Friday, 13 September 2013

Visual Concepts and Interpretations of The Lessons

The 'brooding dog', on his day off! This breed of dog, the Alsatian, is most commonly associated to the whole concept of 'A brooding watch dog'. I loved how carefree this one was. Shows a contrast to the Imagery used by Kamala Das, in 'My Grandmother's House'.

Inspired by P. Sainath's film 'Nero's Guest'.

Took this one in the rain, hence the haziness. Just a simple play on darkness, light and reflections.

Slow shutterspeed photography. The line of light is traced from a car headlight. You can see a hazy figure passing through the circle (Which was, incidentally, a stack of cycle tires). Just more play on light and darkness, and darkness concepts.

The Blind Windows. This expression has been used in several poems. Kamala Das uses it to describe the blindness of the now empty house, indicating that there was no longer any life behind those windows.

This was an ancient, worn down, dilapidated house's balcony. Thought the imagery suited Kamala Das's poem beautifully.

There is no true darkness to be felt without the light.

I found that the chapter 'South Indian Filter Coffee with Amma' by Julie Sahni, was mostly about time, and memories. I went out looking for a picture to conceptualize that, and found three grandfather clocks in a row, each reading different times; like a timeline of sorts?

Narain Bawa's religious scripts, perhaps?
('Lajwanti' by Rajinder Singh Bedi'

Organic compost, displayed at the Christ University waste management centre. A remedy that is being pushed to farmers by environmentalists all over the world. This one, again, was inspired by Sainath's 'Nero's Guest'

All dressed up, and on the way to the Atghara-Bakdheegi cricket match. Shot this close to Kanteerva stadium. Hard to resist the implication of a reluctant mother-in-law watching her daughter's husband in some cricket match. This one was inspired by Moti Nandy's 'uMPiring'

Another picture inspired by 'My Grandmother's House'. The black and white effect shows the coldness of the house, devoid of any love.

Milind Yohann Mathew

Tuesday, 10 September 2013

Life Scripts by Aman Saini(1314023)

Life Scripts
Nero’s guests have lost their soul,
Longing for aid they now play a mere role.
Every day, we are made aware of another Lajwanti,
Bearing sorrows that the society gave her in plenty.
And yet we are convinced of love at first sight,
We are found taking chances of plight.
Scientific religion is the new talk,
Depleting brotherhood is this very walk.
In every match of life we are deceived by umpiring,
Each time one tries to change, there’s more conspiring.
I would go on to portray the entire drama,
Over a cup of south Indian filter coffee with Amma.
Even then we’ll never be able to follow our vows,

Sigh! Will we ever revive my Grandmother’s house?

1st TCE

Monday, 9 September 2013

My Grandmother's House (SAURABH SURESAN V P 1313146)

Description :
Memories are always abstract.
They come and go in different forms.
The painting is an abstract art work, depicting the memories and the
feelings of the poetess. She is lonely and upset. Visiting her
grandmothers house reminds her of the love and affection she had for
her grandmother. She is lost in her own nostalgic world of memories.
The painting depicts the memories of the poetess. She thinks about the
dark windows, the cracked walls n doors, and the books on the racks.
The house is now empty and cold and she is scared. Today she is a
grown up who can understand things which she couldn't understand as a
child. The books on the racks remind her of her grandmother who used
to narrate her stories. The same books which now are covered by

- Saurabh Suresan 
1st CEP

Documentary Review - PROSTITUTES OF GOD (GROUP 8)

