A thousand ages in
thy sight,
Are like an
evening gone,
Short as the watch
that ends the night,
Before the rising
sun.
Time like an
ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons
away.
They fly forgotten
like a dream
That dies at the
opening day.
Time could be the most
mysterious thing (thing! I don’t find any other word for that) in this world.
It passes, it passes not; it hurts, it hurts not; it heals, it heals not….
We are just
dragged away in the great rush of time. We all are but puppets at its hands.
As another
academic year comes to an end its time to stop and reflect.
Fourth yearites
are passing out (thank god!). The first mess table will be free.
Third yearites
must be thinking,’what a relief, no acads next year!’
Second years are
looking forward to wielding the power and ruling the hostel.
Freshies badly
want to stop being called ‘freshies’.
Hope the coming
year holds something good for everyone.
The cover story for this issue is on fourth yearites ‘The
Rogues Matrix’. It turned out to be a mammoth exercise and involved a lot of
work on some of our people. It was displayed during the hostel nite. The
articles in this issue include a piece by our ex soc sec, our outgoing lit sec,
a B3 Tiger, Shafnaz, Despo and our own Kitchu. Newscan as usual takes you back in
time.
Kala Trams, our
beloved magazine, completes its first year of publication. That in itself, is
no mean achievement. It involves the contribution of many. Its success story
has travelled beyond the confines of Alak and has set a precedent for the rest
of the hostels to follow. Kala Trams has now become the mother of hostel mags.
A trend has been set and two other hostels( Jam and Mandak) have followed suit.
The response for
kala trams in the hostel has been commendable. People have volunteered to help
the mag survive, sustain and flourish.
The chronicler team has shown that novel idea can always be led to its logical
end.
This year’s
chroniclers team -
Coorg, Handy,
Hemanth, Kitchu, Mammo, Parande, Satcho, Virgin