CRESCENDO
Volume I, Issue V, December 2009
“SBA – Where the Sun never
never sets and the moon never refuses to illuminate any child’s path”
“There are some frequencies which are never meant to be found
ound and the others are only meant to be explored... and
one of the latter is THE PULSE!!!!”
PULSE!!!!”
Welcome to
to SBA - Our Home!
Home!
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We are thrilled to have you here with us and hope to make your visit a
memorable one. We hope to update you about your child’s performance (at the
PTM), inform you about our ICSE/ISC, IGCSE and IB programmes, have you
for a meal with us, exhibit the models and projects we have prepared and then
entertain you in the evening before bidding adieu. The children have worked
very, very hard over the weeks to make you feel happy. We hope you do.
Can I request you to ‘see’ and experience as much as you possibly can? This
will make the children feel their hard work has been worth the while.
May I also request you to wait till the entire programme is over before you
move away from the Hall in the evening? The children feel very sad if they see
the guests walking away before the curtain comes down and I am sure you
wouldn’t want that to happen to such absolutely angelic children.
To those children who have passed out from the School and have decided to pay
us a visit today – Welcome Home! We feel complete with your presence and
would like to convey that you will always remain part of the SBA Family.
Thank you so very much for making it possible for this reunion to take place.
We look forward to suggestions from you that you feel we would benefit from.
We will be following your progression with considerable interest and pride.
Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year!
- Santanu Das
Principal
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UNLOCKING MINDS
- Mr. Vinay Pande
(Headmaster 2004 - 2006)
When a toddler takes her first bite or makes her first attempt to walk or when she cries or
laughs, she does so based on her own instincts. The parental or environmental factors have a
negligible influence on these actions. However, as one grows up, our speech, actions and
thoughts are greatly influenced by our parents, peers and the environment. By environment I
mean the media and the means of communications including the marvel of the modern age
technology, the internet.
More often than not our speech, actions and thoughts are not original, not backed by our own
instincts. We say, do and think what we are trained or taught to say, do or think.
What is right for a particular society could be a taboo for another one. This is so because
members of the two societies have grown with those beliefs. Thus, we do not see or try to see
beyond what is passed on to us and our minds are locked.
To make my point clear let me tell you about the monkey and the banana. When you eat a
banana, how do you do that? What a funny question to ask, you may say. Just peel off the
skin and eat it. Well! I will then ask you how a monkey eats a banana. Ha! Ha! Another
funny question. How else, peel it and eat it. Do not tell me monkeys eat bananas with the
skin. No, they do not. However, their way of peeling is a bit different than ours. While we
peel off the skin from the side of the stalk, a monkey does so from the other end. How that
makes a difference, you may ask. Well! It really does not change the taste definitely but has
certain advantages over our style of peeling.
One, it is more convenient to hold the banana by the stalk. Secondly, it is much easier to peel
off the skin the monkey way (try it on an unripe banana your style, from the stalk end).
Thirdly, if you hold the banana by its stalk, you can finish the entire fruit with no wastage.
But then why don’t we eat the banana the monkey way? Probably because we are taught to
eat it the other way.
There are always other ways of doing things. All we need to do is to unlock our minds. No, I
do not mean that all that we say, do or think is wrong and that we should find some ‘monkey
way’ of saying, doing and thinking. All I am saying is that keep your minds unlocked when
you say, do or think things. Of course, one needs to keep some norms of the society in mind
as extreme freedom of speech and action may not be good for the well being of the society.
So try saying, doing and thinking the ‘original way’ backed by your instincts. Try doing
things the ‘monkey way’. They may be different, refreshing and beneficial.
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REALITY BITES
Eshaan Lazarus
(Class of ’09)
According to our good friends over at Wikipedia ‘The IIMs are considered the top business schools in India.’ They are
places every self respecting Indian adolescent dreams to enter. This has led to ridiculous entrance requirements like
being in the upper part of the 99.5th percentile of the gruelling CAT. Now with so much national attention on these
places which are more hip than the hottest nightclub in town, one would think that everyone would know what their
flagship course is called. Exchanges across India everyday take place like this:
‘Such a sweet boy. What do you want to be, beta?’.........‘MBA, aunty’.........‘From where?’.........‘IIM’s, aunty.’