We, Maria Joseph and Malavika Nair  have chosen to review the documentary titled Prostitutes of God produced and hosted by Sarris as it throws light on  one of the scariest practices performed in Hinduism in the name of  god- THE DEVADASI SYSTEM. Devadasi- Servant of God is a young girl child dedicated to worship and service a deity or temple for the rest of her life. It’s a prominent ritual performed mostly in the southern parts of Karnataka. In Saundatti, a small temple town of  Karnataka , young girls are secretly presented to Yellamma- The Goddess of fertility. This ritual has taken a different turn in the present scenario where the pre pubertal girls are being sexually exploited in the pretext of this ritual.
                                                    In the documentary Prostitutes of God, Sarah Harris elucidates the significance of being a Devadasi in the twenty first century. She focuses on the remote villages of Karnataka  to reveal the  dreadful truths of the system, which people derogated in time as a mode of religious prostitution. Although the practice was outlawed  about  20 years ago, it still prevails in various regions of  India and there are more than 20000  women forced to do prostitution .Their intimate exploration into the life of the Devadasi reveals a pseudo-religious system that exploits poverty-stricken families to fuel modern India’s booming sex trade. They meet a group of sex workers while travelling deep into the outskirts of Karnataka named  Saundatti who vend their bodies for  earning a live hood. They  exploits the religious icon Yellamma as a justification for conducting prostitution. During the journey she meets Anitha a sex worker who has transformed her house into a brothel and finds no mistake in the practice because she found it as a means to earn money and fulfill her small dreams of building a house, purchasing utensils and T.V.As they cross the border onto Karnataka into the heartlands of the ancient devadasi tradition they come across two teenage devadasi’s  Mala and Belawa who was denied education. They are restricted to go for any other work and although they wish to go they nauseated by the disgusting looks they have to encounter. The poorest families find the system as coping strategy to transform a female child from liability  to asset as she would be taken over by Landlords who assures a certain amount of  regular income .Most of the women consider it as their responsibility to take care of the family and she does not mind starving as her only concern is to feed the family. Becoming a devadasi is the only means to earn money although they feel unhappy their find happiness in taking care of the family.
Finally they attend the annual full moon festival, the most prestigious event in devadasi calendar. The colourful celebrations conceals the underlying secret of sex trafficking. Sitavva an ex-sex worker agreed for a mock demonstration of the dedication ceremony. The documentary ends by the reflection of two older devadasi women who ask the question: what kind of religion turns parents into pimps and their children into prostitutes.

                                                                         Both of us decided to chose this documentary as it discusses about one of the most relevant issues faced in India .It unveils the mysteries of rural India, the impediments and predicaments if  the downtrodden women. Thus we aim to popularize this documentary thus providing an insight to the society about the dreadful ritual which pertains in the society even now.

- Maria 1313120 (1st CEP)
Malavika 1313119 (1st CEP)

MY SEPARATION (Deena Dixon 1313135)

                                                  God- My supporting power gifted her when I was fifteen, and so that beyond a sister I was a mother to her. I was really excited to welcome her into my life. She was an angel who paved way for health and wealth. A sister at the age of fifteen, something  which was unimaginable for me. I was in a dream land where everything seems to b unusual to me. Actually I was terribly in a confused state weather I can love my sister as I love myself or not. Where will she be loved more than me or will she be cared more than me, such question rolled over my mind because I was the princes in my sweet home...but I don’t know, I was little bit sad imagining  that I will be less considered in my family moreover I was happy that I am going to be an elder sister for the first time.
                                               I prayed for the baby in mother’s womb, I found out beautiful names for, i really cared my mom as my granny. On October eighth, as usual I called my dad enquired about my mother’s condition. Then he said surprisingly said “your angel is here” when I heard this four beautiful words from him, I jumped, danced, screamed from my school and everybody was shocked to see me this excited  state. After my class with all my friends i went to the hospital .when I saw her for the first time, she was sleeping on my granny’s lap covered in an orange plannel. My grandma refused to give her to me because I was tiered and dirty all the way from school. But my dad asked me to sit and gave her to me, when I eagerly looked at her she opened her eyes and no one will believe that she was in a mood to smile. When I viewed her black eyes, I felt like all smaller sins have been washed away.

                                             After her birth, she was only my love and life .I may die for her. Without her my life is dark. Then I realised, my past life was empty without her... I played with her, danced with her, fought with her, but whenever she cries my heart breaks . my mom used to advice us not to be so close, because even if I are go for higher education then we may have difficulty at that period without seeing each other... but we both never cared her  words. But right now, in similar way, I am suffering, both of us...  This separation between us really kills me in one way or in other way.  Sleepless night thinking over my angel is painful. Pillows that absorb my tears are my relief. Sweet voice through the phone is my inspiration and if I couldn’t  here it, my whole day is a waste. The repeated words from her whenever she calls me, the same “I MISS YOU”.  But She never knew how I feel for her and  miss her , its more than a million times ... I really cannot express my feelings towards her separation .. its  really words failing.... and it kills
1st CEP

Change Begins With Me (RUPALI IYENGAR 1313157)

