Delhi 6: A Review

First things first. What does the name of the film signify? I had grown up in Delhi and call it home, but to my shame I had no clue what Delhi 6 was till I was glibly educated by a friend from Chennai of all places. Delhi 6, he told me, is Chandni Chowk, or to be precise it is the postal code of that area. For those who are familiar with the city of Delhi, Chandni Chowk is evocative of several everlasting images: narrow, crowded streets, mosques, temples, ancient, dilapidated houses, small shops, pushcarts selling handicrafts, food, sweets, clothes and other colourful paraphernalia and crowds of people on foot, cycles and rickshaws swarming like shoals of fish in every direction. It is in this world that this film is based.

Roshan (Abhishek Bachchan) brings his grandmother (Waheeda Rehman) to Delhi all the way from the U.S. of A and gets involved in the mad, mad world that is Chandni Chowk. He is, of course, the typical NRI kid who is at once enamoured, amused and frustrated by the convolutions of life in his home town. He is surprised by the adulation he is given by people he doesn’t even remember, scoffs at the concept of arranged marriage, is enraged by the overwhelming influence of religion and superstition in the society and breaks into slightly lame hip-hop moves when his aunts are singing folk songs. The film is predictably about his tryst with the city and how he comes to terms with it and learns to accept and love it, flaws and all. But that is the only predictable thing about the film.

The story is… well… to put it mildly, strange, but not in a bad way. The movie can be neatly divided into two parts: the first part, which is Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra’s personal tribute to Chandni Chowk, and the second part, in which Mehra suddenly realises that he needs to tell a story as well. Nothing really happens in the first half. Chandni Chowk is presented in all its bustling, colourful glory in quick pictorial montages and breathtaking cinematography. Characters are introduced along with plot points and themes and it is all done rather cleverly. But the viewer is left wondering where the story is going and what all of it is leading to because the plot seems to lose itself just before the intermission. It’s as if the whole purpose of the first half is to lay the groundwork for the second half which is explosive in comparison. The story unfolds quickly and the viewer begins to understand the importance of some of the events in the first half and as things rapidly go pear-shaped the movie sets up for a dramatic and unexpected climax.

The actors have done a good job with Abhishek Bachchan, Waheeda Rehman and Sonam Kapoor putting in very competent performances, but the supporting actors steal the show in my humble opinion. Powerful performances by Atul Kulkarni, Om Puri, Pavan Malhotra, Divya Dutta and Vijay Raaz keep the film real and moving. But the characters take a backseat to the visual appeal of the film. Where Rang De Basanti had strong characters who just happened to be from Delhi, the characters in this film seem incidental to the city. The co-existence of Hindus and Muslims in Chandni Chowk is the most important aspect of the film. Hence, the film regularly breaks into a splendid colourful theatrical performance of Ram Lila on the one hand and has several magnificent shots of thousands of Muslims kneeling in prayer at the Jama Masjid. A.R. Rehman’s score for this film is also very good and in my opinion far superior to that of Slumdog Millionaire.

The film is a homage to Delhi and Chandni Chowk, but it isn’t a letter of recommendation. It shows the beauty and grandeur of the city and the hearts of the people that live in it, but it also shows the squalor, the corruption, the blindness and the sheer stupidity. It shows you that it is a city that must be loved and hated, and by that token makes it believable and more importantly human. If you love Delhi, you should watch this movie. For those you don’t love Delhi, this isn’t a must watch, but it is a good watch, and it just might persuade you to make a trip.

Photos courtesy: Official website.

– Yorick

Birthday wishes to a very special friend and gifted athlete

I’ve watched Varun or ‘Nobbay’ as he was more popularily known, play cricket through school, but I think was he happiest when he played football. These photographs, taken at the finals of the tournament at NLSIU in August 2008, are to honour the spirit with which he played the sport. Here’s wishing him a very happy birthday.

– KSN

The Maharashtra Migrant Crisis

From the bylanes of Erandwane and Kothrud:

Raju and his men got really vilolent this October, certainly more violent than they have ever gotten in the past. They’ve been doing these things  for the last two years atleast. But that’s not the point.

