Burn it at the stake

Why do we need a ‘Nirbhaya’ to make us realise the gravity of rape?

Why do we need a #MeToo to make us realise that our friends, sisters, daughters, mothers and almost all of the women we know have been subjected to sexual abuse at least once in their lives?

Why, even after all this, the ‘Tall, Dark & Handsome’ of this world will not change?

Is it because we have never had our b**** groped in public?

Is it because we have never been looked at lasciviously?

Or, is it because we know that we can do anything and get away with it?

Welcome to the 21st century, where on one hand we are moving towards a more connected world while on the other hand, we are losing touch with sanity. With the sheer number of crimes happening against women every year, it’s a no-brainer actually if #MeToo shows up on any of your social media profiles.

Sure, one can argue that men have also been victims of sexual abuse but then so is marital rape a criminal offence. Here, the fault, dear Human, is not in our stars, but in ourselves. We shouldn’t need someone to tell us what’s right and what’s wrong, we should understand it ourselves. Empathy, not sympathy, is the key here.

Let us make it the last time we hear of such stories, not because the victims were silenced but because we, the perpetrators, silenced the fiend in us. Because the world needs more fairy tales to make it a better place to live in.



IMG_5545.jpg“When was the last time you worked without expecting anything in return?”, the poster read. The buzz had already been created when the batch saw that some of their friends were burning the midnight oil to pull off one of the biggest events in college. The team, on the other hand, was prepared to receive any bouquets or brickbats that might come their way. But, were the batch-mates really aware of the effort that those 15 oddballs put in for a month?

It all started in mid-July, when the team was tasked with responsibility of conducting the 3rd edition of one of the most innovative fundraising drives in Pune. Placing a batch of 250-odd students for 2 days each, across the length and breadth of the city was no joke. It required the lectures to be missed at an alarming rate and letting go of our comfort zone. Morning, noon and night – the team had their plates full with pitching to the stores, wall painting, creatives and other backend work which was required. In the two weeks leading up to the event, if you were lucky, any of the 15 zombies could be spotted in the campus, surviving on a packet of chips, a juice and 3 hours of sleep a day. There were ups and downs galore, but living/breathing E.A.R.N. brought out the best in everyone involved.

The final days were a blur. It was as human an event as possible, with joy and tears, completeness and imperfections. Exhausting, yes but with an unparalleled feeling of contentment.

A year later, if you ask any of the team members whether they’ll be willing to go through the same rigor again, the answer will be a resounding, unanimous YES!

Thank God for this Friday!

7 laps

42 minutes

200+ participants

A marathon of a different kind…

The Reliance Jio Tweetathon was an experience worth its weight not in gold, but in unlimited lifetime internet. This initiative by Jio to connect with some of the best minds in the country and give them a chance to exhibit their quirky and innovative ideas on a platform which is no alien to them, was exhilarating to say the least.

For the entire duration of the event, everyone was glued to their smartphones and laptops, typing away to glory while the most popular songs belted away in the background. The excitement was palpable and infectious, such that even a dead person would rise from his grave. Each lap was a test of grit and determination, interspersed with loud cheering and clapping for our respective colleges.

The 42 minutes passed by in a flash and at the end of event, I had tweeted almost 150 times (and to think it took me more than 6 months to reach 250 tweets prior to the event!) #AchievementUnlocked. Truly, events like these should be conducted more often as it gives us a chance to do what we do best i.e. social networking.

Jio, are you listening?

#JioSabkeLiye #scmhrdXP

Lost. Yet to be Found.

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“So, what you have you thought about your future?”

“Umm, can’t say really. I am more focused on the present.”

“Oh, but then, how will you become a successful person?”

*Looks blankly*

At 22, conversations like these are a dime a dozen. According to The Guardian, the quarter-life crisis affects 86% of millennials. And then, life asks us to make choices, the consequences of which cannot be gauged with certainty.

Human beings are an inherently complex species. We tend to focus more on the past and the future than on the present, which makes things look bigger than they are. Jobs, career, relationships, friends –our plates are full and still, we take undue stress about where our life is heading, conveniently forgetting that the present is right there and it is demanding to be lived.

In situations such as these, getting lost, meandering, taking The Road Not Taken is a part and parcel of the bigger picture, and it’s perfectly fine. There is always a beta version before going gold and that’s the way it should be. You don’t know what to do next? Explore. Too stressed out with something? Take a break. Didn’t get what you were aiming for? Try harder next time or give your cent percent to what you currently have. We have heard all of this umpteen times but its real time application is a different story altogether. Life is a roller coaster and that’s what makes it worth living, that’s what makes us expect the unexpected.

People might say that you are a small speck in this entire population of 7 billion homo sapiens trying to survive in unimaginable ways, but all you need to do is try and find your inner voice, find out what defines you and that is all that is needed to pollinate the world, or whatever your catchment area is (No pun in there, trust me). And as a quote by John Green reads – Get lost, get found or till then, happy searching.

Phew! That’s too much philosophy for a day, even by my standards :P.

Shortchanged – The Sunburn Experience

With inputs from Arushi Garg, Tushar Narang and Yashik Garg


Can a few good things make up for everything that’s wrong? To a certain extent, yes, they can. But then, there is Murphy’s Law. Case in point: Sunburn 10.

