The Mystery of Poona becomes Badminton: Solve the case along!

*Clue: Please follow the dates religiously.

"Men (and that includes the entire humankind. no sexual biases) hate birds."
11th April
On one fine morning in the year 1843 in the city of Pune (then known as Poona), Captain David Collingwood went out for an evening walk. Like all the other days for the past 3 years, he had had his afternoon nap; and then he had got up confused, asking his wife if it were evening or morning. Ms David Collingwood (like always) was ready with her usual answer, or the lack of it. Not caring about the mistreatment captain was subjected to, he went out for the walk. Following the same old gloriously inglorious path, he noticed that the banyan tree had grown by 3.367 inches in the last three years. He also secretly noticed that some of the flowers had changed colors. Since while noticing he was also walking, he reached junction x.
9th April
Ms Rosemary David Collingwood accused her husband that he lacked creativity because he never took the unknown path. This was the second last statement of the conversation (last being: could you please pass me the meat?). The conversation began with the game of "dear wifey, you tell me my weaknesses, and then I'll tell yours; in the end, we'll have a discussion on each of them; and later we'll try to improve ourselves on the basis of the decided terms." There was no tossing of coins; the wife began. And soon the game turned into the second most popular game among men (and that includes the entire humankind. no sexual biases): "dear wifey, you tell me my weaknesses, and then you shout back at me; later, you hit me while abusing me; then I'll finish my dinner and go to sleep only after you do the same."
18th April
Poona is formed.
11th April
Captain David Collingwood chose the unknown path to walk. While moving forward, Captain met three people/people-like organisms: one, a little Indian kid who was eating gola; two, three English girls playing battledore and shuttlecock (an early form of baddy); and third, a talking bird. The talking bird started laughing at captain. It/he/she belonged to zimosysis category of birds who have always found men (you know whom) funny. Captain, keeping his Englishness intact, lost his cool. He rushed back to the place where the three girls were playing; took one of the rackets; and reached back to only find the laughing bird flying away.
The following week, he kept on thinking about the bird. And seven days hence, his anger resulted in what you call today Badminton.
*He called it Poona.


Solve the mystery. Be Sherlock Hommy. Get a pat on the back from the person closest to you (ask him to do so).
The "Solve the Mystery" question:
Who is Rosemary?
a. A Flower.
b. Principal, St Joseph's School.
c. Captain Collingwood's Alter Ego.
d. None of the above.

Thank you Captain David Collingwood for the game of badminton. It's because of you that SIBM Badminton Team went to Pune to play Poona (alias Badminton).
Our Team:

1. Akhilesh Agarwal
2. Vivek Kumar Singh
3. Munish Bansal
4. Prashant Vaish
5. Sampada Vasishta
6. Nisha Sullia
7. Niharika
8. Gayatri
Coach: Titus Raju
The team made us all proud by reaching the semi-finals stage.


By Jitesh Sharma

JAZZ / 5-A-SIDE FOOTBALL: MY EXPERIENCES

Mr Rao once said, "Son, it's not about winning; it's about not losing." Actually, it's not about not losing; it's about winning.

Intuitive explanation to my conclusion, as opposed to Mr Rao's:

Mr Rao is my neighbor. I hate him. He hates me. I do opposite of all he says. So, it's about winning.

Logical explanation to my conclusion, as opposed to Mr Rao's:

Few years back, Rhonda Byrne, an Australian writer, came out with a film named 'The Secret', wherein she said that this existence is like a computer that doesn't read the word 'NOT'. So, if you say: I do NOT want to eat Rasgullas. You will actually end up eating Rasgullas. So when Mr. Rao asks me to believe - it's not about losing; the universal/natural/rhonda-byrnal computer understands: it's about losing. And as per her theory, it'll propagate a chain reaction that'll end up with my losing. So, it's about winning.

The logic behind this logic is an assumption.

Now, this brings me to the second question of the day: How does human brain function?

Answer is: it's not important. What's relevant here is Christopher Nolan's character Arthur (portrayed by Joseph Gordon-Levitt in the movie Inception). Arthur explained in the movie, when you try not to think about an object X, you actually end up thinking about it.

So, when I try thinking not to think about not losing, I actually end up thinking about not losing. But since NOT is not heard. So I end up losing.

But I am also thinking about winning. So like the dear positron-electron clash that resulted in all of this confusion that you live in, the big computer up there, in deep confusion, pukes out a confused result: neither do I win, nor do I lose; I come second.

Brief explanation of the above data:

The Extra-Curriculars Committee had organized Jazz: A Cultural Extravaganza (Song/Dance/Fashion Show Competition). The competition was fierce, but in the end we did have some winners, including me: 2nd in western solo (thank you).

Also, we had a 5-a-side football tournament where the SIBM-B seniors defeated SIBM-B juniors (which included me - thanks) by a narrow margin in a closely competed final.

But before this blog turns into a marketing mix to sell myself, I must list out the other winners:

JAZZ:

Indian Category (Singing)

1. Gargi Koyande

2. Rajeev Ranjan

Western Category (Singing)

1. Rohini Bagchi

2. Jitesh Sharma

Dance (Winners): SIBM-B's Bhangra Group

Fashion (Winners): SIMC-B

5-a-side football (Winners): SIBM-B seniors

*Most of it shouldn't make sense.

By Jitesh Sharma

The Story of the Bomb

It's been more than a month, and I am pretty much late to give another insight into my days here (at Bangalore). It's not because am lazy, nor because my typing speed is that slow, and neither because I am scared of the over-usage of computers because of the dangerous electromagnetic waves they send that can harm your brain cells (it's a joke).

By the way, it's (the Bangalore experience) all been awesome.

The month was hectic; the month was fun. I won't write chronologically because I've lost sense of time; but I will write.

The Story of the Bomb: SYMBLAZE

Our very vibrant Extra Curriculars Committee came up with an idea of a party to welcome the Batch of 2010-12, which as I had said before - is very enthusiastic. The freshers' party was a clear-cut insight into their (our) enthusiasm, for completely different reasons depending on your age and mentality. The music was loud; the party, louder.

Symblaze 2010

And our Batch was not a disappointment. Not even close:

But this doesn't justify the title. After the unlimitedly infinite fun and a wonderfully delicious dinner, came in some unexpected visitors. I remember, I was holding the dinner-plate in my hands, thinking what came first - the chicken or the egg, that three masked guys (who looked like the ones you find in movies like Resident evil) rushed in, asking us to leave the place. Someone had shown his creativity or the lack of it by doing a prank call, informing the police that a bomb had been placed. We evacuated the place like the sincere beings we are. And after the prankness of the call was hence-proved, the enthusiasm took over yet again. And the party was back to party.

Overall, it was one memorable experience. One of those on which short, amateur movies are made.

By Jitesh Sharma