Let’s attemp to see through the smoke on this one. Like any upcoming politician, Raju is hungry for power and by espousing this ‘migrant’ issue he’s stepped over the line in a populist dive for the votes. He’s got an eye on the upcoming Lok Sabha elections. Although the MNS is doing some good work in other avenues – they’re supposed to have a relatively progressive environmental policy and they are the first political party in the state to start documenting information about Maharashtra and her people as well as training their party workers and politicians through the Maharashtra Navnirman Akademi.

The truth is this: Marathi people have an aversion to UP and espescially Bihari young men. This is not new. It’s prevailed in Pune for the last five years if not more. My eyes and ears have borne testimony.

This whole issue is not about jobs at any level. It’s never been about jobs. Marathis, by their own admission are not very competent labourers and have hence started hiring better labour from other states. For years now, construction and road labour in Pune has been brought in from North Karnataka, Telanga and Rayalaseema.

The only reason Raju and his men are shouting about local jobs going the way of migrants is because they need a tangible issue to create a ruckus about. You can’t make a fuss about outsiders coming in and diluting your culture with theirs, can you? Actually, you could, but nobody would really care. Therefore, ‘JOBS!’

Now, why is there a prevailing sense of hatred/dislike towards UP-wallahs, Biharis and other North indians? Is there a reason for this mindset? I am friends with many UP-Bihari and other North Indian chaps residing in Pune. I know that all UP-Bihari youth are not bad. In fact many of them are really nice people. But the hard truth is that they have a reputuation that preceeds them solely because of the actions of their predecessors and fellow statesmen. I’ve seen gangs of Bihari youth fighting with Bastiwallahs and similar incidents.

Many of my North Indian friends have been declined a place to stay because they’re from Allahabad, Patna, Ranchi, etc. Think about why landlords have been making life difficult for the UP-Bihari student/working bachelors. It can’t be without reason (previous experiences). Or can it? Typical Brahminical Puneri thinking doesn’t like the ‘brash and crude’ behavioural tendencies of the UP-Bihari youth. As a friend recently put it, it’s the ‘Prabhat Roadian mindset‘. He was referring to the liberal elite in the city who are very wary of UP-Bihari youth and hold unreasonable biases against them.

Here’s some more truth: Outsiders (Northies, Southies, Easties – nearly everyone) don’t like the Maharashtrians too much for some reason. Some even hate them. They hate their language and they call them Gh**tis.

Raju needed a target. He picked the UP-Biharis. And he did this for two reasons: firstly, the Northies were dwindling in their the local popularity; and secondly, many of them were poor and easy to target.

One of my Lucknow friends once said to me (in Hindi), “Why should I make any effort to get to know the local Marathi people? What have I got to do with them? And why the hell should I learn Marathi? I don’t even like the sound of it!” The feeling is mutual and has been that way for sometime now. North Indians who come into Maharashtra, don’t give the local people too much of a chance. The local is ipso facto an imbecile.

The situation is now volatile because the Northies have stopped understanding the Marathis and their culture, and vice versa. Its also due to issues like the Marathi language becoming secondary to the language of the North: Hindi. Marathis like their neighbours in Karnataka have become insecure with the feeling that Marathi is losing out to Hindi. This is true in many ways. For instance, a student who came to study in Pune 25-30 years ago would arguably have learnt more Marathi than a student who has come to Pune today since Hindi is more widely spoken now. The influcence of Bollywood coupled with the notion that Hindi is superior to Marathi clouded the thoughts of many Maharashtrian minds.

It’s an Us v. Them.

The Northies don’t like the Marathis and now the Marathis don’t like the Northies. Raju and his boys are using the occassion to gain some political milage. He’s now a Marathi icon and inside every Maharashtrian there is a small, if not large, connection (read smypathy) with Raju and his politics.

Why there is hatred along regional/cultural lines is a big question indeed. But its not something that is new to India and her people. Right from demands of Dravida Nadu to a separate Assam to the Khalisthan movement, we’ve had bloodshed due to divisions in our society before. It happens whenever we stop adjusting with each other or when we cease to understand and accept people the way they are – with their language, their culture, their food and their music.

It is like what happened with the Hindus and Muslims at the time of Partition. The Hindus didn’t like the Muslims, the Muslims didn’t like the Hindus, there was the demand for a  separate state and over a million people died. What a sad story. Let us hope that the Northies and the Marathis start understanding each other, respecting their opposite cultures and making up soon. Perhaps the recent surge of proactive citizens and national unity in the light of the Mumbai attacks will help change things and India can go back to being a secular, free country without any nationalist and regional chauvinism.

