We dedicate this post to the funnest “terminators” MICA has seen. We know PGP-16 was full of ‘em and then there’s PJComm and the evergreen picture terminations of Prateek Chhillar such as the one above. Disha’s point to be noted:
"I only hope that when we move on from here, to our workplaces, at home, and in the real world at large, we are able to see someone’s signed in, unattended laptop and LEAVE IT ALONE!"
Its a disease. The black plague that hit Micamail. A termination is a silly, and sometimes cruel prank, played on a Mican careless enough to have left his micamail page open, and signed in. What’s a terminator (not to be confused with time travelling robots) to do? What eventually ensues is a mail sent to the batch (both batches and CCC if the terminator is feeling adventurous and confident) that is bound to embarrass the owner of the fallen email id.
The length and content of the termination depends on:
The duration for which the concerned laptop is left unguarded
The creative inclinations of the terminator
Sometimes a long, and well crafted termination finds its way to our mailboxes, as in the case of Abhishek Shandilya’s palmistry one not so long ago. In other cases, just a subject line termination would suffice- like the EOI for the Govt. Of Bangladesh termination of Apan Singhal. While most terminations are harmless, some can be extremely cruel- like the ones announcing a deadline extension 5 minutes before a submission, when there isn’t one. The implications of such a termination can be horrifying. The terminatee is then subject to some 150 phone calls in the duration of those 5 minutes and is clueless about what’s going on because he/she was off submitting the assignment when the crime was perpetrated on his/her mailbox! Trust me, it has happened to me!
But what’s peculiar about terminations is that, unlike other crimes (if I may be so harsh), the terminatee ends up apologising to the community at large, and not the terminator. Every termination is followed by a brief, yet apologetic mail on behalf of the victim saying ‘terminated’. The terminator, however, if found, is let off scott free, to roam the hostels and classrooms to find more unattended laptops.
There are people like me, who have been terminated just a couple of times in the last two years. I suppose most people average about 8-10 times. But then, there are the terminally terminated like Aditya Singh and others- who are the constant targets of these terminators. There are days when micamail is just full of terminations. They are an integral and important part of spam.
While some are entertaining and others are mostly dumb, terminations are a special, fun part of micamail. I only hope that when we move on from here, to our workplaces, at home, and in the real world at large, we are able to see someone’s signed in, unattended laptop and LEAVE IT ALONE!
“Good bosses abuse employees in English. Bad bosses abuse employees in Hindi.”—MICA Strategy Management and Supply Chain Management faculty, Venkatramanan Krishnamurthy, being candid on more than one occasion. (via greenteanchocolate)
#31daysofMICA - (7th March, 2012) Colour Me Rainbow
"Our rooms, as much as it may annoy people back home, are really like our own home. They are where our most special and most personal MICA memories happened. Some rooms were masterpieces, others were, well, a dangerous combination of excess paint and excess enthusiasm. And all of them were fun."
Could it have been said any better?
And we did think it was imperative to include the monkey about to be mentioned below…Read on!
When for the first time I saw that people in MICA could actually paint their hostel rooms I was over the moon. Most of us come from places where, let alone painting an entire wall, our parents/landlords would throw a royal fit if tings as much as moved a quarter of a millimetre around. But MICA afforded you the power of customization. And why am I talking about it today? Litcomm has chosen to honour all those memories by giving us a them a special space in the yearbook and I couldn’t be happier! (If you haven’t sent it yet, go do that first, this blog can wait!).
I feel however, that there is a vicious cycle at play here in all this customization business. We paint our walls because the thought of living in a room with a boring white wall, and whitewash that gets on to everything, is horrifying. It’s like we’re in some sort of rehab resort (not that I’m really contesting either of the two words). This whitewash in turn, is put there by the admin because, well, we’ll paint over it anyway. I’m not sure how long this has been going on, but I suspect that if we manage to carefully scrape off every consecutive layer of paint and whitewash (no one ever removes the existing substance on the wall), we’d find a brilliant time capsule of sorts. The person, who lived in my room before, was enthusiastic enough to paint even all the light switches with wall paint! Traces of that brilliant yellow still peep out from corners left untouched by the whitewash. Below that are traces of a deep blue, maybe from the years before. Every layer says a little bit about the person who lived there. Remember the Bhagat Singh painting on Atin’s wall? Or the awesomely sinister collage that Anuja made? I made a monkey (but let’s not make too many connections with my own personality there!).
Our rooms, as much as it may annoy people back home, are really like our own home. They are where our most special and most personal MICA memories happened. Some rooms were masterpieces, others were, well, a dangerous combination of excess paint and excess enthusiasm. And all of them were fun. It wasn’t always a one-person job. Different people chipped in, and many more watched. We even toured each other’s hostels. In this end, we definitely left a hell of a mess for Chandwani to clean up after we’re gone.
