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Choosing CBS:- The Road less travelled by..

 

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Born and brought up in East Delhi, I usually wandered around the streets of Karkardooma, Vivek Vihar and the not so posh area of Jhilmil where taking your own four wheeler was a horrifying nightmare. And hence, I used to gear up my Hero Maestro, cut through lanes, pass the Leela mesmerized by its beautiful structure, a structure that was very hard to find anywhere near East Delhi and enter the bustling area of Jhilmil trying to differentiate one street from another in order to reach my destination, the destination being my place of fun, my cousin’s house! Little did I know that sandwiched between the Leela and the hugely difficult to pass through streets of Jhilmil stood a college, a college operating out of a government school building. It was around 2 years back, in June 2015 that I got to know which college I had seen, a college that was more difficult to get into than the overcrowded streets of Jhilmil, the only difference being that here only people who had a Lamborghinious mind would enter, people who stood out from the rest, unlike my Hero Maestro. I knew that a year later, after completing my 12th, I would again be out in the streets of Jhilmil, but little did I know that this time the destination would be different, the destination would be something I dreamt of; dreamt of for my career, not for fun ( like I did for my cousin’s place), that the destination would be that same college, and that I would realize that Lamborghini could be my cup of tea.

Shaheed Sukhdev College of Business Studies or CBS as it is popularly ( or not so popularly) known has made a huge name for itself in the field of management in a very short period of time. The college completes 30 years of existence this year (2017). The college is the go to college for every management aspirant and with a meagre 250-300 seats for its two coveted courses, BMS and BBA(FIA), students who get through the college rightly are the Lamborghinis of the country. I knew none of this, but as every 12th standard kid does, I researched to find my prospective colleges. Various names appeared, including top north campus colleges best for commerce education and various private institutes which conduct their own entrances. However, one routine day when I visited my maternal grandparents’ house, the usual college talk started and it was in the midst of this talk that I heard the name CBS. Barely covered by newspapers that focus on sky-high cut offs, CBS was quietly making its name as a professional college which accepted students on the basis of an entrance. When I met my fellow colleagues at CBS the lack of media attention for the college was highlighted by the fact that a very few number of students’ parents knew about CBS. But again, this was a perk of being a Yamuna Paari, my whole family knew about CBS and it was courtesy them that I had this dream of getting into it.

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A whole year passed, Boards were done and the results came. I had done well, in fact pretty well. But, I was not satisfied. My dream was to crack JAT and get into CBS. I had this certain feeling, a feeling of accomplishment, of pride that I got just from the name, SHAHEED SUKHDEV COLLEGE OF BUSINESS STUDIES. I had googled about the college everyday during my 12th, certainly more than what I had ever googled about the other Shaheed Sukhdev, the legendary freedom fighter. And hence the preparation for the entrance started. The day came, 20th June when I had to showcase whether I was capable enough to get into the college I dreamt about. The entrance went well, and all I waited for were the results. Meanwhile, I had cracked every North campus college, Even the very best. I took admission in the top commerce college of the country, but at the back of my mind was the anxiety, the nervousness of the JAT results, which not many would experience after cracking the topmost commerce college of the country.  But then the day came, it was 18th July, The JAT results were out, and I had got a decent rank, a rank I knew was enough to get me into the college I dreamt about. I consulted many people whether to go for CBS or the other college I had gotten into, and most had conflicting viewpoints portraying merits and demerits of both. But, finally I chose. I chose learning and development over North Campus life, I chose good academics and brilliant society exposure over the best fest. I chose to create a legacy instead of following an already existing one. I chose my dream. I chose CBS. It might have been a difficult, almost stupid decision for many, but then I knew. I knew following one’s dreams was not stupid.

It’s been a year since that decision, and there’s not been a day that I have regretted the decision. All the merits that people said have turned out to be true. The excellent faculty and the competitive society culture really develops you. It develops you to grow from a Lamborghini to a Boeing, a Boeing that has all the sky to itself, a Boeing that can scale massive heights, a Boeing that does not ply on busy roads, but in a free sky waiting to be conquered.

And now, I am ready for an ever better  experience, an experience that will lead me to another side of Delhi; to Rohini, our new campus.

DARPAN JAIN

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From Globalization to Nationalization

Olé, Olé sang the voices

And everyone thought they would have more choices,
Countries lifted their trade barriers,
And suddenly, there was more work for the international carriers.


Thus, began the sharing of resources,
And the nations had to deal with more economic forces.
Not only goods, but people, capital and information also travelled,
In alien countries, they unravelled. 



And the tourism industry started to boom,
No longer were the tour guides in gloom.
Harvard, Yale and stanford started getting more enrolments,
And the students from low income countries started getting their desired placements.


The MNCs now had new markets,
And the job seekers got more chances.
And so Everyone was happy with the situation,

But then stuck a realisation. 



Not only was the balance of payments in negative,
But the loss of jobs in the homeland was imperative.
The citizens after a long wait started getting restless,
And hence, there was no place; no place that the migrants felt was harmless.


