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[More tales for Anachronism and all us SCM Dollies!]

The very mention of Shilpa Shetty floods my head with memories of my journalism classes at SCM.  One could say we expected to learn a lot and pass out as journalists or at least someone who would strive to make a difference.  Well nothing of that sort has happened yet!!!  And ‘can it happen’ is a big question!


Our faculty list consisted of crème de la crème of the journalism world.  Or at least we thought so.  We had S P, P.J and K.S [Note: the names have been changed for my own safety].


I remember that S P had just won the Magsaysay award and our HOD was going gaga over him. He is and was big. Plus he sure is good at what he does. His classes were not meant to be bunked. People from different departments came to attend the class and listen to him. I, like everyone else in class was in awe of him.


We sat like bright eyed girls who tried to take in every little bit of what he had to say.  It began with rural India, moved to Lakme Fashion week vs. Vidharba farmer suicides etc.  We all felt guilty that we knew more about the fashion week and not our farmers.  He spoke about Hiroshima and Nagasaki.  And felt even worse that we are sitting pretty in a south Mumbai college [I don’t mean any offence to anyone.]


Then we learnt he spent most of his time traveling through the remote villages and we felt even worst and useless. But then time changes everything.  Slowly one realizes that this man along with being a good journalist was an enthralling storyteller [mostly his stories were true!].  We realized that he always took his class before lunch and his tales of glory ruined our appetite.  He came in a chauffer driven car and owned a sea front home. Wore fancy boots to class.  So we did continue to listen to him but used our own heads.


But the icing on the cake was the journalism paper.  Agreed, he was a busy man but why choose questions dedicated to a B grade Bollywood actress ?  And not once but twice!  Many failed in that paper by the way! Lolz call me bashful if you will but I passed and with decent marks.


Now coming to P.J-- I don’t think whatever I say or do, can do complete justice to this man.  He is weird-mad-crazy but an amazing guy.  If he could ask you to shut your trap, you could ask him to shut up.  He made his own rules. Laughed, yelled, abused, made us sing and dance in a journalism class.  I remember once while we discussed our magazine, P.J spilt his tea.  As we offered to clean, he was like "Now that would waste the two sips of tea!" and licked it off the table.  We were zapped.


He is one of a kind.  Whatever little I know about journalism is thanks to him.

About the third one-- the less said the better.  I miss SCM and I missed my reunion too. Blah.

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