I used to work for a retail company. Their supply chain systems were very inefficient. The supply chain manger was called to the COO’s office and was given a royal firing… “Do you know your cost? The amount we are paying just to hire you? What kind of return on investment is this? We are not saving anything….”
The supply chain manager, who was my boss, called me into his office. He said, “Do you know your cost? The amount we are paying just to hire you? What kind of return on investment is this? We are not saving anything….”
I went to my cabin and called all the people working under me - you know, young MBA graduates like you people. I told them, “Do you know your cost? The amount we are paying just to hire you? What kind of return on investment is this? We are not saving anything….”
#31daysofMICA - (6th March, 2012) Its not just a game
Following up on Disha’s insights into the sport as essential to MICA’s wellbeing, a march day dedicated to Badminton. Also, as an erstwhile resident of Parijat 24, I vouch that baddy AND the chilling-around-the-baddy-court-at-all-hours-of-the-day-and-night noises are yet to leave the brain :/
This is not a sport. It is arguably the single, most important activity that happens on campus. Who you are is what you play. And badminton, trumps all the other sports by being the most accessible game on campus.
The passion begins in those pre-the-week-that-shall-not-be-named days. Eager, to-be Micans had seen the Baddy court (as it is fondly called) on the GD-PI day and promptly carried along their racquets when they finally reached campus. What began as a simple evening sport, is a life changing event for some. Badminton is not a game for the light hearted.
Friendships were made on that court and rivalries were played out. And then there was Coxic Smash. That one, violent, ruthless and immensely entertaining SCAM event is the place to be for all MICA. Who can forget the pomp and splendour of the Mallu Marauders and the Bengali Bandits? Every point scored is a memory. That night will go down in history as one of the noisiest events of the year. How those guys managed to play, given the sheer racket (pun intended) their own fandom generated is beyond me. We cheered for our side, jeered the others. We won, we lost, we lived, we even had the brilliant refreshments that TD provided- all on that badminton court.
It also holds distinction as one of the sporting events that both genders on campus participate in whole heartedly. A special mention for Padmini and Apurva- both spectacular players- who have devoted hours of their life (and very recently, in Padmini’s case, her wrist too!) to the game.
It so became a part of the Mican way of life that former residents of Palash and Parijat (Rooms 1, 14 and 23 through 26) still hear the sound of the shuttlecock bouncing off eager racquets in the middle of the night. The ‘tock, pause, tock’ sound is something that will stay with them forever. No one outside of MICA would ever understand it. But badminton here, is not just a game.
“The thing about MICA is that it is extremely insidious. You never know when it permeates into your subconscious. I went home during the vacations. At some point during my visit, I misplaced my phone. I switched on my laptop, opened Micamail to facilitate the finding process… and then thought this.”—Shrey Chakravorty, MICA PGP-18, being nostalgic (via greenteanchocolate)
“Market Research is not rocket science. Unless you are researching about rockets.”—MICA Marketing Research and Consumer Behaviour faculty, Rajneesh Krishna, during his oft occurring light moments (via greenteanchocolate)
I wonder sometimes how MICA functioned before there was micamail. You can imagine MICA without any other single piece of infrastructure, except micamail. Even as you read this, many will have micamail open on the other tab. Its not that you use it all the time, but it’s reassuring to know it’s there, no?
Every once in a while, I refresh the page. Some permanent facets of the page invariably are- a random lost and found article, someone calling out for ‘Footy at 5’ and almost definitely, an input from Ashok Chauhan declaring the interest the Indian print media takes in the happenings on our campus.
I don’t open any of them. They are part of the 8,120 unread mails that are lying in my inbox right now. But I also don’t delete them. If you strung together every email sent from the time you fist accessed that account (after a particularly trying session with the IT guys), till date, you could find an interesting story to tell. Micamail is a kind of a ‘sutradhar’, if you will, of everything that happens here. The fights people had, the jokes they cracked, the assignments they auctioned for Shikari Chicken (read: Lakshmi & Rana) and the general mundane events that happened all through the day. I doubt there is any PGP1 batch in history, at least about 50% of which haven’t lost their umbrellas in the first term and dutifully reported it on micamail.
I also doubt there are too many people out there who haven’t been terminated. While that particular micamail activity is the subject for another blogpost, micamail for PGP17 spawned the very popular SISA awards (Annual Summer Internship SPAM Awards). While that brings many, many memories of the boredom of those initial internship days, it is a very grand celebration of micamail and how it enriches (!) our lives.
I opened the spam (and, of course, about half a dozen important mails) to read intense micamail discussions interrupted by Vamsi and Divyanshu’s private conversations. Then there was the time of ‘Babloooooooooo’ which began every internship week (for us as well as Ashok Chauhan, who most definitely must have been very puzzled!). And of course, there was TD, adding her two bits to the spam. There were also those mails that complaining about the large number of (unnecessary) assignments- that were inadvertently sent to the concerned faculty! This also led to the inclusion of a mandatory line adopted by all CoCos while sending mails-“Please note: This mail has also been marked to ‘insert Prof. Name’ and his/her RA”.