Aunty swoons. What is an MBA? A master in business administration. Who can offer masters degrees? Universities. Are
the IIM’s universities? No. Wait, what? They offer a Postgraduate Diploma in Management, which is similar to, but most
certainly not an MBA. Remember that now.
Moving on. We all have seen or read the Da Vinci Code. Now, suddenly everyone is in possession of this amazing secret
that can cripple the church and shock your next door conservative Catholic neighbour. We all know the truth now,
right? Wrong. As a practicing Hindu, this is in no way religiously motivated. Mr. Dan Brown, while an engaging
storyteller chooses to ignore simple facts. Like the fact that the Priory of Sion, the ancient keepers of this secret are an
admitted, albeit French hoax. Not so smart now, are we?
But Eshaan, you might say, we haven't read the Da Vinci code. We know you are really cool but what on Earth are you
on about. Some background then. The Priory of Sion, existing since the 11th century, boasted of members such as
Leonardo Da Vinci, Isaac Newton, Victor Hugo and Master Splinter. The organization's goals were to restore the ancient
Merovingian dynasty to the throne in France, and also to be hardcore secretive and have members that were so famous
people would still recognize them 900 years later. Really, the only uncool thing about the Priory of Sion was that it didn't
exist. In court in 1993, Pierre Plantard, a convicted con artist and Frenchman, confessed that he had created the
organization in 1965 and named it after Mt. Sion near Annemasse, France, presumably as part of a pitch to ABC for a
new prime time action series. He went to extreme lengths to perpetuate his lie, hiring people to create medieval-looking
documents and plant them in France's national library. Nobody paid attention to Plantard's confession. The forgeries had,
by this time, been picked up and repeated in a 1982 book called The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail, whose authors were
fooled by the fake documents planted in the French library. They insisted that the Merovingians were related to Jesus
himself, an idea in turn picked up by Dan Brown for his novel The Da Vinci Code. One inexplicable Tom Hanks haircut
later and there was no turning back.
Why do people still believe? I’ll tell you why. Because this sort of thing has the same attraction as any good conspiracy
theory: the "I am special because I have secret knowledge the common sheeple never will!" principle.
How better to impress your dull traditional friends (and teachers) than revealing to them the suppressed truth that will
totally blow their closed suburban minds? And you only had to spend six bucks in an airport bookstore to get it!
And, like any conspiracy theory, it's difficult or impossible to disprove. After all, if you were a secret organization of the
Priory's calibre, couldn't you just fake the fact that the documents were faked? Is your mind fried yet or what?
The Sensex has gone up a thousand points. Let’s celebrate......something that doesn’t affect us in any way. The Sensex is
an index of 30 stocks across sectors. Now even if you do have money in the market what are the chances that you have
invested in these? They are the best performing stocks on the Bombay Stock Exchange and naturally some of the most
expensive. Even if you have invested in these, your gains are not realized at all. You money is still in the market. It’s not
like your bank balance has gone up. Also this so called benchmark (which is in reality not a benchmark at all) is only a
measure of investor confidence. That’s all. If you want to know the state of the economy then look at indicators like
purchasing power parity, national income, life expectancy and sovereign ratings. Anyone who thought of GDP here is an
idiot, by the way. If the Sensex goes up or down for that matter, so what? It is in no way an achievement for most people.
Most market movements are anyway driven by foreign institutional investors who will pull out at the slightest sign of
trouble. They are taking their profits back home, either way. So the next time you see headlines screaming about the
Sensex, please, spare yourself. It’s really not worth it.
This exchange from the 2006 movie ‘The Departed’ beautifully sums my last point. Here:
Frank Costello: How's your mother? .........Man in Costello's Bar: Oh, I'm afraid she's on her way out.
Frank Costello: [walks away] We all are. Act accordingly. [Smiles and his straightens tie]
The less said on this, the better. I hope you know what I refer to. Accept it; it’s the fundamental truth of life. That’s all
for now then. As I take your leave, do me a favour and remember this quote by our friend from the Priory of Sion
Leonardo Da Vinci ‘Blinding ignorance does mislead us. O! Wretched mortals, open your eyes!’
Open your eyes indeed.........Open them to the truth.........And the truth shall set you free.