“Everyone thinks of changing the world, no one things of changing himself.”
-Leo Tolstoy
The only thing that is constant in life is change .Que sera sera – whatever will be will be. Change is the law of life, irrespective of its kind-be it for better or for worse. Mankind is losing its human touch day by day. Insensitivity is on the rise. All of us are choosing to be Nero’s guests. We talk about creating a change but in the process forget about having to change ourselves which is the most essential step to bring about transcendence. Nero’s guest, the short documentary by P.Sainath was an eye opener for most of us. It set me thinking about two things namely
A) What am I doing that doesn’t make me a member of the club of people who live in oblivion, insensitive to the suffering of others?
B) Erin Gruwell, a truly amazing woman.
Back In high school I read this book thrice and every single time I read it, I cried my heart out. I watched a film made on an adaptation from the book and I realised the beauty of the reality on a better footing. Reality is harsh but you can make a difference if you choose to. The idea of the documentary Nero’s guests runs parallel to this book which I can read time and again,
The first thing that one would say after reading the book or watching the movie would be “WOW!”. Stereotyping does exist in the United States as well. in long beach California there is a school called Woodrow Wilson High, as a fresh teacher, a student not so long ago herself ,Erin Gruwell found herself facing a class of “at risk, unteachable” students. All these kids come from a very traumatic and treacherous background. They were all victims of gang banging, racism and communal wars. For all of them, reality had been anything but pleasant.
One day she intercepts a note that was being passed around class behind her back; it was an ugly racist caricature of one of her students. A patient teacher until that moment, she finally snaps.
She angrily declares that it was such gestures that led to the holocaust. On receiving uncomprehending looks from the students, she decides to teach them everything about the holocaust and the kids eventually realise that their status of affairs ran parallel to the time during the holocaust. This is when they undertook a life-changing, eye-opening, spirit-raising odyssey against intolerance and misunderstanding. She leads them to start trying a journal about everything that has happened to them in the past and how they would like to resurrect their present and what they would like to look forward to in their future. The kids start liking her and take this seriously.
She tells them that she’d read it only if they permit her to. To her surprise all of them let them read their journals. She decides to compile them and publish a book. She calls them “the freedom writers” in homage to the freedom fighters, the civil rights activists. With funds raised by a “Read-a-thon for Tolerance,” they arranged for Miep Gies, the Dutch woman who sheltered the Frank family, to visit them in California, where she declared that Erin Gruwell’s students were “the real heroes.”
The class became the first batch to graduate from the school. Most of them went ahead to attend college and study further. 
The freedom writers is an incredible inspirational story that makes people want to believe in a bright sun that will rise after the darkest night. Nothing is impossible; life’s jigsaw puzzle will fall in place only if you assemble the pieces right.
Erin Gruwell firmly quips,
Don't let the actions of a few determine the way you feel about an entire group. Remember, not all German's were Nazis.
Evil prevails when good people do nothing.
It sounds strange, somewhat on the line between irony and absurdity, to think that people would rather label and judge something as significant as each other but completely bypass a peanut. ... World peace is only a dream because people won't allow themselves and others around them to simply be peanuts. We won't allow the color of a man's heart to be the color of his skin, the premise of his beliefs, and his self-worth. We won't allow him to be a peanut; therefore we won't allow ourselves to come to live in harmony”

Below are a few scenes from the movie, the freedom writers diary. All of them are self-explanatory and carry a lot of irony.
This is when she tells them about the holocaust.
Erin tells this to a student who tries to back out from studying and asks her to fail him.
She adds, “It would be easy to become a victim of our circumstances and continue feeling sad, scared or angry; or instead, we could choose to deal with injustice humanely and break the chains of negative thoughts and energies, and not let ourselves sink into it.” 

Lastly, the major lesson that I learnt from the freedom writers and what I imbibe in my own life,

You just learn from the freedom writers that every person has a story to say, every individual has somewhere he/she is coming from, so the next time you meet someone unconventional, give them time and space to warm up. Accept that they have a story to say. In due course of time, they’ll become resilient.
Until then, you can ask them subtly,

As for change beginning with me, I volunteer at Centre for Social Activities, I teach underprivileged children. I believe that’s where I’ve started to make a sound difference. J

-Rupali H Iyengar
1st CEP

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT (Diti Golder 1313149)

