with an Ad agency, Oberoi Multimedia Limited. I was excited for
my first job, enthusiastic to work with the creative people. But soon I came to know
that I dont have much than to work on 2 websites, which was hardly any work.
Designs were ready, I had to HTMLise it (flash was not their taste). And work
finished. So I started learning other tools such as Photoshop, 3D Studio max, Adobe
Premier, Adobe Aftereffects.
Then got an opportunity to attend a Advertising shoot for Yellow Diamond Chips. I
was a part of Casting team, pre production, Production and post production. Got an
idea of how an ad film is made. Still there was too much of free time. Which I
utilized in scanning the web. I was active on orkut, had joined Facebook, but didnt
know what to do on that. Started my own blog, basically posting news clips, movie
songs, images etc. After spending almost 1.5 years, I joined Hanmer & Partners. A
Public Relations firm. I joined as web developer/designer. Then an MNC PR firm,
MSL Group brought hanmer & Partners and we became Hanmer MSL. They (the firangs) introduced the Social Media to us.
Social Media is using the online platform to collaborate, share, converse using the online platforms such as facebook, Orkut, Twitter, blogs, & forums. I
was blown away when they actually explained me all the working, case studies, Live examples. I was already present in all these platforms. Doing pretty
much everything what they explained to me. But, needed directions. How can it be used for business, brands.
Again my scanning of web started. Me and my Boss Mr. Bhanuprakash used to read blog, webzinesto gain knowledge. Very soon we got our first client in
Shobhaa De. We were assigned the social media of launching her new novel Superstar India. The social media program is still one of the earliest social
media campaigns in India. Then we worked on many other brands such as SAB TV, Star One. I also got opportunity to work for some big brands such as
Sony PIX, Ford, Fortis Hospitals.
Being in Hanmer MSL I made some friends for life. Most of them related to Media industry, Movie Marketing, Photography, Mall Marketing etc. Being
related to from Media n Movie industry, I got opportunities to attend some movie premiers, celebrity parties, Fashion shows etc. Best being the media
promotion of movie Rann, where I got a chance to watch Mr. Amitabh Bachchan live.
After a stint of around 2 years I was hired by Vitcom Consulting as Social Media Consultant. I was majorly handling the entertainment vertical. I worked
for clients like Imagine Tv, UTV Bindass, J W Marriott. My biggest achievement was to create the social Media presence of Bollywood actress Priyanka
Chopra. Priyanka Chopra is the first bollywood celebrity to embrace the social media. She is presently the most popular bollywood celebrity with the
maximum number of online followers.
And the best thing that can be for a professional, is to be part of a biggest campaign in his field. I got the opportunity to be a part a social media campaign
by Nestle Nescafe. Nescafe announced a campaign for the online fans of nescafe - 'Know your neighbour' . They invited entries for a slogan comptt.
through the online mediums, TV commercials. I took part in the contest and won the contest. I was invited for a screen test, with other 3 contestants.
In 3 days I got a call that, I have been short listed and will have to report for a shoot with Deepika Padukone as her neighbour. I was too excited, but also
thought it to be a small shoot.
But to my surprise, it was actually a proper shoot with lights, crew, spot boys, other actors etc. It was a whole day shoot of 12 hours. And Finally got meet
the gorgeous Deepika. She is very humble, down to earth person. We had a chat of about half an hour over a cup of coffee and the complete chat was
recorded. The video was made in to small webisodes of 5 minutes and shared over Facebook. I am an avid blogger. My Blog (blog.umennet.com) majorly
focuses on latest Internet technologies, Social media case studies, Movie review etc.
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