God bless our peoples and our country.

– KSN

Fortifying colleges? Have your say in the first PSC Poll:

Aaditi Jathar reports in today’s Pune Newline:

The Mumbai terror attack has put colleges in Pune on their guard, with reports that the terrorists had identity cards of reputed colleges in their possession.

Now principals and heads of various colleges in Pune feel that the process of issuing identity cards should be made more rigorous. Some colleges are also beefing up security on campus while others are strictly screening students and visitors to the campuses.

Full story.

How are these measures going to affect our lives as students in Pune? Is this necessary or are the colleges just making a big deal of it all? Have your say via the PSC Poll (you can also leave comments):

Also see: A Walk, Not War, Against Terrorism

Stand Up. Speak Out. Enough is Enough. Let’s Take back this Country

Work-In-Progress: A Nation Unites

A Walk, Not War, Against Terrorism

Citizens on a candle-light march on Pune's JM Road

30th November, 2008; Jangli Maharaj Road and Shambhaji Park:

Over one thousand students and citizens from Pune, mostly dressed in white and armed with candles, marched through the City’s streets this evening in an effort to evoke unity and solidarity amongst the people of our terror-inflicted nation. The congregation came together primarily due to the efforts of several students in Pune who thought of and executed to perfection this remarkable gesture with the aid of the internet and cellular messages. Many people even joined the proceedings somewhere along the way and continued to walk on to Shambhaji Park where the gathering observed a minute’s silence and sang the national anthem.

There could have been no better response from the people of Pune – sending out a clear message to terrorist groups and governments everywhere that we are united and fearless in the aftermath of the Mumbai attacks.

People observe a moment's silence at Shambhaji Park

Fear is the ultimate weapon of terrorists, not the AK-56. It is with fear and hatred that the terrorists tear and divide our society. It is with fear that they slit Mumbai’s underbelly open last week. They have intruded our minds in ways so perverse that no amount of security will make any of us feel secure.

This war on terror cannot be won with bullets, guns and NSG Commandos. If we have to succeed against terror, it will have to be with peace, unity and valour. We will have to look the terrorists in the eye and tell them that we’re not scared anymore. We have to flush out this new sense of paranoia that has invaded our society. We need to start picking up the pieces and preparing ourselves not by installing more x-ray machines, but by injecting resilience in our people’s minds.

“Mr. Terrorist: I’m still alive, what more can you do?

Mr. Politician: I’m alive despite you.

I AM AN INDIAN.”

– On a placard, written by a survivor (quote from Roy’s essay).

Resilience, courage and peace are the cornerstone of our society. These values and actions have held our society together for years. And it is these ideals that were propagated through this noble and high-minded gesture of Pune’s citizens tonight.

Text and Photos by KSN.

Pune’s Bhimthadi Jatra

27th November, 2008; Agricultural College Grounds, Ganesh Khind Road:

Folk tunes rang out in the background as the buzz that emanates from any large gathering continued to rise and fall. Artistes performed a street play as people stood around and watched. Children tugged at their parents’ clothes, crying to either be taken to the mery-go-round and giant wheel or for some cotton candy. The mood was festive as it should have been because that’s what a Jatra is all about. The people who had come together in Pune weren’t going to let the ongoing terror attacks in Mumbai dampen their spirit.

Every year, self-help groups and small organisations from every district in Maharashtra come to Pune to congregate with their handicrafts, textiles, food, music and performances that culminate as the state’s cultural cauldron. There could be no better place to host such a culturally rich event than Pune itself.

If you were fortunate enough to visit the Jatra then you would have heard Marathi of several different dialects, Malwani, Konkani and many other tongues that one will seldom hear at one gathering. Dances and folk tunes from across the Konkan, Marathwada and Vidarba could be witnessed.

There were stalls in numbers that would drive one crazy – selling varieties of packaged food items, sarees, slippers, vegetables, lamp shades, board games and even rabbits! The sheer magnitude of the festival was awesome and the enthusiasm with which Punekars embraced the festival was a joy to watch and be part of.

The prepared food section had atleast 40 stalls from all over the state and we decided to indulge in delicious Konkani Surmai Fry, a full-blown Kohlapuri thali that included mutton, fish and very spicy rasa with bhakris, topping it off with some good old sugarcane juice – the Puneri variety. In our books, the food was certainly the highlight of the whole evening! We strongly advice our readers not to miss the next Jatra for anything!

