Friday, 19 October 2018

Au Rythme des Relations: An Evening of Interactive Poetry Reading

“Poetry is the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash” 
                                  Leonard Cohen  
                                           Poets (from Right): Mona, Rebecca, Paresh, Srividya, Jhilam

 To brighten up the remains of the day, poetry lovers of 
Hyderabad gathered at Alliance Française, on the 28 th of 
September, 6.30 pm, to attend Au Rythme des Relations: An 
Evening of Interactive Poetry Reading.
The event was organized jointly, by the institute and Ms Jhilam Chattaraj, poet, author, Assistant Professor, RBVRR Women’s College. 
The Key-note
The aim of the evening was to diffuse the usual distance between the audience and poets and comprehend the various rhythms of human relationships through poetry.  

Aude Emeline Loriot N, Director, Alliance Française inaugurated the program and felicitated the poets.
Poet, Srividya, being felicitated by the Director
Mini Nayani, Cultural co-coordinator, introduced the artists. 
Jhilam announced the objectives of the event and moderated the session. The new and experimental format created a space for instant and live feedback to every poem that was read out.  

Extreme left: Ms Mini Nayani, Cultural Co-ordinator along with audience 

Poets were requested to read their poems even twice and 

explain their craft to the audience. The participant poets

were, Elizabeth Kurian Mona who read ghazals in English

and Urdu, Rebecca Vedavathy, read the French translations 

of Mona’s poems and also a few of her own, Srividya 

Sivakumar read poems from her book, The Heart is an Attic

Paresh Tiwari read from his book Raindrops Chasing 

Raindrops  and Jhilam Chattaraj read from her newly 

launched book, When Lovers Leave and Poetry Stays.  

The session is on!

In the first round, the poets read verses on love, longing and loss;it set the pace of the event. The second round was led by the audience. 

Our Lovely Audience 

They selected a poet of their choice and a theme and relevant poems were read out.  The high-octane tempo of the evening reached its peak when a la mushaira atmosphere was created by the English ghazals of poet, Mona:  the audience wah-wahed along with her couplets, displaying an inspiring mélange of eastern and western cultures; something that late, Indian-American-Kashmiri poet and popular English ghazal writer, Agha Shahid Ali had once envisioned.

Students, HR Executives, painters, influencers, academicians among the audience shared the auditory, psychological and aesthetic effects of the poems on them. 

Eminent guests: Mr Vijay Marur and Mr Sanjay Gadhalay 

They explained how poetry reading sessions like the present one enabled the poem to be free of the torturous interpretations they were taught to infer due to the influence of complicated pedagogical methods often used in schools.

Poets among Audience 
The novel approach to the Reading was the first of its kind in the city. It demystified the processes of writing and offered the audience a peek into the craft of poetry. The event set a new benchmark for poetry readings in the city- audience is no more the passive listener but an active participant. The audience was also treated with elegant book marks with quotations from each poet’s work. 

Poets guided the audience cross the bridge of poetry and meet them and thus marking the beginning of a beautiful and lasting friendship.

Monday, 15 October 2018

Friendships & Reflections: Two Poems by Priyanka and Ritu

On Friendship   

Friendship is a roller coaster of highs and lows  
    Some friends can't stay apart nor wish to be torn.
Some struggle to rescue their drowned liaisons
    And some cheer on their comrades from afar:
They come in gangs of geeks and clique of jocks
    They are partners in crime and peas of a pod
    They stand firm and brave against the harsh wind
    Trusting and leaning on each other to hold tight
    They think they're invincible against all charges
    Yet, they wobble and sway against the test of time.

    Opportunities knock at their doors and hearts change
    Priorities re-arrange and promises long forgotten  
Friendships are crazy pacts and silly ties 
    So easily tossed away in the hurdles of life
    Yet some few and true friendships never fade 
    Still standing side by side against the harsh winds
                                                                   -  Priyanka Dubey,
                                                                             MZC 2nd year.


      Always wandering around in the dark,
       I've practiced to put on a deceiving mask.
Maybe it is too late to reach for the light
       And yet, till the end all I'm doing is fight.
  Every effort I put in seems to be less
       And every cry of help I scream, useless.
 Yet I stand up again and brace my soul
       For the voice in my head is too loud to ignore.

                                                                            - Ritu Sarda, 
                                                                               MZC 2nd year.                                                      

Changing Paths: A Moving Confession by Bhakti Matur

 Walk On !