Not wasting any time, the ‘developed ones’ took a decision,
And Soon after, the borders were closed down with the utmost precision.
Goodbye, they said to Globalization
And this is how began the wave of Nationalization.


PS:- The poem is centered around the current wave of nationalization and the populist movements that has taken over the world, including  western countries such as the United Kingdom, The USA and certain other parts of Europe.

Darpan Jain

Private Schools:- The New Profit Making Organizations. 

​A few days ago, I saw a circular that my sister got from her school, same school where I completed my +2 as well. The circular in very bold, attractive letters had the heading, ‘Career Counselling‘, which could interest any parent in an instance. My parents did not read too much into it, as they usually leave all these career counselling things for my younger sibling to me, which is logical as I am three years elder to her and have a better knowledge about what would be suitable for her at this present time, keeping in mind her interests. I procrastinated about reading the circular ( as I usually do :p), but then ultimately got rid of my laziness and started reading it.

 The school was tying up with a career counselling service company which apparently had mentored and guided several thousands of other students and had previous tie ups with hundreds of reputable institutions. The company, predictably was the same company that had given these services to the school at the time I was in my +2 years as well. For the entire 2 years, I had an account with the company, that was supposed to have weekly webinars and other services that would enable me to make a better informed decision regarding my college. In the few times I logged into my account on the company’s platform, I saw various college names, all of which had been ranked by the fellow users ( and other people). Unsurprisingly, there were a few institutions which were sponsored and always appeared at the top of the ‘desired top colleges’ list with a rating of around 4.5-5 stars out of 5, which serves onto explain how commerce and profit making is the thing of utmost importance, even more important than correctly guiding a student regarding his future. Still, I thought that the initiative taken by the school was in good spirits, indeed to help the students. 

However, when I saw the circular that my sister got, I found something very surprising. The school was charging an annual fee of ₹240 for the services of the same company, which were provided to our batch free of cost. This annual charge was not an ‘option’ that the students could avail of, it was a mandatory thing. All that the student had to do was to get the circular signed by the parents, bring ₹240 and hope that for the upcoming year these ₹240 would guide them to the correct path. ₹240 seemed such a small amount. An amount that provided so much more utility to the parents who trusted the school and wanted a bright future for their child, the parents who thought Career counselling was the boon they were looking for ; and the student, the student who thought that perhaps things would be a little clearer in his head now. 

But, obviously the school is as much an organization as the company, and obviously the tag of a ‘not for profit organization’ isnt going to stop it from tying up with companies and reaping profits, even though it plays on the hopes of those parents, rich or poor, who think enrolling in a private school would surely increase the chances of a brighter future for both; their child and they.
As a student of the same school, the school which I deeply respect for making me the person I am today, I perhaps should not care about a few extra bucks that the parents might have to spend, right? I think the same, but then I do my math. Assuming that there are 1000 students in the school and the school takes an annual charge of ₹240 from each of them, the school gets an impressive ₹240000 in its pocket in a year. And mind it, this is only a single service that I am pointing out here. There are several such services already added to your fee, and then there are the payment charges to get your I Card! Yes, to get your I card, you have to pay!  Not only this, it would take me a whole another article to point out the menace of under the table funding just to get pre primary class admissions into private schools. And also hiring teachers on temporary basis and paying them less than the standard salary rate. 
It is sad that the schools which legally are ‘not for profit organizations’ and are socially  considered as ‘holy places’ are neither not for profit nor holy. There is no doubt that some schools do provide quality education, which indeed helps you in shaping your future, but that is what a school is there for. There certainly is no rational behind justifying these extra charges on the pretext of providing quality education. 

Darpan Jain

A Tribute To India’s Wall:- Rahul Dravid. 

The Wickets were falling,

And the scoreboard was crawling,

It was Australia who were beating us,

And everybody was ready to board the team bus.


Mcgrath, Lee and Gillespie were aiming for the heads, 

No one could sleep easily in their beds.

Warne and Macgill were making us dance,

 No one believed we had a chance.


But then Came in a lean batsman, 

And he proved to be our batman.

Though we were not The Gotham City,

 and he certainly not Christian Bale,

But as he played Aussies faces’ started turning pale.


And he batted, and batted, and batted forever, 

And everyone started believing in the endeavour.

It was courtesy he that we won,

And against a mighty Australia it certainly was our first one.


It was sad to see him in the shadows Of the Master Blaster,

But deep inside we know, He was the pivot to our Coaster.

And then the Aussies said that they had the greatest team of them all,

Back went an echoing reply that we had something else, Dravid:- The Wall

PS:- This poem is dedicated to Rahul Dravid’s 180 run innings against Austraila at the Eden Gardens, which helped India save the test match even after following on with a deficit of 274 runs. 

-Darpan Jain


A Tribute to ‘F.R.I.E.N.D.S.’

A known face,
in strange crowd.
A ray of hope,
In dark clouds.
And whenever a friend,
I try to define
thoughts of you 
come to my mind.