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MY ALMA MATER
- Animesh Jain
(Class of ’09)
A hustling and bustling, busy street, crowded with humanity......a turn away from the last shreds of
habitation visible..........a drive down a winding lane. And there it was; the place that would be the centre
of all things in my life for a long time in future! The rush of joy and gaiety that I witnessed when I looked
at the overpowering tip of the tower of the academy was like a breath of fresh air, all gushing into my
insides like the flow of blood in my veins!
Sarala Birla Academy is my Alma Mater! One look at it, and I knew it was my home!
I remember very clearly, the day I decided to join a boarding school. The urge to be alone, to be in
control, to experience an all-new phenomenon called independence was enough to drive me away from
home and into the thresholds of a totally new and invigorating environment.
However, as far as I remember, I was never intimidated by this school or its people. I took to the place
immediately and before I could realize, I was into the thick of things.
The way all the teachers acted as foster parents, the comfort level, the openness which all of us took to
so easily with the staff was one of a kind. Very rarely do we see an environment so in tune with
equality and modern sensibility. Yet, there it was, in Sarala Birla Academy.
As they say, boys will be boys! It’s funny, isn’t it? How boys take to rivalry and hardcore, brotherly
friendships at the same time? I can still recollect all my fights with Abhishek Agarwal which we took to
over petty things. Yet, whenever I took to the stage, it was never without this same friend.
Of course, how can I forget the epicentre that everything related to school? Thanks to the high level of
education quality in this wonderful institute, I, a nervous young bloke, can now stand up and say that I
can hold my own ground when it comes to academics and can tackle any subject which comes my way. I
will always be indebted to my school for the sharp rise in my language and life skills.
Sarala Birla Academy also played a major role in honing my other talents. It provided me with a stage to
display my till then hidden talents in dance and theatre. It also enabled me to take my sporting skills in
basketball a whole set of notches up.
Sarala Birla Academy will never cease to be a special part of my life. And a big part, at that! I thank
myself for making the decision to go to a boarding school and specifically Sarala Birla Academy. I am
what I am today, all thanks to this great institution!!!
I just wish I could stop time, so that I could walk once again in the long bright corridors of Sarala Birla Academy.
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SBA – An Enthralling Experience
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Karan Goenka
(Class of ’08)
June 11th 2004, as I entered the gates of my new home I had no idea how it would be like living for the next four years
in such a beautiful campus with people I did not know!!! It was my first time in a residential campus and I must say that
the first few months were very difficult for all of us. Nobody knew anybody! There were a whole lot of crying faces,
including mine who wanted to go home. Our first conversation with our parents was for only 60 seconds! I was very
homesick and thought that I would not be able to survive in this place. But, here I am, a changed person and give a lot
of credit for whatever I am to my SBA experience.
There was still construction going on around campus and things were still not quite in place. It was a difficult time but
‘Believe me’ as our ex-head master Mr. Pande use to say, we worked as a family and came on top of all obstacles to
make SBA a home away from home. Like other boarding schools we had a lot of activities and sports to participate in
but the difference was the personal involvement we had as being the first group of students at SBA.
Over the four years SBA gave me a lot of avenues to show my talent. I participated in a lot of activities and enjoyed
each and every one of those. SBA gave all of us a lot of exposure in various fields – academics, extracurricular, interhouse activities etc. Like any community we were divided in our opinions but I feel that this diverse opinion and culture
enhanced my experience in a great way. I had some of the best teachers one could have and also a bunch of very
talented peers. It was great to be living with such multifaceted people through whom I learnt a lot! Throughout my four
years there were so many ‘firsts’ for SBA such as the first fest – Impressions, the first annual day, the first math
Olympiad etc. I was deeply involved with most of these and enjoyed each and every moment of them. I miss the
excitement during the inter house competitions and the ‘house spirit’, which members of each house possessed. At
times, our house spirit brought some differences of opinion in the student body but that was all a part of growing up.
The strength of the SBA family strongly comes across during Annual day when the entire SBA family works together to
make this day so special. We learned to work with each other whether it was for our house or the school!
Leaving SBA was never going to be easy but one has to move on! I miss SBA not only for its education and
infrastructure but also for my relationships with my peers and my teachers. I made some really good friends at
SBA and have a very close relationship with a lot of teachers as well. I really miss them! I have both high and
low memories from SBA but I must say that each and every one of these memories enriched my time there and
helped me to grow as a person. I am glad that I got the chance to write my thoughts as an ex- student of a
place that was motivating and helped mould my personality for the better in a great way.