Sometimes, we all make wrong decisions. We suffer as a result, and we regret them. We become unhappy and curse ourselves, because we think we cannot change them. 

Everyone in their lives must have come across such experiences. For me, my decision to join an engineering college, was the one I regretted. I had studied an electronic course for only two semesters and yet, the failures I experienced and the humiliation I faced, for not being a good student, pained me greatly. 

I realized, after a while, that my heart wasn't in this and that this was not the path I wanted to take, but I didn't give up. I tried again, I wanted to endure and get through because everyone around me somehow were capable of doing that. My last attempt at redeeming myself didn't quite work and I failed miserably than all the times before. At that point, my parents had made their frustration towards me clear and my friends taunted me. I had enough and I decided to change my course and do what I desired, which was literature. 

It was hard going against the norm, especially when everyone around you believes that your dreams are childish and will get you nowhere in life. Taking up B.A and doing what I wanted to do was perhaps the most scariest moment in my life but now, I can say that it's the best decision I've ever made. I'm really happy with what I'm learning now and I enjoy it immensely. 

Maybe it's true that you have to do what you love because the best of you shines through. My self-confidence is at an all-time high and I'm slowly coming out of my shell, trying to communicate. I'm exactly where my past self wanted to be and I couldn't be happier. But  life doesn't always go smoothly. I still have to explain to others why I supposedly made such a rash decision or why I supposedly took a path that has no future.

 My parents, although supportive of my decision, ask me the same questions sometimes because they feel like they have a reputation to uphold in society. However, I don't let such things affect me anymore. 

At the end of the day, my happiness is important. Despite what people say, your happiness is more important than your parent's or your friend's or your neighbor's. Sure, being an engineer or doctor is great but why settle for them when your options are endless?

                                                                                                            Bhakti Matur,

                                                                                                                  B.A Second Year.

Friday, 14 September 2018

A Peek Into My Soul

"Poetry is a cure to me; It crawls deeply into the darkest corners of my soul and slowly, gently, heals."   

     People change like the seasons, she learnt
     Warm like the spring breeze in one tick
     Icy, like the median of a winter in the next
     Why did they have to change? She pondered
     The short nights of summer passed
     And so did the fleeting days of winter
     Silence dragged on and she wondered
     Is it because she clings onto their branches
     Like the leaves do in the Autumn skies
     Or simply, because she bares her soul
     Like a peacock dancing in the rain;
     Watching the sky paint itself with a million stars
     She realized; maybe it's not her after all
     Rain had to come to fill what Summer had drained
     Spring had to come to revive Winter's ruin 
     And virulent people had to leave...
     All so she could learn to love herself 
     the way she truly deserved to be.

                                                                                                 Priyanka Dubey,
                                                       MZC II Year.


Wednesday, 13 June 2018

Suffering: A Poem by Srilekha Sagar

The word ends with a ring,
During which the resolve swings.
Two sides of the same person fight,
Victory depends on the person's might.

Suffering is encountered by every person,
Some have it shallow, some have it deep.
The tenure of suffering might be bitter,
But it serves as a bad thought emitter.

Suffering can be physical or mental,
But never losing hope is vital.
It may be sorrowful,
So, you need to be careful.

To end suffering you may swallow poison,
But that is a fake medication.
 You should try to cope,
For if you try, you can see the sun.

                                                                               - Srilekha Sagar.

Monday, 11 June 2018

The Way we Were: HLF 2018 by V. Neharika and Navya Verma

"One of the best experiences I've had in my life so far, is being a part of the Hyderabad Literary Festival. Initially, I was not clear about my role as a volunteer but when I attended the first day of the fest, I learned that I was a member of the Registration department. In the duration of the three days of the fest, I communicated with different people of different states and different countries. There were two events that I liked the most in the fest. First, was the exhibition called 'Good Food' where we had to eat a fruit and write down the memory we have associated with it, on a rock. I found this concept to be very creative. Second, the 'Youngisthan Ukkad' in which they introduced new elements in the form of featured acts, street gallery and Mehfil, along with an open mic. HLF has helped me greatly in improving my volunteer skills. I sincerely thank all the directors and organizers of HLF for giving me such a good opportunity. I also thank my College, the Principal and our Lecturers of Commerce department for permitting us to volunteer at HLF. I also convey my heartfelt gratitude to Grace Madam, Jhilam Madam and 'Quills literary club' for introducing us to HLF."

