The Fourth Estate

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First Day At The Office

  Meet Shrey, He is currently in 11th Commerce and suffers from an acute foot-in-the-mouth syndrome, like the most of our reporters. If he happens to ever go missing, please contact Aiman Jafri( Yes, the vice head girl) since she has threatened to claw his eyes out already.

So, finally, we formed a Press Corp. and as it is customary, someone needs to give a report of the first day. But since no one else seemed to be interested in writing it, I guess all you have is me. So, our team consists of Simran – the one who speaks too fast, Aiman – the one who can’t control her hand movement, Ekansh – the primitive man, Rohina – the Head Girl, Shrey – which is me, Samriddhi- the one who seemed to have no voice at all and Yusuf- who has great ability to pick chairs. There are plenty more but I tend to stick to the word-limit.

We met at the Conference room (which is perhaps the best place in this entire school and also the reason I joined the Corp—well, one of the reasons!) in the morning to discuss our potentially amazing Newsletter. There seemed to be some 14 or so students at first but when we met later in the day, the number seemed to have fallen to nearly 9. (Better late than never!)

People in our press Corp. have a bad habit of changing topics; for example, the topic was the title of the newsletter, you know where it ended? On neon pajamas that Aiman bought for her birthday, Simran wanted her to wear them for socials; so basically loads of hand movement and words ( I cant mention!)  were involved here. Special thanks to our Editor, Sansriti Sen for throwing the words “Focus” and “newsletter” at them.

One of the primary topics discussion was the name of the Newsletter (well to be honest, it was the only topic of discussion) and unsurprisingly, we’re yet to settle on one.  And in case you’re wondering what the seemingly ultra prestigious Press Corp. did, all we did was criticize Ediesis (CMUN newsletter) and take digs at each other. Right, talk about being mature.

Oh and we did get some guidelines too – you know the usual. No Charlie Sheen reference allowed (Can you believe that!!).

Our meeting ended in chaos and without a single decision made. But from the looks of it, it might just be the greatest brainstorm this school ever had. 

  - SHREY SANKALP

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Thank you Ekisha and Aditi for the pictures!

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Why we call ourselves this! 

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SOCIALS 2013

  Through The Eyes of a Newbie

  “Oh what great occasion o’ mirth ‘twas!” That, my dear friends, is exactly what Shakespeare  (you know, the guy with the weird hairstyle, crumpled cuffs et al.) would have said. However, since he’s been dead for 397 years and even if he were alive no one would have invited him, you’re gonna have to hear whatever I say.

Oh come on. Wipe that cringe off your face. I’m gonna give a chronological and linear description if you don’t mind. As I entered the Dance Hall (the place where Socials was held) I was partly convinced I’d walked through a transportation chamber and ad stepped into one of those uber-cool New York lounges! The place had transcendent diffused blue light with some fluorescent paper fans stuck on the walls in a psychedelically-artsy-fashion (which being neon, glowed in the dark). My chain of creative alliterative poetry regarding the ambiance was broken by the Head Girl’s friendly welcome and the Vice Head Girl’s equally—ahem—“enthusiastic” ‘I’ll-Kill-You’ stare.

Soon after, people started pouring in and someone (god bless them...although I think it was the DJ who in turn was the Vice Head Boy) put on JT’s Suit & Tie which was perfect for the occasion. What was comical (to me atleast) was the fact that right after the dance-able song was put on, Hitler--I mean Head Boy, started ordering us to sit down. So we did what the Fuhrer asked us to do. What followed was supposedly a “game” in which the presenters shone a light on someone from 11th and 12th turn by turn and then they were supposed to come up and introduce themselves with an adjective that started with the same alphabet as their name. To put it into perspective, Rocking Rohina asked some Amazingly Anonymous people to come up and tell us their New-formed Names. Perhaps the most enthusiastic person to come up was Assassin Arth, who admittedly had indeed thought of a very cool name.  (Although I still think using that name outside the school is more likely to scare people than attract them!)

