Glimpses of Neev 08

Do check out this article on Neev 08.

http://thetossedsalad.com/2008/12/neev-08/

Met War Today

By Sankalp Dutt

I ran into war today

I kept my distance though

It had a black cascade

It said it had a lots to do

Till in the dead of the night so

I ran into war today

A shade of gray

I stepped forward

I asked her for the way

It said it had something better too

Yes, I ran into war today

I could definitely say that it wore an ivory garb

now it was as close as ever,

And I could feel the exuberance and grace

With full fervor

Its quickening and will be here soon

To take all of us on a ride to the moon

The Hot Neev 09 Team

We have been claiming that the senior Neev team is irresistible (if you ignore the big fat bengali co-ordinator) One talented Neev aspirant writes in with a poem to ask the oldest man at Neev out for a fresher's date. Post cardiac arrest, as he was being rushed to the nearest medical facility, the old man reportedly said, "Can she do HLOOKUP in Excel ?"

Here is the poem, which a talented reader sent out to Neev's Gaurav Parab

Here I am

Here I am, this is my story

Of how I sauntered through those imposing gates, unsuspecting yet weary.

To call it academic boot-camp was my first thought

A serious case of hyper-tension was what I had caught.

But things looked up, life began to change

So much did I get accustomed to my new life, the old me felt strange.

Not so often, did I think it possible to be

An act of embarrassment found doubled with glee.

It being called ‘Senior-junior interaction’ was the first devious step

To what soon appeared to be a rather healthy prospect.

With silent promises of memories to come

Seniors today, soon to be fast friends to some.

To join in with tradition, I walked the whole nine yards

I went up to him and caught him off guard.

My awkward question branded me a novice

Laced with shyness/stupidity, I did not feel wise.

He interviewed me once when I signed up for war

In that I was defeated, but in this one I won’t, I’m sure.

He struck me as a nice guy but nothing more,

I still don’t know what made me ask him, with all the embarrassment galore.

But time passed by and soon I was sure, this guy’s going to be fun

Making me think, Thank god I jumped the gun.

But you see merely asking isn’t enough, that’s not how men get wooed

I had to do something to appeal to him, his writing was rather good.

So here I am, trying hard to oh-so-casually lay my bait

Asking Gaurav Parab, would you be my fresher’s date?

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Touched by this request, like one is touched during Hepatitis B vaccination - Gaurav Parab has responded with a poem called "Here you go back".

Here you go back

Dear Sender of emails, I give you ten out of ten

For showing flawless taste in men

But you have to understand this soon

You get a blank, since you reached for the moon

I am not as nice as it appears

The coming true of all your fears

If you thought I was easy game

Perhaps you should google my name

You have to be special to have my time

I am not falling for words that rhyme

Even if it is for a few hours in a stupid event

With me, you have to do better than what you sent

My arrogance stems from the remarkable women I have known

You are but a nice unremarkable girl unknown

Now, if you thought that I was fun

You are right, you jumped the gun

You will not find a nastier guy than me

Some hearts will gladly agree

So, if you want to be Gaurav Parab’s date

Don’t write poems, start with a clean slate

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Yeah, Neev 09 is war.

State of War

By Gaurav Parab

I declare a state of War!

On everything I hate, everything I adore

War on comfortable disease

On uncomfortable peace

War on fake applause

On every unjust cause

War on the dead in everything alive

On everything alive that cannot survive

War on the fear inside

On the strength I cannot hide

War on everything that challenges me

On Invisible threats that I see

War on my enemy’s last breath

On my undefeatable death

I declare a state of war

On everything after, everything before

War on love’s enduring brutality

The oneness in duality

On everything against, everything for

I declare a state of war on war

War is Born

By Sowmya N and Gaurav Parab

On a cold dreary day, in a dingy little room (which has now been refurbished into a colder dingier room), there met a band of eclectic individuals, who had no idea what eclectic means.

They met to start a new mission, to embark on a new journey - NEEV 09, one of India’s largest B school events. The meeting starting with a brisk agenda setting session.

Senior Neev Member # 1: I set the agenda.

Senior Neev Member #2: You are ugly.

Senior Neev Member #3: I second that motion.

Junior Neev Member #1: Should I be taking the minutes of this meeting? I really want to impress you guys.

The team then decided to brainstorm on the theme for NEEV 09. There were many creative suggestions for the theme, including recession, taking on recession, recession of our times, recession no more and we will talk about recession till recession throws up .

"Advaita" (a word that means singularity, as opposed to duality that was the theme last year) was a favorite of the pseudo intellectual Bengali co-ordinator.

“I think it is Indian sounding and abstract enough at the same time. I can so imagine the Maidan going wild”

The senior team then came up a lot of culturally-correct, delicious-sounding Hindi names, like Chakravyu and Wada Pav.

Pop-psychology appeared with ideas like "Noise". We acknowledged how delusional MBA is through "Maya". Philosophy then raised its doped out head with the idea of embarking on a "Journey" - be it the journey of life, of experience, of a dream, or of a Neeta Volvo from Pune to Mumbai.

We looked back at the history of Neev, and acknowledged that the astounding success of the past few editions, which peaked with Neev becoming the second largest B school event last year has a lot to do with our director’s contribution. We then flirted with the idea of calling it Subbu’s Child, or Subbu ki aaulad.

But the one theme, that kept recurring throughout the session in numerous forms, be it "Yudh" or "Rann Niti" or "Sangram", was an idea that we could all very easily identify with; that we launch into, in our own little ways, every single day. It is something that scares us silly and at the same time, fascinates us with its innate power. It is something completely elemental - implanted in our soul. The theme that we kept coming back to was the idea of WAR.

War is a concept that is primitive enough that we can all connect with it instantly. War has a vitality that echoes with a healthy state of mind. War has the energy to power nations. War has the brutality to maim thousands. It is war against circumstance when a child battles all odds to reach a school twenty kilometers away from home. It is war against mediocrity when a corporate executive reworks a presentation for the nth time, because it seemed "just-not-good-enough". It is war against the mind when science wrestles with blind faith. It is war against shortcuts when a conscientious government employee refuses to yield to bribes. It is war against indecision, when we decide to follow our intuition and "Just Do It". It is war against indifference when a nation decides to endow the most effective people with the mandate to rule. It is war against nature, when an ugly Neev team senior tries to hit on the hottest junior in the batch.

Yeah, and War that features good looking Israeli women soldiers is visually appealing.

It is war that we launch into, every single day, every hour, every minute.
And so we decided, that war it will be, on all fronts. NEEV 09 was born. Born to go to War.