The little boy walks, dragging his empty satchel after him. His pockets jingle with coins he has earned, a pitiable amount for a hard day’s work.
Clad in a threadbare t-shirt and frayed shorts, he strolls among people who don’t notice him. He walks noiselessly among the swarms that have somewhere to be.
He loves looking up at them, imagining how thrilling their lives must be. Something out of his reach. A man in a suit bumps against him, shoving him forward, not looking back to apologize but to glance at him with contempt.
Oddly, as a boy of seven, an age when fancies are plenty, he has never asked his parents for anything that isn’t necessary or even dared to dream of a greater life.
However on this rainy day, as he saunters along, he is taken in by a pair of shoes peeping at him from a store window, a shop with neon signs drawing him in. He suddenly jerks to a halt, awed by the pair of sneakers. He always window shops on his aimless walks, but these pair of shoes have struck a chord in him. It is love at first sight.
He stands pressed against the glass, in complete and total admiration of them. His hands slide down noisily against the window pane, leaving marks of his wet fingerprints on it. He’s never wanted anything more. He looks down sadly at his bare feet and watches the muddy rain water pass through them as he curls his toes.
Without thinking, he pushes open the door of the shop and walks in, his damp feet leaving marks all over the polished floor. The shopkeeper looks at him horrified and screams “What do you think you’re doing here? Get out!”
He grabs the boy by his collar while the boy mutters in a desperate voice “Bhaiya please! Those ones!” He points at the shoes, reaching to touch them. He’s pulled away and thrown out, unable to touch his object of desire.
They say when you experience love at first sight, it is as though you have a found a piece of yourself that is missing. This boy, who has nothing, knows if he gets these shoes, he will be complete.
He is in front of the shop everyday thereafter, looking at them longingly. He sits in a corner with hand outstretched, palm facing upward, asking for money, any money to buy the only thing he craves. Every rupee dropped in his hand is reciprocated with a heartfelt smile because it brings him closer to his beloved.  
A smartly dressed school boy who passes him everyday drops a rupee into his palm. One day he stops, walks towards the boy and crouches beside him.
“What’s your name?”
“Do you go to school?”
“Why do you always carry an empty satchel?”
“Because I hope one day it’ll be full”
“What do you do with the money?” the school boy questions, his thoughts jumping randomly.
 The boy looks startled and quickly composing himself answers, “I want to buy those.” He taps the glass pointing at the shoes, dirty fingerprint marks reappearing on the window pane.
“How much do you have?”
He pulls out his savings and drops them on the ground. The money clatters revealing a measly seventy rupees. The school boy frowns, calculating how much more he needs. With that the school boy leaves and is not seen for weeks after by the beggar.
Days later, Satish, faithful to his post, sits by the shop, his face and hands pressed up against the window pane watching his sneakers hungrily. He’s suddenly distracted by a presence next to him and he turns around to see the school boy standing there.
“Here” he marches up to him silently and drops a brand new satchel, “it’s full.”
With that he disappears into the crowd. Satish picks up the satchel in wonder and out fall the pair of sneakers he wanted. He runs after the school boy, searching for him in the crowd, but the boy is gone. He goes back and looks at his shoes, having never felt happier. He clutches this thing of beauty with love. He looks up at the sky and murmurs a silent prayer. As he puts them on, tears roll down his beaming face. The shoes look odd, not matching his clothes. But he stands without a care in the world as he is united with his love.

The rain starts falling over him, wiping away the longing fingerprints on the shop window. 

Name: Diti Golder
Roll. Number: 1313149 (1st CEP)

Nero's Guests: A review by Nehal Devaiah(1313143)

"For me the issue was never Nero, it was Nero's guests", are the opening lines of the documentary which shows Mr. P. Sainath addressing a gathering in an epilogue. Mr Palagummi Sainath is an Indian journalist and photojournalist focusing on social problems, rural affairs, poverty and the aftermaths of globalization in India. He calls himself a 'rural reporter’. He is the Rural Affairs Editor for The Hindu, and the website India Together  has been archiving some of his work in The Hindu daily for the past six years. Amartya Sen has called him "one of the world's great experts on famine and hunger"
In his documentary "Nero's Guests" he basically focuses on the farmer suicide deaths in India and focus of attention of the present media and journalists.
It starts off with him visiting a village which faces a lot of farmer suicides and goes around interviewing affected families and the interviews and the stories of the families  all add to the impact which it leaves its viewers with wherein we can actually feel their pain.
The method Sainath uses to put across the seriousness of the matter is not with subtlety but rather it is in your face and very vocal.
He also talks about how women farmers are not treated and looked at like male farmers as the people considered the women merely as the farmers' wives.
Lots of statistics are put across throughout the video too to show the seriousness of this matter; Back in 1998 it was 1 suicide a week but in 2002 it was one suicide a day and now in every district there are about 2-3 deaths per day.
 Agriculture is the country's backbone and everyone depends on the agricultural sector for food,etc but now due to the high prices for equipment and lack of financial assistance from the banks the farmers themselves look at being born a farmer a curse , this shows the seriousness of this matter and the need to better the conditions for we all are dependent on them be it directly or indirectly yet the government have not implemented anything for the improvement.
The next topic Sainath touches is the focus of the “mainstream” media today. With an example of the Lakme Fashion week getting a higher media coverage over the suicide deaths at villages when it is because of the primary sector that thread/cloth is produced for these fashion shows. He talks about how the media today have moved away from news about national concern like farmer suicides, etc to more mainstream events like fashion, entertainment, etc. By the end of the video we are actually left with the cold hard truth about our country so the video does cause a big impact on the viewers.
In the prologue, we   are shown the continuation of his speech in from the epilogue and now he specifies on the video title and its meaning. In the words of Tacitus in ‘the burning of Rome’ , Nero was said to have had one of the biggest parties of ancient time inviting very noble and people of high class. During the banquet it starts to get dark so in order to light up the place Nero gets criminals from jails and ties them up and sets them up ablaze in order to “light up the darkness”.
So in the words of Sainath the real villain isn’t Nero but in fact it was his guests. He portrays them as the real villains because they did not even attempt to protest against Nero’s doing. So he says, we should not keep quiet and we must speak up and do something about the rising problems in our country and that we must not just be spectators in a crowd like the Guests of Nero.
Nehal Deviah