Very soon, our group id- email@example.com, will be lost. It will be passed on through generations of micans, just like it was handed down to us. But rest assured, the spamming will continue. Umbrellas will continue to be lost, and deadlines will continue to be extended. And legend has it, that long after we leave this campus, and get busy with the nitty-gritties of the real world, we will return- about a year later, with the words- “Tax return file kiya kya?”.
A little bit of mush never hurt anyone. But we gotta admit Valentine’s Day is a bit of a bummer outside of MICA. This year it especially seems to have left some swooning, yes, Amrita Korwar? Btw, we <3 your post. Here goes:
Is love really in the air a lot more this year or is it the effect of staying away from home that makes friends’ hearts grow fonder? Either way, for someone who could never give mush its due, this Valentine’s Day has panned out beautifully. The spirit caught up on the eve when Culcomm decided to paint our hostels red with lovestruck caricatures (and how!) Volunteers poured in to draw and paint and feel like kids again. Revisiting art class or joining in for the joy of it, regardless of their reasons, the mood caught on quick and it started to feel cheerful, festive, contagious…
Red hearts, string lights, rose petals, heart shaped balloons stringed overhead, the whole deal made for a splendid decor. And just watching Culcomm work so hard merely to make our lives that much happier increases my adoration so much! One can’t help but pitch in to give a hand and feel useful for a while ;)
If pictures are anything to go by, well, it was one amazing event with a HUGE turnout – unexpected. But I guess that’s what makes it that much more special. And while the couples swayed to the numbers, it started to feel worth the effort. It started to feel like love…
Making your private space your home holds a particularly enterprising meaning in MICA. It’s almost painful that these spaces exist as sand-clocks of another kind and must be wiped clean each year to accommodate new thoughts and expressions. They remain intact however, in their role as a conduit of the times that were, those that will come and those that are lived by the inhabitants even as they alter them with additions of their being. There’s no reason though, that they shouldn’t keep floating in our memories. We thus strive to curate what the rooms on campus are sporting on their walls, and what their residents have to say about them. Today our fancy is caught by Maltesh Ashrit’s dabbles with his wall. Here’s presenting: Palaash 18 - The other face of the wall
We basically went “???” to Ashrit and he says, "So everyone listens to music, everyone has an artist that he/she looks up to, and while one listens to the music of their choice they have an imagery formed in their minds through which they visualise and engage with the song. That artist for me is Pink Floyd and I wanted to reflect the thoughts while I listen to the songs on a "Wall". I wanted to create a wall that captured the spirit and the idea of a Pink Floyd song and thus create the psychedelic effect that are a trademark of Pink Floyd’s songs."
Ashrit (with more than a passion for photography himself and manages to capture all significant occurrences on campus) attempted to use the same imagery as used in Pink Floyd album art with pictures of their album covers, album arts, band pictures, pictures of Syd Barrett, concert posters, etc.
His second endeavour was to compliment the pictures with the sort of lighting which will create that effect. The rice lights, criss-crossed across the collage of pictures result in Pink Floyd artwork showcase of sorts.
So after all that work, how does he feel about it? He says, “…and when combined with the soothing, psychedelic music of Pink Floyd this is the place you want to be if you want to escape from the hustles of life. “
Right then, we’ll consider that to be an open invitation. Love the work Maltesh =)
There are (literally) hundreds of rooms to describe at MICA…while we try to capture their awesomeness… keep watching this space :)
31 days of MICA - (3rd March, 2012) Deadline Extension
Ahem. Let’s just say MICA has a universe of it’s own and it’s only natural that there will be a MICA Standard Time, yes? A perfect complement to this hilarious post by Disha is this sketch by Ankit Kalkar from PGP2. MICA deadlines seem to inspire all sorts of erm…work.
‘Deadline Extension’ are the words that make me refresh my micamail page every 5 minutes before a frantic last-minute submission. That one email from the CoCo is like a gift of life to those who started working on the EOD submission at about 8:30pm.
The deadline- usually an insignificant date is announced about a month before when the professor gives the assignment. It is a strategically chosen date (quite understandably by class consesnsus) so that it doesn’t fall on any day already claimed by Placecomm, MICANVAS, Sankalp, SCAM, Culcomm, MLS, MCR, Litcomm…well, you get the picture. It would also be preferable if it weren’t anyone (or their respective love interest’s birthday) on that day. But this date however, has as little influence on the Mican life….up until 48 hours before. That is when the CoCo or professor (depending on the severity of the situation) hits the panic button. This is when the CoCo is then to make all attempts to push the deadline.