In the walk of life, you always find that one friend who is ditzy yet kind and childlike, the one who is competitive yet caring, the one who is the class clown and loves to make everyone laugh, the one who is arrogant yet genius of all times, the one who is a pushover yet sweet and lovable, the one who is silly yet good-natured and golden hearted. All the ones who you love and treasure just like the characters of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.- Phoebe, Monica, Chandler, Ross, Rachel and Joey. These fictional characters are too real to be a fantasy in the life of every F.R.I.E.N.D.S. fan. They are truly relatable. Although, the whole series was made more than a decade ago yet it fits in today perfectly. The more you watch it the more you fell in love with each of the six characters. No matter what is your taste, whether mystery, thriller or supernatural, this light-hearted sitcom will make you feel elated as with friends, life is worth living.

With friends, every moment in life is a celebration. They are the ones with whom you share your happiness. The ones who know why you are gloomy. The ones who embarrass you. The ones who steal the spotlight in front of your parents. The ones who are your parachute when you fall. The ones who insult you for no apparent reason. The ones who are ecstatic when you smile. The ones who support you even when you are being insensible. The soft pillow when you cry. The hard push when you are demotivated. The ones who are your partner in crime. The ones you love.


-Mohini Bindal


Should Illegitimate Children be accepted by the society? 

Live In relationships, Hook ups and more divorces are some things which are increasing as India follows not only the Western model of Privatisation, and economic growth, but also the Western culture and their way of living. One often questions the morality of such concepts and whether these are destroying the Indian culture and indeed spoiling the youth. 

The result of all these things including sex outside marriage and pre-marital sex is often the ‘looking down upon’ by the society. However what one misses is that in some cases all these things may lead to a certain new soul entering this world. This soul, the ‘illegitimate child‘ as we call it, undergoes typically from what we call, ‘Suffering for the misdeeds of others’. Now, I am not saying all the above mentioned things are necessarily misdeeds, but that was just a way of putting it. 
Coming back to our original question, should this new soul, the ‘illegitimate child’ be accepted by the society? There are two sides to it, as they are to every story, and like a good newspaper column, this article would also depict both the sides. 
Accepting an illegitimate child, as people say would encourage such false practices and immoral behaviour, which is not necessarily true, but yes, true to a certain extent. Also, the child sometimes is a result of a ‘momentary mistake’ on the part of either the boy or the girl and not a result of true love as sometimes initially both of them think, which renders the future of the child in jeopardy if the original parents are not there to take care of it. This is all the more obvious because the child already faces discrimination and iltreatment from the society and only its original parents can fight this discrimination and help their child grow properly. The growth here is an important point because this illegitimate child rarely has all those conditions which are conducive for growth and hence, ends up being merely an addition to the ever increasing human population and not someone who could achieve something substantial in life. 
On the other hand, the discrimination and insecurity that the parents and the illegitimate child face due to a ‘momentary mistake’ between the parents is a bit too harsh. Okay, we accept that the mistake has been done, but punishing and putting the child’s future in jeopardy for a thing that has happened in the past is certainly not a way forward. The child did not commit a mistake, and the winning sperm certainly did not know that this wasnt the right time to win the race. Little did he know that winning this race, would make it end up losing the bigger race, the race called ‘life‘.   If we consider that the child was not a momentary mistake, but that the parents took a decision because they love each other and do not regret conceiving the child and can handle and nurture the child well, then shouldn’t the society slowly set aside the prejudice and the bias and support the child?  We will leave this question to be answered by the readers.

PS
:- Supreme Court in a landmark ruling in 2014 stated that children conceived outside the marriage or when unmarried should not be considered ‘illegitimate’ as soon as the men and the women have a relationship ( can be live in relationship as well), thus, breaking down the link between marriage and the right to have children.  However, a child born to a single mother or a child conceived without any relationship between the father and the mother remains a grey area. 

We commend this progressive ruling by the Supreme court, however India as a country  still lacks far behind the Western countries where a child reproduced by a single mother is also legitimate. 

Note:- The above article is written from the point of view of the Indian society where most people still consider a child outside marriage as illegitimate, which though legally is not true, but results in the child as well as the parents facing discrimination and iltreatment from the society.
Darpan Jain 

Love Hurts

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Love hurts,
it makes the life worst.
It is considered neccessity of earth,
because of it one forgets life’s worth.
It turns life into sin,
and it gulps everything.
It seems innocent at its birth,
but soon changes into a monster.
It makes you hate your life,
and stabs you with knives.
It is a happiness which brings sorrow,
not today then tommorrow.
It depresses, causes tension.
It kills in a way no one can imagine.
It can never be trusted, it is very clever,
it is a devil’s book with holy cover.
It rusts the heart.
It is a demons art.
It is a devil inside the body of angel.
It is a life taking thing without the sign of danger.
It stops working of one’s mind and heart.
It’s not only blind but deaf.
It makes you forget even how to breath.
Love hurts it makes your life worst….

P.S. artwork and poem by Mohini Bindal