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KEY TO SURVIVAL
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Aditya Ranjan Yadav
(Class of ’09)
Omar awoke with a start. He sat on his bed. He was feeling tired, yet quite excited and jumpy. Yesterday had been quite an
exciting day. He remembered going to the pharmacy and taking his medicine. Unfortunately, that was as far as he could.
Aching from the lack of knowledge, Omar finally got up and started moving across the room to make tea. A dozen steps and
he hit the wall with a dull thud. It was then that he looked at his surroundings with new light. The walls were shabbily
painted brown and finally it struck him that he was not at home. His initial reaction was confusion, with panic was soon
overtaking it. The eight by six feet room was dimly lit, and he realized that the small shed of light was coming from a small
window in the up right corner of a wall. The room was empty except for a bed and another small gleam which he concluded
must have been a restroom. A painting of Jesus and a cross hung on the wall. He was now straining to make head and tail of
the situation in which he was in. He moved the bed, stood on his tiptoes and craned his neck to look outside. He stared at a
lush green countryside. To his disappointment, he failed to see anything that could possibly bring any recollection of how he
came to be here.
However, Omar always took decisions, especially the important ones, following his gut feeling; this at the moment strongly
recommended him to stay inside the four walls. The four walls were his only refuge. He, however, had few options and finally
plucked the courage to open the door even if just by a little. He turned the doorknob. The door was locked. He gave the door
another pull and then a push. As the realization of being trapped crept upon him, his attempts of opening the door became
more savage like. He had resorted to using his shoulders and kicking the door, even screaming at the top of his lungs. It
didn’t matter. The claustrophobic feeling now suffocated him. Once again he moved to the little window and stared into the
oblivion. He even tried to push himself through the window. No avail. He was alone, all alone. After a lot of pondering, Omar
finally made a concrete and positive decision. He decided to search for clues. He started by searching his pockets. It was not
until Omar was searching his pockets that he took notice of what he was wearing. It wasn’t much - just a pant. It wasn’t how
much he was wearing, he never had had enough money to buy two decent pair of clothes anyways, but rather it was the
cloth he was wearing. Being a tailor by profession, Omar had a good knowledge of cloth. This was fine material silk, fit for
nobleman. He went down on all fours and after scurrying around a little found what he was looking for, a matching shirt and
coat. All of a sudden Omar wanted a mirror. He experimentally ran his hands over his rough face. His copper like beard hurt
his skin. He ran towards the attached room and found a little mirror which he had missed at first glance. The mirror was
covered in soot. Omar spat on his hand and cleaned the mirror and stared into it for what seemed like eternity. Carefully, he
analyzed every feature of his face. It was how he remembered it.
He searched the pockets of his clothing with renewed vigour. He found a couple of coins and several notes of currency. He
stared at the cash. Never had he seen so much money in front of him.. He realized that all this money was his. It was
enough to live a life of luxury. He could open his own store, marry a beautiful woman. Oddly, he didn’t really care how he
actually had all of this money in his pocket in the first place. It didn’t matter. It was his. Amongst the other contents he found
was a leftover bread which he savaged, a key, and perhaps the most puzzling of all a crumpled piece of paper. He slowly
unravelled the paper and slowly, hesitatingly read its contents. He stared at the paper, and read the contents again. The
contents stated –
Look beyond where the light strikes,
There lies more than what the eye can see,
Look carefully because you have the key to all the answers.
He read the three lines again. For the reason that he couldn’t comprehend he felt tears forming in his eyes, and a sense of
helplessness fill him. He wasn’t one of those who cried easily. The thought that someone had gone to the extent of creating a
situation such as this grieved him. He tried to remain calm and mulled over the task at hand. “Light”. Sunlight. He looked at
the wall in front of him and saw that the sunlight hit the picture of Jesus Christ. He scampered to the portrait and removed it
from the wall. He expected to find an opening, a clue, anything but the wall. He stared at the wall as if it was magically going
to disappear. It didn’t. Almost instinctively he felt the wall. It was cold and hard just like the rest of the room. Tears welled
into his eyes again as frustration swamped him. He savagely gnawed at the door and walls. In this bout of emotion he
grieved and tore at the painting of Jesus Christ against the wall. It immediately revealed another paper. It read –
Search, search, search, search, search,
You have all the time in the world,
Search, search, search, search, search,
The answer is closer than it looks
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Omar looked at the paper and several thoughts flashed into his mind at once. What was the use of the money? He didn’t
have freedom. He was a prisoner. He was depressed and in a pathetic state physically and mentally. What use is living life
like this? As depressing images flooded his mind, Omar realized that he found his answer. There was no use of living a life
like this. He took a piece of glass in his fingers and even as he held it, it pierced his skin and blood trickled down his fingers.