Bad Grammar (GROUP 7)

The topic we chose for our CIA was Grammar. Grammar is the most essential part for our communication. It makes our speech more sensible, meaningful and easily understood. 

In this short video we have covered the following topics:
1. What is grammar?
2. Examples of poor grammar.
3. Reasons for bad grammar.
4. Effects of poor grammar.
5. How to improve grammar.

This video helps us understand what grammar is, common errors we make and how we can improve our grammar.

The video has been made by:
 Madhuri N   1313156 (1st CEP)
 Priya T        1313125 (1st CEP)
 Sanjana S    1313127 (1st CEP)
Aparna B    1314020 (1st CEP)

Graphical Novel based on Nero's Guest (Luke Fernandes 1313134)

This assignment is a short graphical novel based on the documentary Nero's Guest.

-Luke Fernandes 
1st CEP

Essay - A scientific religion (KRISHNA S BHAT 1313133)

A scientific religion
From time immemorial religion and science haven't exactly gotten along well irrespective of religion. I believe that this is the fault of man, we have twisted the concept of religion over time. I do not believe in the concept of religion, rather in a higher power who created that spark of life. According to science, the most well known theory of creation is the Big Bang theory, no God involved. Just physics. But you can't just erase the concept of religion, it's existence is very important or all hell would break loose. We need a healthy mixture of the two. This is the best example for the phrase easier said than done!
I don't believe that we can fix this problem by educating our youth, on the contrary it can be achieved by creating awareness among the elderly. This is because the youth already know the problem through media. But they are forced to follow meaningless rituals and superstitions because they are at the mercy of they're parents( an older generation ). We need to educate the masses. We believe in superstitions, but not truly! We say that a cat crossing the street is bad luck, and that seeing a fox is good luck; and yet we don't keep the latter as a pet. We need to start asking for a reason and stop accepting things blindly. A sense of curiosity and inquisition must be inculcated. Religion is understanding ourselves whereas science is understanding the outside world. Man needs faith, something to believe in; at the same time he needs reason, something to explain the mysterious. Our epics, scriptures have a lot of wisdom. There is even evidence of string theory in the Vedas. In the book, "The lost symbol" it is stated that man is just rediscovering everything in science what our ancestors discovered in religion. We need a more evolved concept of religion.
Our present religion has many flaws. I'm a Hindu Brahmin  and the most disturbing aspect of this religion is discrimination. We do not hand anything to the maids at home, we toss it to them. We consider women to be unholy and unclean during their periods, we do not touch them or let them in the kitchen. This is an outrage, we live in the 21st century and yet so backward in our thoughts. We need a drastic change in our beliefs. We need an evolved religion.
What would an evolved religion be? A religion without discrimination. A religion where faith does not turn into blind faith. A religion where we question the reason for a ritual. Where open minded-ness is encouraged and new values are inculcated. We need to learn to question everything, and more importantly adults should teach their kids the reason behind our rituals. Reason behind every aspect of our heritage, our epics. For example, I'm absolutely sure that half of your youth don't know the wisdom behind draupadi having five husbands. It was not because their mother asked them to share whatever they had gotten. It was because draupadi, had earlier wished for a perfect husband and she was told that no such man exists, and when she insisted she was told that she would get she wanted. Each of the pandavas represent one quality which all together made a perfect husband. This shows that wisdom is hidden behind our rituals, but they've just been forgotten over the ages. We need to spread this wisdom. And along the same lines, we should start to involve science into religion. There is no harm in admitting that the Big Bang might have been the event of creation, because even science is based on assumptions. In science we prove and then we have faith in it and religion it's the other way round
Both science and religion have their flaws but I believe that these flaws can be overcome by involving the two together. We need a religion which is not threatened by the arrival of change, rather accept it. We need a religion which changes with change in certain aspects. The best way to do this is to create awareness among the adults and educating the youth and completely allow them the freedom of religion. The path to an evolved religion is long and filled with obstacles. We just need to have the patience and the perseverance to achieve this nearly impossible feat