Next up was dancing.  (First off, my comments – the playlist was simply EPIC! Whoever came up with the Playlist deserves a big sloppy hug and a strong pat on the back!) The DJ put on a really cool Mix-Tape comprising of some of Timberlake’s, Swedish House Mafia’s and Taio Cruz’s best works along with the quintessential Gangnam Style and Harlem Shake! As expected, lots of fist pumping, body shaking and air guitaring took place. At first all of us were dancing, but then the hosts had some other ideas and they started eliminating people on the basis of dress colour (which in turn prompted many “#INJUSTICE’s from the Smartphone owning intelligentsia) but then they threw it open for anyone who wanted to dance. Although everyone was sweating copiously and getting drained rapidly, special kudos must go the Vice Head Girl who kept dancing like there was no tomorrow with unbelievable energy. I guess she was hopped up on Red Bull because she did seem to have wings!

Corny advertisement references aside, let’s talk about fashion now because well, without that the article would be incomplete.  (DISCLAIMER: If anyone is offended, then please excuse me because after all, this article is being written by someone who has just as much knowledge about fashion as a Chartered Accountant has about Astrophysics.) Practically all the people in sight wore 10 gazillion inch high heels (excluding the boys obviously who wore their ever so trustworthy sneakers). Perhaps those high heels serve a higher purpose than any mortal man can ever perceive. I must admit though that the fashion sense of women in this school is exceptional! With the perfect amount of make-up and the perfect dresses, I swear all women looked like incarnations of Venus herself! Boys on the other hand were a different story. Some looked cool, some wore semi-formals, some came in apparently what was their nightclothes and some looked like they’d just come from a Boardroom Meeting (or worse, a funeral). But hey, it’s a free country after all. And it’s not like I was dressed like James Bond either. Oh and lest I forget, the colour code was neon. However, 90% of the people chose to shoot that rule between the eyes and toss the corpse outside the window. Consequently, they paid for it by being eliminated from one of the Dance rounds.

Now, on to the food. It was good and definitely more edible than the muck they served at CMS. That’s all I have to say about it. (Well what more do you want me to say? I’m not Gordon Ramsay!)

This was my first Socials (much like the other 100-odd Eleventhies in the room) and I thoroughly enjoyed it (even though I snuck out of the room very frequently to avoid dancing). Special kudos for the Cabinet Members for making it cooler than it already is supposed to be.  And the soon-to-be passouts need not worry about legacy. As long as I’m there, I’ll make sure the next one is just as legen-wait for it-dary!

- SHREY SANKALP

( 11th Com.)

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Fire Your Engines.

  Readers, oh, readers! Where art thou? Oops, wait a minute!

Welcome to The-Fourth-Estate!! For those who don’t know, The Fourth Estate is referred to the news media and print journalism or the Press, which explains why it is our title. As you may have noticed me entering your class, announcing about how Study Hall is introducing its own blog—you haven’t? Thought so. Well, this blog is a complete student-run initiative. If you want to be a part of the coolest team in the school, which is the Press Corps, great! But if you don’t, you are going to miss out on a lot.

Press Corps will consist of 12 good ( and humorous) writers, who won’t only write about several incidents that take place in the School but also look for small details that others may not notice. As reporters, we are all suffering from an acute foot-in-the-mouth syndrome and we are proud of it. We walk in the lonesome corridors and track you down, we watch you make spikes in the washroom, we watch you rub the remains of the Kajal from last night and most importantly, Press Corps knows everything about you, we know your class, with our kind of source (the headboy) we’ll probably know what  you got to bring in your Tiffin as well.

Please note: The Fourth Estate will not tolerate any scandalous story or hate against anyone ( neither will we post your proposals for girls, boys!). So please keep in mind that whatever you write can also be turned into a weapon without you even realizing. The Press Corps reporters have an affinity of words, they know how to control words and twist them towards their favour. I along with the Editor Sansriti Sen and the two most ambitious Head Girl and Vice Head Girl ( in the history of Study Hall! ) , Rohina Dass and Aiman Jafri  look forward to creating the most dynamic and creative Press Corps team in Study Hall. We’ll be posting the guidelines and the criterion on which we’ll select our Press Corp team. We are hoping our team of reporters would know what Taliban is since half of the people think it’s a country (and a person, even worse! What is wrong with you, students?) -Simran Varma Queen of the Fourth Estate. ( Given by Rohina Dass, don't bash me!)