He moved the glass closer to his vital nerves in his wrist. A second later a gush of blood exploded from his wrist. Within five
minutes a pale, cold, dead body occupied the room. That was the end of Omar.
(Two beings observe and make recordings from an exterior room.)
“32 minutes, 49 seconds. Boy, that was short. Another failed candidate. Why does it have to end like this all the time? Why
doesn’t anybody walk away a rich man? I really want a positive result.”
“You would walk away, wouldn’t you?”
“Probably! Well that brings the body count to 36. It’s your turn to clean up. Make sure you remove the blood stains from the
money. Boy did that guy make a mess. Omar was it?”
“Yah, Omar. I’ll prepare the room. You prepare the next candidate. How many more do you think will die before the
experiment succeeds?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t know. These people. They don’t know the value of life. They could have led a life of luxury. If
only someone had the common sense to use the key to unlock the door…”
RIVERS OF BLOOD
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Vishal Srinivas
(Class of ’09)
This poem is a tribute to the undying spirit of Mrs. Sharmila Irom, a lady who is
on a nine year long fast and is going on strong even as you read this. The next few
verses that you will read are the words of a philanthrophist, concerned about the
ruthless killings of many innocent lives across the monde.
Rivers of blood,
flowed through the street.
Living corpses marched by,
when the bullet ridden corpses lay there,
The milk of human life,
sucked dry, by the Beast,
The imperial Beast,
Of bourgeois democracy.
Men fell,
Women fell,
Fell into the pits of hell,
They were born in the pits of hell
Bound by the bourgeois law of inheritance,
They inherited a life of pain.
While this happened,
Rivers of blood,
Flowed through the street!
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The Politics of Chaos
- Dhruvik Talaviya
(Headboy, 2009 - 2010)
The experience of being an Indian has taught me more things in life than any person or a book
could have. The multitudinous nature of the country is enough in itself to teach its residents a
lesson in adapting to the variety of cultures that exist in this land of possibilities called India. It’s
virtually like being a housefly and swimming in a bowl of soup, which in turn is made by mixing a
variety of other innumerous soups!
As a patriot, I love my country. As a critic, I know it’s far from reaching its epitome of success and
power. And as an ardent optimist and an agent of change, the one thing I would immediately like to
change is the state of the ‘Powerhouse of India - The Parliament’. Being a citizen concerned of my
motherland, I see this as a major chink in the armour of India. When the 500 top people of the
country get together to discuss the betterment of the country, we expect from them to act as
responsible beings, especially when a billion others are watching and following the proceedings of
the debate for passing a resolution in the Parliament. Unfortunately, they have failed to abide by
even the most basic protocols followed by any civilisation. This give rises to a peculiar disgust in
my soul, the result of which is one of these two: shutting down the television (when I am at my
pessimistic best) or continuing to watch our political matadors take the bull by its horn, literally,
and waiting intensely to see a hand shoot up in the air and utter the words, “May I?”, that I as a
child was taught to do so.
As toddlers we are taught by our parents to denounce violence and avoid even thinking about it.
The height of duplicity according to me is when the same parents encourage us to watch the
proceedings of the Indian Parliament!!!If one is in search of temperaments hotter than the ultimate
Indian spices, mood swings quicker than the turn of the neck that we so often see the Indian ladies
perform, and chaos more hostile than that experienced by an Indian share broker by the way of
dealing for shares; well one can get enough of it in the eventual theatre of Indian political power
and human disorganisation - The Indian Parliament.
The citizens of the India need to join their hands and pledge to raise their voice against the
degraded acts of felony taking place under the auspicious dome which was made to harness ideas to
augment India’s progress. As a student, I can only dare to write and make people aware through
this article of mine. It will take a collective effort to raise the issue of the Parliament conducting
itself in a more orderly and civilised fashion. After all, we can find better ways of inspiring
ourselves than in this Cauldron of........ The Politics of Chaos!!!