Asia’s largest music festival shifting base from Goa to Pune, this news made the organisers receive their fair share of backlash and here I was, elated that I would finally be able to attend the festival.  The location was a complete departure from what Sunburn has stood for – from the sun-kissed beaches of Goa to the hills of Kesnand in Pune, and people were sceptical. But a few days later when the lineup dropped, it was impressive to say the least, befitting the 10th anniversary of the festival. From trance to house and from dubstep to hardcore, there was something in store for everyone and people were looking forward to it (at least I was). The proof of the pudding lay in the eating and the eating was yet to be done.

28th December, 2016 – As expected, a swarm of bees (read people) descended on Kesnand but what wasn’t expected was the management, or rather the lack of it. The traffic was an absolute mess and the ticket counter was 3 kms away from the venue, which was the good part. The bad part was that it was an uphill trek to the main arena. Sure, Sunburn is a pilgrimage for many but this wasn’t the kind we had been hoping for. After making it to the top of the ‘hill’, it didn’t feel like an accomplishment. The lights, the sound, the stage, all were there but the festival vibe and fervour was missing and barring the tricolour, there were no flags to be seen.

The DJs leading up to the main headliner were pulsating and the set by the Trancefather was sheer nirvana, one that left the crowd in a state of trance. And then, we got the news that the other headliner for the day is cancelled and Day 1 ended at 10 pm, which was unheard of for a music festival. And then, came the trickiest part – booking a cab. After an excruciating 2 hour wait and getting our hands and clothes dirty, we finally managed to get one and reach the comfortable confines of our hostel rooms.

To say that Sunburn 10 could have been much better would be an understatement. It was all there yet somehow it wasn’t and the sum total of all parts combined could not give us an entirely memorable experience. The organisers should work on the shortcomings of this year’s event; they owe it to their legion of fans around the globe. I will be waiting with bated breath – Sunburn, you better whip up a storm in 2017.

This Place. My Story.


13th August, 2012 – As the numbers flashed on the screen, my pulse rate started increasing with each passing moment. Here I was, sitting in one of the most prestigious universities in the country, waiting to secure admission in their flagship Bachelor of Engineering program. When the no. of seats vacant in Mechatronics (my preferred specialisation) showed ‘1’ and my name was called out, my joy knew no bounds. I ran to the stage and was asked to confirm my admission; I looked back at my parents and my dad gave a double thumbs-up sign. And so, began my journey at Thapar University, Patiala, one that had its fair share of ups and downs but also the one that made me into the person I am today.

Settling In (1st Year) – Just completed my 12th, living at home till now, no prior hostel experience and all of a sudden, sharing a room with two other people – it does take some time to get adjusted to the “rigours” of hostel life, the biggest rigour being food. Thankfully, the food was decent… and the people, better. Having classes from 8 am to 5pm, and sometimes even 7 pm (and you thought only MBA life is tough), the 1 km walk from the hostel to the academic area (the lows of having a huge campus) and then, the ‘How to kill time and keep everyone awake till the wee hours of the morning’ activities, this used to be our daily routine. In between, we had our quizzes and exams, and since I am of the studious type, it didn’t take long to figure out how to go about academics.

Explore (2nd Year) – Since 1st year was more about familiarizing yourself, 2nd year was about trying out new avenues (so that no contempt is bred :P). I joined a few societies in college, the closest to my heart being the admissions society, also known as Frosh Week. Coming back to college a week before the college reopens, sleeping on sofas for that entire duration, answering the queries of the parents and the students (and here we had experience talking), helping the seniors in organizing a fortnight of events for the freshers – all of it was a blur. Some of the best friendships were formed during this period, a few good places (read pubs) had opened up in Patiala and exams were now just a flash in the pan.

Half Play, Half Work (3rd Year) – The onus fell on us this year to conduct Frosh and that’s when I realized it ain’t a cakewalk to organize things from end to end. The bouquets and the brickbats, all were there, but having a great team ensured that we pulled off the event successfully. Then started the interviews for the 6th semester internship and I was elated to have landed one in a manufacturing firm. There were 6 of us in the company, assisting our mentors on critical projects and meanwhile, I also joined coaching for MBA in the weekends. This semester was hectic as I was constantly shuttling between Ambala, Chandigarh and Patiala and then, came one of the biggest shocks of my life.

The Year that Was (4th Year) – To say that this year was a roller coaster would be an understatement. A very close friend of mine died in a car accident, I was awarded a scholarship for securing the 2nd highest CGPA in the third year of Mechatronics engineering, many of my batchmates left college as they had their internships in the 8th semester, leaving behind a big void and finally, I got admission in one of the premier b-schools in the country. Truly, the final year was unlike anything I had imagined it to be, equal parts blur and equal parts clarity, with a little bit of travelling thrown in for good measure.

9th November, 2016 – Convocation – The one thing that I was really looking forward to since the past few months. My parents were elated that I would be getting the gold medal for being the branch topper (probably that explains why they came all the way from home just to see me on stage for a few seconds) and I was happy with the thought of meeting all my college friends, in an all too familiar environment. The convocation was eventful to say the least and I had a lump in my throat while going back. For me, college was more about the people than the place, but now when I look back, I feel that I have left a part of me there, in the ‘Heavenly’ hostel rooms, in the ‘Hi-tech’ classrooms and in the streets of Patiala.

Thapar University – I will be indebted to you for life!