The pushing of the deadline is a very complex process. While I have personally never had to do it, the CoCo (and in the case of the dissertation, MCSA) that successfully pushes the deadline to a more acceptable date go down in history as some of the most successful Micans of the batch.
The plea for the deadline extension is presented alongside many, sincere and earnest (sounding) reasons. But usually, the reason for actually pushing the deadline may be:
»There is an even bigger assignment due on the same/previous/next day (which will also be postponed)
»There is/was a party
» No one remembered the assignment till like just now!
» It was holi and we had too much bhang.
» Everyone is holidaying in Diu (in case of group submissions)
» We all thought it was EOD, but it was actually ‘Hard Copy to Chintan Shah at 5pm’
» The library was shut
Ok, the last one is fake, but while the reasons seem bizarre and almost amusing, their legitimacy will not be apparent to those that have never been to MICA. The ‘first deadline’ is a phrase coined for us. It is merely a humbly suggested date when the professor would be pleased to see your submission. It is by no means binding. The students know it, the professor knows it. Probably Chintan Shah also knows it. The MICA deadline will always stand as a symbol for those many, many hours spent refreshing micamail, and whiling away time, till the CoCo brings us and our assignments, the glorious gift of time.
In celebration of the newly stocked Chhota (Thank You Amitbhai) and in mourning of the one hour that Chhota was shut today for “maintenance” which led to frantic door-to-door begging of food, Disha Pinge presents:
Chhota. That one small (quite literally) word that could describe my whole time here at MICA- every midnight conversation, every steaming cup of chai (that RK would most definitely call ‘kadak aur meethi’), those tyre swings.
In fact, in my head, the image of Chhota will always be that one Rana made in PGP1. That picture has been used and overused so many times, that I don’t even need to link it into this post. Oh what the hell, you’re gonna google it anyway! Here you go!
This morning every one walked up to Chhota to see that glorious sight- a refrigerator filled with cold drinks, the shelf full of chips and biscuits and of course, the one, most coveted, special snack- Maggi. I wolfed down one at about 11am this morning (don’t judge me!) and thought of all those things this place means to us. It is the place so many people shot to fame- an alumni directory of the who’s who of MICA’s gastronomic geniuses. The Imran of the Sandwich, the Anish of the Paratha, the Manvi of the rice- go down in history as the most popular Micans of all time.
But the list doesn’t end there. The names of the dishes of Chhota tell the tale of what so many people experienced there- sitting on those benches, day and night, sharing stories and lives betweek cigarette puffs and sips of Nimbu Paani. Chaar Palaash, the Crafting, the Ghosal Thali- every one of one tasty story waiting to be told. It doesn’t matter that the ‘Italian’ (as it is fondly called) has absolutely nothing to do with Italy. Neither does the Manchurian hail from China. All that mattered was that at 2am, when we walked up to Chhota, Kishorbhai always had something ready.
I’ve fought with Lakshmi over the one perfectly aligned tube (that would retire to its crooked ways in a day or so), I’ve spend many solitary afternoons there with just the chai. I have screamed over the counter when the mess made South Indian (ugh!).
Chhota is so much more than just a culinary alternative on campus. It is the stuff a Mican is made of. The fact that it becomes a big part of culturalization is no coincidence. Being the only official smoking area on campus, you can find Matthew here more than in his office! And it always, always has Nimbu Pani.
I dedicate this post to whose birthday happened to fall on this day- Neha Kulkarni. Neha is one of the people who make MICA what it is for me. She is probably the most understatedly awesome person I have ever met. I know the looks I’ll get when she reads this, but I know I’ll miss her like hell! I will avoid going on and on about her though (for fear of borrowing too much from that dreaded thing called the testimonial) but her birthday was definitely a good start to the end of our days at MICA.
But this post is also a dedication to the one MICA phenomenon that is associated with a lot of people (including Neha)- the walk. The MICA walk is many things. It is an indicator of relationships to be for, it is a gossip session in itself for others, it is a desperate, intermittent, and mostly unsuccessful attempt by some others to lose weight.
A very wise soul once said, that Facebook should have a relationship status exclusively for MICA called ‘is taking walks with’. The walk- a simple act of traversing the path from the cricket ground, past Chhota, around the football field, through the parking lot, all the way till Nescafe and back- has been the cause and location of many friendships that erupted in discreet corners of Palaash, Parijat and Silver Oak. It is also the cause of many a love that bloomed on campus (and sometimes met an early demise) and also of many, many discussions of everything under the sun. In the same breath, we talked about placement woes and whether they’ll make biryani in the mess tonight. It was where we fought over what-letter-of-the-alphabet school MICA is.
The walk in MICA, for whatever it means to all of us, will always be a special memory. We’ll remember those precise moments when we discovered each other and (for want of a better cliché), ourselves.