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CORNUCOPIA
The Lion King
Main Cast
Be Prepared
Mufasa - Rishabh Goel
Scar – Tanay Reddy
Simba -Toufeeque
Ahmed
Simba – Stephen
Abraham
Rafiki - Shubham Ladha
Zazu - Sontha Sai Nikhil
Ngala - Nirupam Pratap
Ngala - Anindo Ghosh
Timon - Adheip Pai
Pumbaa - Benjamin
Bessell
Sarabi - Siddhant Seth
Shenzi - Prithvi Raj
Kumar
Banzai - Shounak De
Ed - Amal Agarwal
Komba - Vidit Jain
Fisi - Utkarsh Raj
Shreyas Chandak
Shreyas Agarwal
Sarthak Jain
Madhav Sirohi
Sanjay Prasad
Aman Purohit
Pranay.G
Rghav Saboo
Rajiv .G.L
Sumukh K
Karthik V
Shandilya M
Riddhiman S
Samarth Jueja
Ayush
Harsh Saraff
Dancers
Circle of life
Devang Soni
Sri Ram
Shreyans Jain
Karan Katrat
Madhav Sharma
Ankit Mailapur
Anand Shah
Umang Jain
Akash Bansal
Umang Chordia
Vedant Agarwal
Aman.B
Rahul Khemka
Vidul Gupta
Abhishek Nahar
Rishab Sethi
Kanishk .K
Soyush Agarwal
Sujit.M
Nithin Sampath
Shantanu Bajaj
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Hakuna Matata
Milon Lonappan
Amitesh Rathore
Shreyansh Daruka
Parichay Nathani
D Bharat
Akshay Arwind
Preet Karia
Ankit Surana
I Just Can't Wait To Be
King
Amitesh Rathore
Shreyansh Daruka
Akshay Arvind
Basheer Ahmed
Ratan Gandhi
Milon Lonappan
Ritum Singh
Parichay Nathani
Kaushik Kothari
D.Bharat
He Lives In You
Aman .B
Vidul Gupta
Madhav Sharma
Abhishek .N
Kanishk.K
Rahul Khemka
Shreyans Jain
Sujit M
Rishabh S
Soyush Agarwal
Karan K
Ayush Agarwal
Sahas Patil
Amol Chokshi
Subham Agarwal
Shran D
Wilderbeast (African
Wild Beasts)
Rahul Addapa
H.P.Shashank
Milind
Aman B
Piyush V
Siddhant A.
Santosh
Vaibhav
Sarvesh
Bhavyesh
Keashav
Parth Lohia
Lioness
Somansh Agarwal
Siddhant B
Mayank M
Sheersh Agrawal
Pranav Jain
Choir
Anurag Gupta
Manan Vats
Divyansh Devli
Pranav Kolli
Vikram Pasari
Sanjay
Guruprasad
Abrar Ahmed
Kiran
Nived Solanki
Shubham Sipani
Ashutosh Pandi
Devesh Mohan
Ridim
Atharva Thakur
Mrinal Jhunjhunwala
Sathwik
Rounak
Shivam Sarda
Yash Nathvani
Prateek Kothari
Yash Jhunjhunwala
Krish S
Arya Anand
Rounak Agarwal
Shivam Bansal
Anish Agarwal
Sai Vikas
Karthik Rajoor
Kanishka M
Yash Jain
Nishul Jain
Piyush Agarwal
Harsh Mohta
Piyush Rungta
Shantanu M
Sidhanth
Akshit Bajaj
Vidhur Anand
Ayushman
Shikhar J
Danish M
Anant M
Aditya B
Akshay Harwani
Manu Vijay
Rishab Nakipuria
Rishab Metha
Anirudh Raju
Anmol Sukla
Shreyas
Reeshab Karan
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Tejas Dugar
Ankit Iyer
Divyesh Bhandari
Aman Gaur
Piyush Hawelia.