Text and photos by KSN.

The Ploctones in Concert

The 27^th of November had us all watching our television screens mutely, as tales of the horror that was being unleashed in Mumbai flashed past us.  As we all sat dumbly, letting the disbelief and gloom take over us, I decided that an evening of good music, good food and comradeship might do us all some good. So we headed down to Pune’s well know Shisha Café hoping to cheer up our souls and fill our stomachs; and as luck would have it, they were hosting a live jazz band, that went by the name ‘The Ploctones‘.

Since Shisha hosts many such evenings of live jazz music, we didn’t give it too much importance at first. Before they began, the saxophonist, Efraïm Trujillo took a moment to poignantly point out, that, “to retain normalcy and good cheer in the face of terror was one of the exceptional qualities of being human.” If we came in needing medicine to soothe our nerves, The Ploctones and their music really did the trick.

They played songs mostly from their new album ‘050‘ which they’d released at the Blue Frog club in Mumbai, a short while ago. Incidentally 050 is also Blue Frog Record’s first international release (both the club and the record company are owned by the same establishment).

A little digging revealed that The Ploctones were formed when guitarist Anton Goudsmit got bass player Jeroen Vierdag, saxophonist Efraïm Trujillo and drummer Martin Vink together to perform a series of his compositions commissioned by Dutch NPS Radio. Although I was only able to speak to Efraïm, who told me his musical influences were mostly old school jazz, the music the band played seemed to have a lot of funk and pop sounds to it, making the overall sound equally appealing to a non-jazz fan like me, as I’m sure it was to any aficionado.

The band was supposed to stay on in India for a period of 2 more weeks going on to play in various cities and finishing off with another show in Mumbai, but the terror attacks in Mumbai put an unfortunate stop to the rest of their tour. They did however reveal that they were definitely coming back in 2010 for another tour. Well I for one will definitely be on the lookout for their next date with India.

For more information on The Ploctones and their tour dates visit their website.

Reported by Nidhi Sunil. Photos by KSN.

Work-In-Progress: A Nation Unites

Akshara Kumar Chittoor writes on the Mumbai Terror Attacks:

Woke up this morning and thought, ‘Please God, let it be over!’ Got out of bed and headed straight to the television: pictures and reports of what I was dreading continued to spew from it – the encounters at the Taj, the Trident and Nariman House dragged on. I sat numbly and swallowed more information hurled at me – Numbers, speeches, tears, debates, and then the worst – the empty promises of pompous and blundering politicians, while our Maharashtra Police,  ATS, Army, NSG and Navy stood in the line of fire.

This attack is novel, but for all the wrong reasons. It has been carried out on an unprecedented scale and at the time of writing this, has been going on for over 39 hours. Never have we witnessed such singularity of purpose, such meticulous and cold-blooded planning, such a breach of peace, such violence and bloodshed, or such helplessness, all at once. Hour after hour, the horror of this nightmare continues while the nation watches and prays. Millions heave a collective sigh of relief every time a hostage is released; millions feel that agonizing twist of pain every time a body is found.

I’m ashamed to confess, but till the night of 26^th November, I was one of those Indians who had turned immune to terrorist attacks and the casualties that they claimed. It’s no excuse, but having being born in a time when killings in Kashmir and civil wars in Africa are part of one’s daily diet, news of 67 dead in Jaipur or 2 in Bangalore had become little more than numerals that were ingested as data  and relegated to the shelf as mere statistics. As it is to several others, terrorism for me didn’t have a tangible, palpable side to it, a side that could wake me up with a jolt. Like a knife used too often, it had a blunted edge whose dull blows had little effect on me as their frequency increased. Like several others, after the fresh horror of the first attacks, all guns and bombs and meaningless deaths marched quietly to one corner of my pain-numbed brain, biding their time.

After the blasts in the local trains in Mumbai that killed 187 citizens, the Indian Express did one of the best things that any media house could have done – it gave the blasts a human face. It ran a series of stories – one on each of the blast victims and their families… And all of a sudden, the pain had story, a face. It had families and dreams and aspirations. The stories they ran all had a touch of familiarity. All those victims sounded like any one of us, or our neighbours, or family. And most importantly, it made us think ‘That could have been me’.