- Krishna Bhat
1st CEP


FEARLESS (Melita Stella D'Souza 1313122)

In light of the topic lajwanti, I have attempted to sketch a dauntless and lionhearted woman who is not afraid to step outside the clichĂ©d societal norms of our country. She neither allows anybody to ‘put her in her place’, nor allows herself to be told where she should and should not be. She is not the kind of girl who sits and waits for a knight in shining armor but rather, a woman who can stand tall and walk alone to paint the night.
She is beautiful, courageous, proud and free and the one who would be dancing to the music of life, breaking through societal boundaries. It’s not that she has no fears, but that she has the will to face them fiercely. She is a woman who would celebrate her femininity with confident steps as she walks shoulder to shoulder with the patriarchal society; a society with a school of thought which – despite being years past such outdated ideals – is still predominant.
She chooses to live and love life in all its colours, sounds and sights. She chooses to stop and smell the roses, even if it meant she missed the last train. She is a woman who is pure in her ideas, committed to her word, and thorough in her work.
She is how woman should be, unshackled by the whims of ancestral times; having the power to create, nurture and transform when she wills it.

She is fearless.

-Melita Stella D'Souza
1st CEP

Film Review - PINJAR (Nivedhita Venkatesh 1313124)

PINJAR (2003)
CAST:UrmilaMatondkar, Manoj Bajpai, Sanjay Suri, KulbhushanKharbanda, IshaKoppikar, Farida Jallal, SandaliSinha and PriyanshuChatterjii
Director: Chandra PrakashDwivedi
Music: Uttam Singh

Chandra PrakashDwivedi brings yet another awe inspiring story to the big screen, based on a novel by Amrita Pritham called ‘Pinjar’. The film consists of some very familiar faces, who managed to do a splendid job portraying their characters rather very illustratively.
The movie depicts the story of a Punjabi woman, Puro (UrmilaMatondkar), whose life turns in to a rollercoaster, when suddenly her life seems to come to a standstill when she has been abducted by a Muslim man, who does so just to settle an ancestral feud between two families. Puro’s family faces a lot of hardships after puro’s untimely disappearance, especially after fixing her marriage with Ram Chand(Sanjay Suri), from a promising family. On the other end, Puro faces hardships of her own when she is forced to marry Rashid(Manoj Bajpai), her abductor, she is forced to change her name and Puro soon is conceived with a child from rape.
But soon the tables turn as the year of independence is attained which is followed by the untimely partition, which gave birth to two countries India and Pakistan. This partition brings about various changes affecting Puro , Rashid, Ramchand and their families. Soon Puro’s hatred for Rashid resided as Rashid’s love for Puro had raptured him immensely that he did everything to help Puro out of her distresses. Some instances also lead to her finally meeting her fiancĂ© who she had never met personally. As time went by, Puro actually finds herself falling in love with Rashid, will Puro accept his love for her?
Some of the factors that let down the movie was the music, as few of the songs weren’t suitable pertaining to some scenes, they were extremely long which led me to twitch uncomfortably in my seat. The movie is solemnly revolves around the cruelty and the violence against women, loss of humanity and ultimate surrender to essential fate. The movie is nearly a four hour movie, so there were instances where I was left disinterested in certain scenes. But the movie on the whole is a worth watch as it portrays the scenario during the pre and post-independence ages. The movie takes you through a journey, to revisit which is a completely different experience. The direction and cinematography lacked in certain areas. The costume designs blended in perfectly and the set design was made as realistic as possible, which was a good effort.
Despite the films minor shortcomings it truly depicts a rapturing experience through a journey back to the past in a time machine, suspense filled and definitely worth paying the whole ticket price.

