Lights. Camera. RCNM.

Metamorphosis. Stage 1: The Caterpillar “Caterpillar in the tree How you wonder who you'll be Can’t go far but you can always dream Wish you may and wish you might Don't you worry hold in tight I promise you there will come a day…” A day out of this monotonous schedule is all I need… Class. College. Home. Repeat. Are you kidding me? Is this how my life is going to be for all these so called college years ? Don’t give up yet. The change that you’ve been waiting for might be knocking at your very own doorstep. Go on! Open the door! Like what you see? Stage 2: The Pupa “I've been so wrapped up in my warm cocoon But something's happening, things are changing soon I'm pushing the edge, feeling it crack And once I get out, there's no turning back…” Transition incoming! You’ve dared and opened the door finally. And whom do you see standing in front of you? RCNM. Had heard a lot about this one. What? RCNM ...

* curtains open * Piggy: Gosh! Y’all are still kids to be fighting like cats and dogs! Mature up may be? Doggy: May be not. Piggy, sorry but you are sweating like a Pig! Run a bath may be? Kitty: Yes and also because you are as fat as a pig stop pigging out all the time may be? Piggy: I am not…   * silence * Doggy: Hahaha. The cat got your tongue, Piggy? Donk: Ah! I’m tired of this daily ruckus. Y’all are such a pain for this ass. Shut up may be? Kitty: May be not. You won’t understand it Donk. Get back to your donkey work may be? Donk: May be not. Change your attitude may be? Doggy: May be not. We’ll change when the pigs start flying may be? Kitty: Piggy can fly? But how?? Tell me how??? I need to know before… * Kitty drops dead * Doggy: What’s wrong with her now? Donk: Curiosity, Doggy. Curiosity killed the cat. Doggy: What??? Piggy: Don’t worry, Doggy. Every dog has it’s day. Today, enjoy yours. ...

You don’t need to be a newspaper-addict to have realized by now that something’s going on – or should I say, going wrong – in the country of Greece. So why should you care about some ancient Mediterranean nation that you last heard of from your history teacher? Why has Greece suddenly become the center of attraction for the global media vultures? Does this money-talk sound all Greek to you? Well, hopefully you’ll feel a bit more enlightened after reading this through. This tragic tale started in 2001, when several European nations agreed to replace their currencies with a new, common currency – the Euro. This group of nations came to be known as the Eurozone and Greece was a part of it. For joining the Eurozone, a country needed to be economically well off. If a country with massive debts would adopt the Euro, then it would negatively affect all the other nations using the Euro. Now, Greece had been spending more money than they could earn (it’s called running a fiscal deficit) a...

PC versus Consoles! A debate rocking the gaming community since ages! Let’s have a go at it. Bear in mind what you read further shall be “RAW”. As RAW as uncooked meat! RAW with the arrogance of a PC Gamer who looks down upon the Console peasants as inferior beings. Because it shall be portraying how stupid and ignorant console gamers are. How crappy consoles are! How valid and apt the terms “Console Peasants” and “PC Master Race” are! Now if you are a console peasant reading this, be ready to have an epiphany about your stupidity. I am a true blue blood PC gamer and “I’ma be shuttin’ yu console gamurz up”. I was in 4 th grade when I purchased my first gaming console. The PS2! Yes I was naïve back then. Pardon me for this sin that I committed because ever since, I am trying to get rid of the taint this act of mine had inflicted upon me. Having broken my controller within a month of having purchased the console, I have had that waste of money locked in my cupboard ever si...

 “You can’t skip this Salman Khan movie just to watch that stupid Jamie Oliver Show. X auntie’s Facebook post says the message behind it is eye-opening.” “Shut up already about Greece dude, I need to tell you about how much of a pain this random girl is.” “How dare you worry about the systems based on oppression and not care about bettering your outer appearance that’s not going to last that long anyway?” * Uncomfortable silence at dinner tables across the country * . . . This year we bring to you, THE BLANK SHEET: OF AN UNTERRIFIED TEENAGER, a blog about things that deserve attention by someone that is the most condescendence-worthy inconvenience and the most petrifying fear of today’s average adult: A TEENAGER WITH POLITICAL OPINIONS. * Aunties sitting at kitty party let out a collective gasp * Don’t get us wrong. We are not here to rant about how misunderstood we are. Or how ignored a lot of times. We aren’t saying that we know everything ab...

Disclaimer: This article doesn't mean to trivialize any real-life event and does not intend to offend victims of the Holocaust, atomic bombs and the men who died in the war. Read only if you wouldn’t get easily offended. 1939-1945 was a truly remarkable period in the history of mankind. Chefs and Gourmets were making all the news as the world continued to get hungrier. Mealtime wasn't a routine dining room affair anymore. It was a full-scale war. The world was bursting with gluttony and a few men chose to take advantage. In 1933, Adolf Hitler of Germany became a celebrity chef and threw a grand party only for Germans. It came to be known as the Nazi Party. He loved all food and drink, except the juice. He despised the juice because every time he would drink some, the glass would slip, leaving the liquid dripping from his iconic moustache. And he didn't like that. That's when he gave the order to his countrymen - kill all the juice! In a cruel an...

“Genius is perseverance. While genius doesn’t entirely consist of editing, But without editing it’s pretty useless.” Writing brings tranquility to my troubled soul. I could write for hours even on the trifling topics. Or may be just on the trifling topics (:P). At such instances, words became nothing but my old, sympathetic acquaintances. Without bringing any changes, these drafts were kept at places where only I could visit them. But if not so, if there were people who were supposed to read them, then I was forced to be imprisoned behind those bars which were nothing but my former intentions; and be under the surveillance of that abusive warden who was but my own neuroticism. But no longer do I hold such views so strongly… Last year, when I worked as a departmental executive for the Editorials Avenue of Rotaract Club of NM College, I unfolded something new. While editing, I used to often find some bewitching presents which had never crossed my mind earlier, which did put me ...