Tarush
Sai Srinivas
Mincheol P
Kanishk K
Raj Dhabai
Ravin Garg
Props and Sets
Rishabh Sethi
Gokul Krishna
Ayush Lodha
Naveed Ahmed
Arjun Madaiah
Divyesh Bhandari
Aman Gaur
Manav Mod
Kushal Agarwal
Siddhant Bajaj
Kanishk Kishan
Siddhant Seth
Shubham Ladha
Raja Simha
Amitesh Rathore
Parikshit Linga
Anant Sarda
Hursh Maheshwari
Parth Lohia
Abhishek Nahar
Sharan D.
Milind Agarwal
Rishabh Goyal
Amal Agarwal
Ravi Kothari
Backstage Crew
Anurag Maripally
Samrath Goel
Anish S
Rakesh P
Shivir Madan
Keshav A
Rishi Gaggar
Jaspreet Singh
Sumedh Sharma
Dhruv Prahaladka
Manmath S
Naveen Ahmed
Vedanth K
Kartavya Poddar
Antariksh D
Nihal Abdul Razak
Yashwin Jain
Gopichand T
Madhur Mittal
Parikshit Linga
Rishabh Chanana
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Sahil Agarwal
Gokul Krishna
Adarsh Bansal
Direction & Script:
Alexander Abraham
Music Director: Rohin
Joseph
Producer: Srinivas
Swamy
Asst. Director: Vijay
Thomas
Sets & Props InCharges:
Sourav Dasgupta
Vikas Sharma
Vijayashree Hiremath
Costumes Designed
by:
Nancy Baruah
Amy Solomon
Neelakshi Das
Choreographers:
Maneesh Dhulekar
Fiona Rozario
Student Asst.
Producers:
Divyesh Bhandari
Aman Gaur
Manav Mod
Student Asst.
Director :
Toufeeque Ahmed
Audio Visual
Designers:
Udit Kumar
Madhur Mittal
Gopichand Thotakura
Nihal Razak
'Jai Swatantrate'
“Songs of
freedom”
Choir
Abhay Chordia
Abrar Ahmed
Aman Gaur
Ankit S Iyer
Anurag Kumar Gupta
Arya Anand
Atharva Raj Thakur
Ayush Lodha
Devesh Mohan
Divyesh Bhandari
Divyansh Devli
Harshit Raju Patadia
Kaushal Nahata
Kiran Laxmipathy
Kishan Mahesh Sakhiya
Manan Vats
Nateeque Ahmed
Neeraj Agrawal
Nishul Jain
Nived Y S Solanki
Piyush Havelia
Prabhsaran S G
Pranav Kolli
Prateek KC
Pratik Kothari
Pruthvi H.J.
Raunak Agrawal
Rishabh Chanana
Reeshabh Karan
Rishabh Mishra
S. Sanjay Reddy
Sahil Kumar Gupta
Samyak Hiravat
Sathwik K.
Shivam Bansal
Shivam Sarda
Shreyans Jain
Shreyas Kumar
Siddharth Baradia
Subham Sipani
Sumukh K S Bantwal
Tarush Sethia
Viral Chhajer
Yash Jain
Yash D Nathvani
Lights: Abhishek Shah
Orchestra
Yashwin Jain
Curtain Call: Sachin
Shantaraju
Sitar
Aman Manoj Shah
Ashutosh M Pandhi
Krish K Shah
Raj Dhabai
Rishabh A Nakipuria
Shounak De
Mr Vijay B Gonhalu
Violin
Anmol Shukla
Madhav Sharma
Manu Vijay N
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Ritum Singh
S. Gowtham
Mr. Balkrishna
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Gagan T
Kushal Agarwal
Nagarjun B Ram
P. Sai Vikas
Sahas S Patil
Tejas Dugar
Mr. Trevor Newcastle
Tabla
Adapa Rahul
Aditya B Talaviya
Anand D Shah
Karan L Katrat
Parichay Nathani
Piyush P Vastrad
Sanket Anshuman
Samiel Tripathi
Mr. Vikas Naregal
Harmonium
Akash Bansal
Harsh Mohtha
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Aniket Gupta
M Kaniska
Mr. Rohin Joseph
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Side Effects
Akshay Kochar
Anshuman Upadhyay
Maulik Srivastava
N. Guru Prasad
Shreyansh Daruka
Suvam Agrawal
Mr. Raju Goyal
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Adarsh Bansal
Aditya P Mudholkar
Aditya Agarwal
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Jay Jetani
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Mr. Girish Sharma
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Angad Singh
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Mr. Manoj Sharma
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Nirupam
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