By NivedhitaAndhapakalaVenkatesh
1st CEP


Short Story - Little Moments (NIKHITA MENON 1313123)

“Welcome home!” my grandmother exclaimed in excitement at the site of us.  It was not my first visit to India, but definitely my first visit to Kerala. Here is where my grandparents from my mother’s side resided. I scan the area around the house. It is covered with all sorts of plants of different shapes and sizes. At the corner of the house was a well with many cattle around.  “Samara, why don’t you come inside? It’s quite hot outside” my grandfather asked in our native language – Malayalam.  Unable to reply back in the same language I nodded my head and walked in.  “Ma, can you switch on the air conditioner, I am feeling really hot” I asked as I walked in the house and saw my mother. Immediately after learning my little statement my mother started to laugh. My father, grandmother and grandfather also joined in. “Samara….we don’t have an air conditioner but the fans here work wonders” my grandmother said as she went to the other room.  No air conditioning, how can people hear bear this heat? This is not the way I planned on spending my summer vacation.  “Why don’t you go and see around?” my dad came and asked. Since I had nothing better to do I decided to explore.
Every room seems close to normal. The room that captured my attention the most was my mother’s childhood room.  I went in room and sat on the bed. On the opposite wall, photo frame’s containing my mother’s photo as a baby and of various phase of her life. Most people say I am ‘a carbon copy’of my mom, now I see what they mean. Across this wall was her bookshelf. I love to read books, so I went to see if there were any interesting books.  I scanned the book self, to come across a sea green diary covered by dust. I took the book out to see my mother’s name carved on the front. It was my mom’s diary.  I always wondered if she was the same uptight person she is now, when she was young.  Curiosity grew as I ran and sat on the bed.I flipped through the book, turning page by page. It was filled with writings. I decided to stop at one random page. It said,
Dear Diary
Today has been rather eventful and to mention a great start for my summer vacations. It started at the break of dawn, when all the houses which were withdrawn with silence suddenly started to overflow with greetings. Like every other house on the block, my house was no exception. Today, has everyone exited and my mother stressed as we all decided to go to Mumbai. Joining us on this trip is my dad’s two sisters, three brothers along with their families and moms 3 brothers along with their family. This whole trip has got all my cousins exited. So as soon as everyone came to my house, the mini- van taking us to the train station arrived. All the men were putting in our suitcases in them, while all the women were ensuring enough food has been cooked for everyone as it would be a long trip. In the meantime all my cousin and I planned put what to do during the journey. So once everyone got in the vanand settled down, the whole family decided to play antakshari as the train station was quite far off. The laughter we shared on many silly things, adults acting like children accusing one another for cheating were the little moments I would never forget.
On reaching the train station, a head count was taken to make sure to one got lost. Once that was done, we all got everything on the train and took our seats. Once everyone was settled we decided on playing charades. The teams this time were made on the basis of gender. Boys vs. Girls.  Of course we girls had the lead, for which the boys accused us for cheating and it drifted slowly from charades to a debate on which gender is better. But soon as time drifted away so did everyone’s energy and before you knew it, everyone is asleep. Though today events did not sound like much, I had a great time with my family and I knew we had many adventures ahead of us. All our little moments of joy and laughter will always be a constant reminder of the little moments that make up my life .
Yours Truly

The first thing I felt after reading this was a bit of jealousy. Never in 10 years of my life have I ever gone on a road trip. Dubai was a very small place and the longest journey I have ever been on, by car is a hour and a half. Another fact that dawned upon me was that never have I ever met the whole family in one place. I had a few cousins back home who I met frequently and then I have a lot of cousins here who I meet every time on my summer vacation. This is going to be the first time my whole family from Dubai, America, London and India would be coming over to my grandmother’s house. “Samara!! Where are you, Tanya and Rakesh are here” my mother yelled in a soft comforting tone that took me away from my thoughts. I did not realize how much of time had passed. Reading one entry from my mother journal gave me an insight on what my life should contain. I closed the diary, took a deep breath, kept it back as though it was untouched. “Coming, Ma” I said as I walked towards the sound of laughter that would make up little moments of my life and probably a very memorable summer vacation to write on in my holiday homework.

-Nikhita Menon
1st CEP

Skit - Scientific Religion (GROUP 6)

Our reason for choosing a topic like scientific religion was because its not only a sensitive and hard hitting  subject to both, believers of different religions and people of science but also because it helps audiences to infer and bring out various reasons, opinions and perspectives in helping one to distinguish between the two as both regardless of their differences help teach us the symbolic meaning of the way life is. Through our skit, we believe that both science and religion go hand in hand and therefore they must be weighed equally. What better way to express our perspectives and hear different beliefs in a courtroom where our skit was enacted showcasing two sides of a coin which in the end is seen as one or a single coin with both sides to it . 

Members (1st TCE) -
Shannon Court - 1314034,
Aswin S. Varrier - 1314001,
Rajarshi Banerjee - 1314026,
Phalguni Rao - 1314014,
Roshini Miranda - 1314022.