It is a pleasant surprise and very heartening to see that this time people are unwilling to label this ‘Islamic Terror‘. Perhaps it is the Muslim victims in this attack – whether a soon-to-be-wed waiter at Cafe Leopold or an elderly couple that stayed opposite the Nariman House, were no different than those of any other religion or nationality. They all fell innocent prey to emotionless bullets. Or maybe it is because people are tired of labelling terrorism with a religion since it hasn’t solved a single problem in the past.

But this unconscious decision that we have taken as a nation will probably help this war against terrorism more than any of us realize, simply because we are taking away the most powerful weapon that our politicians have – the Politics of Distraction. The policy of Divide and Rule, and to encourage and brainwash people into concentrating on non-issues such as religious and linguistic divides allow us to be ruled by fear and to fight amongst ourselves, giving our rulers ample time and money to fatten themselves and stay in power. But this time, we are turning to them as one and asking difficult questions in one voice, holding them accountable to us a Nation, not as a Hindu majority or a Muslim or Christian minority. No longer should they be allowed to get away with pointing a finger at extremist outfits, nor with feeble promises of strict laws and lame excuses. This time, they had better to get their act together.

It is unfortunate that it requires an event of this magnitude to wake people and politicians from their slumbers. This may be only a beginning, and it may take a long time for us to shake off our prejudices and ingrained fears, to learn to trust each other and to recognize the real enemy. But hopefully, India and the world will wake up before it is too late.

Terrible News: Student killed on his way to college

The Pune Student Chronicle mourns the death of Vikas, a student of Singhad College. He was killed in a brutal accident on Wednesday morning when he was riding his motor-cycle to college. The news report has the details.

From the City Bureau, Times of India:

A 19-year-old student of Sinhagad college at Yevalewadi in Kondhwa was run over by a truck at Mohammedwadi on Wednesday morning, sparking tension in the area and leading to a traffic jam for about two hours.

Vikas Dayachand Pokharna of Satyaraj City at Kalepadal was going to college on a motorcycle, which skidded while he was trying to overtake the truck.

According to the Wanowrie police, Vikas fell from his motorcycle and came under the front wheel of the truck at 8.15 am. He died on the spot, the police said.

An irate mob soon gathered at the spot and started throwing stones at the truck before setting it ablaze. The mob, including angry residents of the area, blocked the road for over two hours.

The Chronicle urges its readers to ride/drive safely and follow traffic rules.

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Speak louder! The Courts are listening!

Akshara Kumar Chittoor writes in from Bangalore:

One hundred points and a well-deserved pat on the back for the Indian Judiciary. The latest order issued by the Delhi High Court directing the arrest of Delhi Jal Board officials for failing to prevent the flow of sewage into the Yamuna, with the additional imposition of heavy fines,  is another instance of the Judiciary being superhero-like and rescuing all things hapless (rivers and citizens included), [Read the story here]. The Courts have once again proved themselves steady and strict upholders of the people’s rights, and here I’ll take a moment to say ‘Bah!’ to anyone who raises a voice against judicial activism.

Time and time again, the Indian Courts have been forced to step in to combat Executive inaction and Legislative indifference. From custodial torture to environmental pollution, from prisoners’ rights to child rights, the High Courts and the Supreme Court have stepped in to create laws where lacunae prevent effective action or remedies, and to direct action where the Executive refuses to perform it legal or Constitutionally-mandated duties. This, naturally, has raised several hackles and purists are now demanding ‘true separation of power’. In other words, they are asking the Judiciary to mind its own business. The Judiciary in turn has told them that it is, in fact, minding its own business. And they’re doing a pretty good job of it. Considering that the Courts have been entrusted with the responsibility of upholding people’s rights, it seems to be a logical implication that when the other organs of the government fail to discharge their duties, the Courts ought to step in. They are our last resort. In this case, citizens approached the High Court because the Delhi Jal Board had not heeded previous orders from the Court to prevent the flow of sewage into a storm water drain, leading further into the Yamuna. The Court now directed the Board to take immediate action and has suspended the jail terms for three months, giving these officials a chance to get their act together. This will hopefully ensure prompt and adequate action be taken in this regard. These orders complements previous directions from the Supreme Court directing the Corporations of cities like Kanpur to stop polluting and clean up the Yamuna, in the celebrated case of M.C.Mehta v. Union of India.

