The Fine Print Issue Five, November 2014 | Página 6

However, all of this would be what people generally do. My fellow press club members though, they’re a class apart smarter, wittier and I couldn’t hold a candle to them no matter how hard I tried. I’ll still try. So, you’d also see a few stories, poems and some utterly philosophical, verbose masterpieces that are best read and possibly even written when one’s in a higher state of mind and before I forget, a few filled with an assortment of pop culture references that make you feel woefully inadequate. Now that I’m veering dangerously close to the word limit, I should dish out an expertly written disclaimer, lest I come off as a fool of the highest order. Which is still very likely to happen. This article contains bootless, inaccurate and unverified information and is intended only for those individuals who are in advanced stages of ennui. No offense is intended to any person, within or outside the English Press Club and none should be taken. The author may be thought of as a moronic oaf, if one so wishes, but not arrogant in any measure, no matter how small. In addition, let it be known that at the time of writing the author had not the slightest inkling of the content of the other eight articles in question. Then again, I don’t think many of you would have continued reading this beyond the first two lines. Oh, you have? I’m touched and a wee bit elated. Is there any point in these articles? Ironically, this is the only article that one writes in their four years here that carry the name of the author. Why have them at all? That’s a debate for another day. Psenti Article / sɛntɪ ɑːtɪk(ə)l / noun 1. Last piece written by a final year member of the Press Club. What follows is my take on one… Everyone kept talking about how difficult it would be to write one, and only now as I sit at , with and I can’t fathom what in the good God’s name to pen down here . I’d wager that that’s how a majority of the nine articles written by my rather brilliant batch mates would begin. Despite us knowing that one avoids overly long sentences, especially at the beginning. And yes, I’m guilty as charged. Move on. The People - that’s going to be a prominent mention in most articles. About how they’ve shaped us, the memories, those out-of-the world experiences and how Pilani is nothing without The People. Then one would typically hand out some sagely advice that comes only with age or an elaborate explanation for the lack of any. Mind you, I’m rooting for the latter. Lastly, one would express gratitude for the four years gone-by, the inexplicable love for this hamlet and Farewell. And may the force be with you. Advice, like youth, is wasted on the youth. Nevertheless and quite undeterred, we ancient farts continue to dispense. Do find below the final installment for your kind scrutiny, accumulated painstakingly from underneath a blanket and, in times of good weather, from somewhere scenic.  Never use ‘too far away’ as an excuse to get out of things. With the whole of Pilani fitting comfortably into a fivekilometre radius, this is both a grossly exaggerated and a rather unimaginative pretext.  Climb, cavort, clamber, and crawl. The best places in Pilani are reached by these means.  Make a gazillion friends, and know when to stop making friends. Good intentio