It’s been for quite some time that I have been staring at the blank computer screen. My fingers waiting patiently, while my brain (she tells me, I don’t have one) ran from Dumdum to Kavi Nazrul. Just a few days back I had made up my mind about dedicating the first editorial to… umm… I forgot.
Magazine’s come in many shapes and sizes. Accordingly they are classified as Box Magazines, Tubular Magazines, Rotary or Spool Magazines, Drum Magazines, Pan Magazines and Helical Magazines. UTH KOLKATA is a Quarterly Magazine. Fire arms that can operate with detachable magazines, like the Thompson submachine gun, can accept both box and drum magazines. Am not sure how fast Kolkata will accept this youth magazine. We shall have to stand the test of time[s] (all puns intended). Wait a minute, I’ll be right back. Sorry, I know I should have switched off my cell phone before I sat down to scribble (rather Tap) this editorial.
On second thoughts, I should refrain from discussing about magazines; lest people think that I am promoting violence. These are troubled times. I have told all the editors and columnists to use their “right” hands and “left” hands equally while typing. It’s an apolitical magazine you know. I hear explosions; I smell the stench of dried blood on parched fields; I see the crowded desolation. Wake up Sid and write back. I know not who gave birth to Hitler and why Christ forgave Judas, but I faintly remember a poet called Neruda saying, “There are no noble assassins”. Splat! these mosquitoes are killing me… finally It’s pay back time… oops, I have blood all over my left palm (no puns intended); it’s my own blood I know.
I expected the tap water to be colder than it was, it’s December after all. But the way things keep on unfolding in the Copenhagens of the global village, I doubt if the tap water will get any colder in January when you get the magazine. Global Warming can truly be a hot issue (literally and metaphorically).But, it’s one of the most hackneyed of 21st century topics. People are making films, composing songs, and writing stories, organizing seminars and much more. Everything is being done except coming to a common decision – WE MUST STOP GLOBAL WARMING (all kyotos included). Anyways, I was thinking, what if I write a commissioned article? By the way this one too is a commissioned article. We are receiving funds from an undisclosed Swiss Bank Account… nah! Just kidding…
Setting up a magazine is quite tough (that’s a hideous understatement). People ask you questions, all kinds of it – simple, thought-provoking, scornful, bizarre, the list goes on. These questions all get entangled in your mind. Some questions which you could not answer and some questions you did not want to answer. In that state of mind you should never sit down to write an editorial. It’s like going to cast your vote when the only option you want to find in the EVM is not there – “vote for none”! A lost cause… eh? Anyways, don’t peek into my mind anymore, as none of this is going to find a place in the first editorial which I write.
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It’s been for quite some time that I have been staring at the blank computer screen. My fingers waiting patiently, while my brain (she tells me, I don’t have one) ran from Dumdum to Kavi Nazrul. Just a few days back I had made up my mind about dedicating the first editorial to… umm… I forgot.
UTH KOLKATA, Editorial, Vol 01 Issue 01
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