It would be unfair to say that the Government never does anything. It runs this country, a task that is hardly trifling, though its levels of efficiency are often criticized. However, to keep this country of 1-billion-plus up and running, it requires a lot more effectiveness than today’s levels. Those of us empathizing with the Government may contend that its coffers are empty, but this defence was also rightly disregarded by the Courts in the Ratlam Municipal Council case, where it was held that the Executive has a duty to discharge and must do so at all costs. The Courts thus effectively stopped what might have become a dangerous trend in offering a lack of funds as an excuse to shirk responsibility.

As citizens, we have a right to demand that the Government perform its duty satisfactorily. While the law empowers us to ask questions and procure results outside Courts through the Right to Information Act, we are only slowly waking up to taking a stand against apathy and inaction. Besides, procedural hurdles and complexities involved in Public Interest Litigations in courts are enough to scare off even the not-so-faint of heart.

So what do we do? We join organizations that encourage collective action and empower people to fight injustice at different levels. We contact public-spirited lawyers and citizens who are looking for more people raise their voices. After all, the Judiciary is listening.

The author is a law student and has a been living in Pune for the last four years. She has a deep interest in environmental law and water-related issues in particular.

Film Review: Quantum of Solace

I am a James Bond fan. I like the guy. There have been many action heroes/spies on the silver screen before him, and surely many more will follow. But none, and I repeat, none had the same style, charm and class of Bond.

So very understandably, I waited with bated breath for a movie that promised to deliver the moon, if not the universe. This is why: A) the Director: Marc Forster – the same guy who made Monster’s Ball, Stay, Finding Neverland, Stranger than Fiction and Kite Runner. These are his credentials. Each film a masterpiece. When he decided to do Quantum of Solace I jumped out of my seat. B) Daniel Craig. The first blonde bond, he showed much promise. C) The Writer: Paul Haggis, wrote Crash, In the Valley of Elah, Flags of our Fathers, Letters from Iwo Jima and also Casino Royale. He is without doubt a powerhouse in himself. D) The name “Quantum of Solace” is extremely cool (apologies for being shallow) and E) It’s a Bond flick.

With so much experience and promise behind it I paid my 200 rupees due and entered the shrine I like to call the cinema.

The plot is simple, there is a secret organization no one knows of that controls half the worlds politics and Bond has to stop them while dealing with his blood lust-ridden, vengeance-driven agenda to find out why Vesper betrayed him and who made her do so (Reference to Casino Royale).

Now for honesty time: I was disappointed, and believe me, it hurts to say so. The action sequences were good but lacked conclusion. I never quite figured out what happened and how. Forster’s attempt seemed to be a cross between the slick, super-speeded Borne inspired chops and jumps and the poetic V for Vendetta styled action direction where bodies go flying with grace and elegance to a classic orchestral piece like Hende’s: Messiah. It didn’t work. Secondly, the plot never quite grew or for that matter moved and frankly Bond reminded me less of double O and more of Will Smith in The Pursuit of Happiness where he say’s: this part of my life is called “running”. Because that’s all Craig did, run from one locale to another. Thirdly, let’s just say the Bond girls looked better than they acted.

But to conclude, I would simply say go watch this movie. Frankly, who’re we kidding? It’s Bond! And James Bond has to be seen, good or bad. I’m just lowering your expectations a little bit so you might just come out smiling.

– Daaku Daddy

Photo Courtesy: www.sify.com/movies

IMDB rating: 7.4/10

It’s that time of the year again

Notice: All students found indulging in blogging activities for the duration of the exams will face strong disciplinary action.

Dear Readers of the Chronicle,

One of the cons of being students is every once in a way we have to undertake these horribly depressing exercises popularly known as exams. Since all our existing staff are commited all the way upto November we would like to inform you that the activity on the Chronicle will come to a near halt. We might occassionly put up posts if time permits but please don’t expect much.

We’d like to apologise for this break in our reporting, but since we’ve only just begun and since we don’t have too many people working with us right now, kindly bear with us.

We will notify you as soon as regular reporting resumes on the Chronicle and we’d like to assure you that you’ve only had a taste of what’s to come once we’re back next semester.

Wishing you a Happy Dasera and Deepavali,

Cheers

Pune Student Chronicle