Essay - Science & Religion (MAYURA SHREYAMS KUMAR 1313137)

Since the dawn of man, humans have striven to explain the many mysteries of the universe, and to justify our existence in it.   Throughout this journey of self-understanding, numerous standpoints on human existence have evolved and merged into a complex, abstract manifestation called religion. However, with the ever developing human race, many ideas portrayed by religion seem less credible.  Advances in the field of science has provided room for doubts  in the foundation for religious ideologies. Mending  between science and religion seems difficult because the claims made by religion and the attestations provided by science are so phenomenally different.Our new, scientifically based conclusions of the universe has revealed a surplus of answers to age-old questions, which are contrary to the statements or explanations offered by religion.  As cogent scientific evidence has emerged which is contrary to the existing  religious view, unbiased believers have changed their views correspondingly but many fundamentalists spurn these scientific evidence. This is what causes the dilemma between science and religion according to the many philosophers and theists who put forward their concerns on the ongoing battle between science and religion. 
However this advancement in science  has caused many thesis to compromise sacred and ancient religious beliefs into order facilitate these evidences provided by science about the universe and the existence of man more plausible than the reasons provided by religion which causes a gap and confusion in the minds of people. "An excellent example of this can be seen in the question of the age of the planet Earth.   According to religious theology, the Earth is less than ten thousand years old.   However, there is an overwhelming amount of scientific evidence that proves the Earth to be many billions of years old.   Many religious thinkers have responded to this evidence, by claiming that the methods used to ascertain the Earth's age are inaccurate." Studymode. For many researchers, the aim  of science is to destroy religious teachings with verifiable theories, and to pretend otherwise is self-misconception. ''We're working on building up a complete picture of the universe, which, if we succeed, will be a complete understanding of the universe and everything that's in it,'' Richard Dawkins, a University of Oxford biologist, said in a preview copy of ''Faith and Reason.'' He found it baffling that some of his colleagues struggle to keep God in the picture. ''I don't understand why they waste their time going into this other stuff, which never has added anything to the storehouse of human wisdom,'' he said, ''and I don't see that it ever will.'' New York Times.
However, even science has their limits, not everything can be proven nor can everything have a reason, it is still developing and there are many more questions to be answered. "Like the cosmologist Allan Sandage, have found that their search for objective truth has led them to questions that science cannot answer. ''The most amazing thing to me is existence itself,'' Dr. Sandage said at the Berkeley conference. ''Why is there something instead of nothing?'' This impenetrable mystery, he said, drove him to become a believer. ''How is it that inanimate matter can organize itself to contemplate itself? That's outside of any science I know.'' New york times
In conclusion, Science, like religion, is fundamentally constructed on a rostrum of beliefs and assumptions. It cannot be proven that the universe is mathematical or question the existence of god ." These are among the tenets of the faith, marking the point at which reasoning can begin." Therefore, even though science can gather their heaps of evidences, religion cannot be ignored and in parts of the world like India where the beliefs are strong, religion still plays an important role. Now a days, most religious beliefs are backed up with scientific facts and as science develops more and more beliefs will be made a fact. This way somewhere down the lane the bridging of the great divide of science and religion will happen and conflicts will reduce.

- Mayura Shreyams Kumar

Indian Filter Coffee- way of life in India (GROUP 5)

It’s astounding, what wonders a cup of filter coffee does. For some it brings around the memories of their childhood whereas for others it’s an irrevocable part of their daily lives. Coffee is a conduit to bond with their family for many and on the other hand it’s those unspoken lines expressed when long lost friends catch up.

While instant coffee has its trademark taste and aroma, nothing can beat the taste of the fresh cup of south Indian filter coffee. South Indian filter coffee often called Indian Filter Coffee was first served on 8th you will see people enjoying hot streaming coffee.

New age coffee shops with their swanky couches and bloated prices may have introduced a new culture in drinking coffee but even today filter coffee are the favorites among the people in India.

Believe us or not when we interviewed people they did not just introduce filter coffee as mere coffee. Its was an inevitable past of their lives. Some spoke about how business deals cannot be dealt without a cup of coffee in their hands. While others had a story to share about how a woman is accepted by their in laws on the basis of the aroma of her filter coffee. Whereas the students talk spoke about how they cannot go without filter coffee during their exams. A retired DSP Bangalore Police approaches coffee as a stress buster to cope up with the pile of work on his desk every day.

Indian filter coffee is a way of life which invokes cultural and traditional approach of their lifestyles.

Kanishk Dhupad 1313109
Hurmat Klair 1313136
Ishaan Day 1313108
Tanya Agrawal 1313130
Devanshi Deva 1313116