                                                                                   -  V. Neharika.
                                                                                   BCOM IIIC

"I recently participated as a volunteer in the Hyderabad Literary Festival, 2018. This was my second time as a volunteer for HLF, as I had already participated in HLF 2017. It was a wonderful experience last year and hence, I was excited for this year as well. HLF is an yearly, international event where writers, artists and well-known personalities gather from all over India and other countries alike. This year, Spain was the guest Nation while Kannada was the Indian language in focus. I choose to volunteer for the workshops, as I wanted to participate in them and gain knowledge, along the way. I was put in charge for the 'Tree Of Life' workshop which included Story Telling by Arati Kodali, Story Writing by Toral Shah, Creating Monsters and Other Night Creatures by Ana Cristina Herreros. With the help of these workshops, I learnt the importance of stories and different ways of describing a story. It was fun to make the monster mask and I was satisfied as I had made my own mask, well. Tree Walk, Rock Walk and Heritage Walk were also conducted at HLF, this year. Through these walks, I learnt the names and importance of trees, heritage buildings and rocks in our surroundings. I was interviewed by reporters from Sakshi TV regarding HLF and to motivate people to visit HLF. Even though I was a little nervous since it was my first time to do an interview, I felt happy watching it later with my parents. I was also delighted to meet Sanjana Kapoor, the daughter of Shashi Kapoor, as she was one of the speakers at HLF 2018. I also met the author Sudeep Nagarkar, whose notable works are 'Few Things Left Unsaid', 'It started with a friend request' etc. Overall, the environment at HLF was very friendly and peaceful. I miss the fun and good ambiance of HLF as it was a much needed break from the assignments, records and lectures in my routine."
                                                                                   -  Navya Varma.
                                                                                   BCOM IIIC

Friday, 9 March 2018

Women's Day 2018- Time For Some Celebrations

Aneesha Srivastava


In times past, women were confined to household works such as cleaning, cooking, doing laundry and raising children. They were not allowed to get involved in political, legal, economic or social affairs. Up until mid the 20th century, the society was largely patriarchal as men played the role of the breadwinner in the family while women struggled for gender equality. Over the span of decades, however, women's conditions have considerably improved. So, what brought upon this change?

During periods of war, women were drafted into the labor market to undertake work that was previously restricted only to men. While their husbands, sons, fathers and brothers were off fighting in the wars, women had to earn their own livelihood. However, following the wars, they invariably lost their jobs and had to return to the domestic scene. The changing role of women in society was a result of this work that they did during the war. Women had tasted something akin to independence during this time and they were unwilling to let go of it. Early in 1932, a young woman named Amelia Earhart was the first aviatrix to fly solo across the Atlantic. Her inspirational story also encouraged many women to push boundaries.

The rights women enjoy today are the rights women in the past fought for diligently. Compared to the past few decades or so, women have relatively improvised their lifestyle. Now, women hold a reputable position in the society. They are present in civil, defense, judicial, business and corporate sectors and often hold higher positions than their male counterparts. While there is no doubt that modern women have it better in terms of education, employment and political involvement, they are still discriminated against.
 The constant harassment women face in their workplace or houses, whether sexual or emotional, stands as a testament to this. Females were often considered physically and emotionally weak, and this misconception had paved the way for centuries of suffering at the hands of men.

In the United States, which is now touted as the Leader of the Free World, July of 1848 saw Elizabeth Cady Stanton penned down the words “All men and women are created equal” on the “Declaration of sentiments and resolutions” - the sister equivalent of the “Declaration of Independence”- which dealt with woman's rights exclusively. One hundred and seventy years have passed since, and yet, society seems unwilling to accept this simple notion.

The Indian government has aimed for gender equality by passing the Sarda Act, Dowry Prohibition Act, among other, and has set up the Ministry of Women and Child Development. However, the Indian society still binds women to draconian gender norms and degrades her value. They often seem to forget that women are just as important to the development of society as men.

For centuries, men have taken center-stage, basking in the spotlight, while conveniently forgetting the women behind the scenes who worked hard for them to stand on it. A woman is an equal part of society and is not meant to be overshadowed by men. They are a man's companion, not their property. In the makings of a great state or country, a woman's contribution can never be overlooked.

Hence I urge every woman to stand strong. Fight for equal rights. Never feel inferior to anyone. Establish your identity in the society. Before a mother, sister, daughter or wife, you are first and foremost, a woman. A woman without whom the world is incomplete and without whom life cannot be possible.