Mackichan Hall Superstar

Hardly a month passes by in which there is not something new in Mackichan Hall. What was merely a bold idea of the Rev. Dugald Mackichan yesterday has launched into reality today. The achievement would not be possible without creative thinking. There is an image of Mackichan Hall that is firmly set in many Wilsonians. Having said that, Mackichan Hall is a home away from home. Academics are merely related to books but this hostel offers a kind of pragmatic perspective which is unmatched simply due to the congregation of students not only from different courses but also from various parts of the country. Secular, isn’t it?

Ubiquitous languages, sixty odd rooms, sixty odd students, one spectacular event. Mackichan Hall has put itself on show, is even showing off a bit. There are captivating examples to be found in its pavilion, on the stages and at various events: the imposing instead of the ironic, vision instead of tradition.

The Hostel is unlike any other as it grooms its residents from day one. Every resident absorbs and inculcates the soul of this archaic settlement. And this experience is enhanced by dynamic and seasoned ‘inmates’ who work together in the furtherance of the revered nomenclature.

Mackichan Hall is a management course offering unpaid internship. A close student-student interaction helping in developing case studies and research projects: about life! It is the invisible lubricant that propels the wheels of life. Social networking is one key advantage spiritually attained here. The ultimate enlightenment!

It’s a show, a window onto the world, an attractive landmark - Mackichan Hall has it all. Stroll around it and you will get the feeling that everything is interconnected. The world of Mackichan Hall, a network of thoughts, like the spreading roots of trees. The structure of this exhibition is designed to be transitory in nature and, by the end of the year, all that will remain will be the memories.

Yours truly is a student of economics, as a major, and what I have gained from this home away from home is: efficient allocation of resources, monetary management, a working example of the investment multiplier and human resource development – ignore the jargons!

I am a Mackichan Knight. What’s your excuse…?

5th February 2005

http://www.mackichanhall.com/

"We The Lab Rats..."

http://sabrang.com/news/2007/11sep07.htm

Mumbai has changed since the 1992-93 riots. I was 10 at the time and since that day I had always feeling that the city lives on the starting gun of a tense predicament of a volcanic violence about to erupt anytime. It was said of the September 11 attacks that the action was a resultant of an apathetic junk culture that prevailed in the country for almost a decade where the OJ Simpson trial and the Clinton sex story grabbed the headlines monotony. In case you have missed the previous statement, I'll reiterate, Apathy. Ten years of oblivion and then the American Dream was introduced to Freddy Kruger.

The Mohalla Committee is an acknowledgement of a convenient divergence and distraction from the mainstream ideology of the proper channelised look towards the riots. It sounds like a 15 minute session with a psychiatrist where the only concern is how the sessions are to be prolonged. Once the session stops, the only question would be - What would be the withdrawal effects?

Suketu Mehta, in his book 'Maximum City', has put the city on show the actions in front of eyes our are superficial and intentions are well concealed. Has anyone wondered why the hell Madanpura (an area of Mumbai Central) has stored anti-aircraft guns for and where and how in blazes do they come in from?

What was the motive? "You could keep the guns as long as you do not use them..."

I felt that this was an important question which will never be answered and blind estimations consider the imperativeness of the Mohalla Committee.

It has been 15 years on since the plague but I would always wonder - What about the rats that carried it?

Silence

Opinions are like heat-seeking missiles, revenue of mere reinforcement of the thoughts you would agree with. Look the other way and you would enlighten yourself with the blinding eclipse of a reflective contemplation.

Hush…

Peaceful, serene thought provoking and with the air of a distinguishable anomaly from a noisy abnormality, paints a picture of a canvas so vivid and vibrant like those of the empty spaces on a clear blue sky. The endearing wait is for the rain clouds, expected past the sunlight on this clear blue sky, to light the sky with a noisy clap and crack it open and let it run like a leaky faucet. Drip, drip is the subsequent sound of annoyance. God is the only plumber and he has thrown away his wrench. The water rises to the neck and chaotic scenes subdue parched minds.

A feeble yet annoying drip leads to a chaotic drowning.

So please feel free to Shut Up!