The Fine Print Issue Three, September 2014 | Página 2

In the interests of accurate journalism, I ought to point out that
editorial columns are, in my modest opinion, not always meant to
convey subliminal messages. Notwithstanding, they do offer a
canvas on which one could splurge an esoteric montage of
pompous notions in immoderate indulgence, while pretending to
be a monocle-wearing aristocrat who’s as daft as a brush. Like
that. It gives you liberties with your plucky pen to rant about the
abysmal trivialities in this infernal world. For this reason,
editorials come under the category of things that are called
‘Marmite.’ You either love them or you hate them (like you just
did). A middle ground ceases to exist. Now, I might have
overlooked a certain bracket of the populace that might assign
less than a penny’s worth to all this. Sure. But, one must stand by
the point that editorials serve as preamble for much needed
avenues of thoughts to chew over. As the Press Club of the
campus, we must walk the tightrope of being factually accurate
while putting forth substantial ideas on campus matters. We
strive to tessellate these two facets of journalism.
Life on campus is eventful as ever. Turmoil over power outage,
changes in security measures in the auditorium and the buzz of

the fast approaching sporting extravaganza have gripped us
tightly – more on these in this issue. Glimpses of people flocking
to SAC and GymG in pursuit of tour de force are inspiring, to
say the least. A bigger and better fest is on the cards. Come
sports fest, there are a few hitches here and there, like the
omnipresent bothers posed by downpours. If you trawl the
Internet, supporters of the idea say that this is called ‘cynicism.’
But, as we know, everyone on the Internet is a swivel-eyed
lunatic and so we must dismiss this notion straightaway.
The BOSM English Press will take the inside line to be in the
forefront for this fest and keep tabs on all that matters. Krishnan
shall take the reins from me for his much awaited stint. KO!
Fest days are perhaps the most sought after times in a BITSians’
life. They serve as subtle reminders of how we can set aside all
our qualms and have a sprightly time. Do that.
Utopia. Sounds perfect? That’s because it is.
(And strike three. Point proven. I am to editorial-writing what Bernie
Ecclestone is to framing FIA regulations. Did I mention this before? Never
mind.)

One of the most awaited nights of the calendar year, Music
Club’s Music Nite was all it promised. What started off with a
half empty auditorium ended up being one of the most attended
nights of the year.
A seated audience soon moved to the front of the auditorium,
where the space between the first row and the stage quickly
turned into a makeshift dance floor. With people being thrown
in the air and others riding on friends’ shoulders, the enthusiasm
was hard to ignore. As the night progressed, things only became
more frenzied and more than a few voices were lost in the
madness and yelling.
The Club itself put up quite the show - from head-banging tracks
like Aces High and Welcome to the Jungle, to the arm-waving We Are
Young, they flaunted their musical prowess in style. The music
was very well received, to the extent that they performed
Coldplay’s Paradise again on popular demand. They absolutely
nailed I Kissed a Girl and Soulmate’s I Am was beautifully
rendered. Karma is a Bitch received quite the response! The finale
was Don’t Look Back; ironic, as most would want to.
As for Hindi songs, the opener was Mast Magan followed by
Khumaar from Coke Studio. Sheila had the crowd going insane the guys asking “What’s my name?” more than the girls in most
cases. Aaj Ki Raat perhaps had the best crowd response with
everyone joining in. Emotional Atyachaar was a surprise and well
accepted with its own element of comic relief. Alla Hadda and
Maahi Ve closed the Hindi section of proceedings.
The elephant in the room this year was the hyped up security
and rumored breathalyzers. Texts saying “Don’t come drunk this
year” spread like wildfire, even amongst those least likely to
indulge in such behavior. Despite the apparent lack of
breathalyzers, the authorities got what they wanted. The chief
warden even sent a mail thanking students for their cooperation
afterwards.
All in all, the event had everything one would expect from a
BITSian Music Nite – a crazy college crowd and groovy music.
Despite the fact that some would claim otherwise, it left
everyone who attended satisfied and humming a tune under their
breath.

IG, Angad, Pranita, Spriha, Siddhant,
Tanya;
Ajay Ramya, Debolina, Kruti, Neel,
Nithya, Passey, Prateek, Ritvik, Sahil
D, Sahil K, Shalaka, Shashank, Shruti,
Steffie, Viraj;
Ananth, Anish, Archit, Madhusudan,
Pratik, Rahul, Rusheen, Soumya,
Srishti, Tanay, Tanmayee, Vijay;
Akhilesh, Danish, Deeksha, Devina,
Gayatri, Lasya, Sanket, Shubham,
Venu, Vishal, Yimkum;
Niharika, Prayaag, Rishabh.

Junoon translates to passion, and that’s what the folk at NSS have, the passion to
help the physically challenged and specially abled kids to experience a decent life,
and feel a sense of acceptance. They also strive to spread awareness about the
conditions of such children and through Junoon, endeavour to h [[H[