চিরসখা

    A Short Bengali story

by

Rishita Ghosh 

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গল্পটা কিন্তু আজকের নয়। প্রায় তিনটে বছর হয় গালো, ওদের দেখাও হয়নি, কথা হয়নি আর কোন রকম কোন যোগযোগ ও নেই। ওথছ, কিছু বছর আগে অব্দি ও তারা একে ওপরকে ছারা থাকতেই পারতোনা। সময়, মানুষ কে অনেক কিছু বুঝতে শেখায়, মানুষ চিন্তে শেখায়, পরিস্থিতি ওনুজাই আচরন করতে শেখায়, কিন্তু আবার এই সময় ই মানুষকে তার জীবনের সব থেকে বড় ধাক্কা টা দেয়। অভিক আর অনন্যার গল্প টাও ওনেকটা সময়ের চাকায় বাধা।

 অভিক, উচ্চাকাঙ্ক্ষা না , তবে জীবনে যে একবরেই কিছু করার ইচ্ছা নেই, তেমন টাও না। তার স্বপ্ন গুলো খুব সীমাবদ্ধ। একটা সাধারণ মধ্যবিত্ত বাঙালী বড়িতে যা হয় আরকি। বাবা ক্যালকাটা ইউনিভার্সিটি থেকে অবসরপ্রাপ্ত প্রফেসর, বিনয় সেন। আর মা এখনো অবধি একটি কলেজ এ পড়ায়, তোবে যত দিন যাচ্ছে তার ও অবসরপ্রাপ্তির দিন আগিয়ে আসছে। বিনয় বাবু আর মালা দেবীর কুল তিনটি সন্তান, দুই ছেলে আর একটি মেয়ে : অভীক, অরূপ আর অপর্ণা। মেয়ে হলো একেবারে বাবার চোখের মণি, আর যত শাসন সব দুই ছেলের ওপর দিয়ে যায়। ছেলেদের জন্য বিনয় বাবু একজন অত্যন্ত কঠোর বাবা।

আবার উল্টো দিকে অনন্যা, একেবারে সাধারণ মধ্যবিত্ত বাঙালী বাড়ি থেকে অন্তর্গত না করলেও, ওদের পরিবারকে দেখে বোঝাই যায়না যে ওরা যথেষ্ঠ বড়লোক। অনন্যার বাবা খুব নামি একজন ব্যবসায়ী, সমীর রায়। অনন্যা, বাবার একমাত্র মেয়ে হওয়ার কারণে অনেক আদরে আল্লাদেই ছোটো থেকে বড়ো হয়ছে। মেয়ে যা বলে, বাবা তাই এনে দেন। হ্যাঁ, তার মানে এই নয় যে অন্যায় আবদার গুলো ও মেনে নেন। যেখানে ভুল, সেখানে ঠিকই সে তার মেয়েকে বোকে শাসন করে আবার ঠিক পথে ফিরিয়ে আনেন । অনন্যার যখন দশ বছর বয়স, তখন তাঁর মা, শ্রীপ্রণা রায়, একটি ব্রেইন টিউমার এ মারা জান। অনেকটাই ছোট হওয়ার কারণে, অনন্যার তার মায়ের স্মৃতি তেমন কিছুই মনেও নেই।

এইবার আসি অভিক আর অনন্যার কথায়। আসলে অনু আর অভিকের বাবা ছোটবেলা থেকেই একই সাথে বড় হয়েছে, একই স্কুল, একই পাড়া। সেই মতে, পারিবারিক বন্ধু হিশেবে ওরাও বন্ধু, কিন্তু ছোট বেলাতেই সমীর বাবু আর বিনয় বাবু চেয়েছিলেন জে তাদের ছেলেমেয়েরা ও তদের মত একসাথে বড়ো হোক। তাই দুজন কেই প্ল্যান করে একই স্কুলে এবং একই কলেজে পড়ান। কলেজে ডিপার্টমেন্ট আলদা হলেও, বিকেলে রাজু দার দোকানে বসে চা এর আড্ডা টা কিন্তু বাধ্যতামূলক, সে যতই ক্লাস আর এসাইনমেন্ট থাকুক না কেনো।  স্কুল জীবনে অভিক আর অনন্যা বেস্ট ফ্রেন্ডস ছিল, কলেজে ওঠার পড়েও তাই আছে। যত দিন গেছে, ওদের বন্ধুত্ব বেড়েছে বই কমেনি। কিন্তু, ওদের বাবারা শুধু ওদের কে একই স্কুল বা কলেজ এ দেয়া তেই থেমে থাকেনি। অনেক ছোটবেলা তেই সমীর বাবু তার বন্ধুর কাছ থেকে কথা চেয়েছিলেন, যে বড় হয়ে তার মেয়ের সাথেই জেনো অভিক এর বিয়ে হয়। যেহেতু ছোটবেলা থেকে অনু নিজর মা কে তেমন ভাবে পায়নি, মালা দেবীর কাছেই সে মায়ের স্নেহো ভালবাসা তে বড় হয়ছে। তাই একে অন্যের বাড়ি যাওয়া, সেখানে থাকা তো লেগেই থাকত। বরং তার জন্যই সমীর বাবু মন দিয়ে ব্যাবসাটা করতে পেরেছিল অনেকটা নিশ্চিন্ত হয়ে। 

এখন ব্যপার টা একটু অন্যরকম।  অভিক আর অনন্যা আর বন্ধুত্বটা কি শুধুই বন্ধুত্বেই থেমে আছে?  

অভিক যথেষ্ঠ পরিপক্ক , সংবেদনশীল আর জিবনে কিছু করার ইচ্ছে আছে। কিন্তু অনুর ইচ্ছে গুলো একটু অন্য রকম। এই জেমন ‘ওয়েক উপ সিড’ সিনেমা তে, আইশা। আইশা ব্যানার্জি ছিলো ওর প্রতিমা চরিত্র। হ্যাঁ , অনু ও লেখক হতে চেয়েছিলো। মুম্বাই শহরে গিয়ে লেখালেখি নিয়ে পড়াশুনো করতে চেয়েছিল, কিন্তু বাবা বয়স কম এর দোহাই দিয়ে মুম্বাই জাওয়ার দিন গুলো পিছিয়ে দিতে থাকে। তাই একেবারে গ্রাডুয়েশন শেষ করেই কোলকাতার বাইরে পা রাখবার কথা চলছে। অভিক আর অনুর কলেজ জীবনের এটাই শেষ বছর। 

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আজকের দিনটা অনুর জন্যে খুব বিশেষ, আজকে অভিক এর জন্মদিন।

সকাল সকাল কলেজে এসে অভিক এর মাথায় একটা চাঁটি মেরে বললো “কিরে, আজকের কি প্ল্যান?”। জবাবে অভিক বলে, "কি আর নাতুন প্ল্যান হবে, রাজু দার দোকানে বসে চা এর আড্ডা টা কিন্তু মিস করতে পারছিনা! যা হবে ওটার পরে"। 

"ছিঃ ভাই, নিজের জন্মদিনে কোনো বিশেষ প্ল্যান না করে তুই রাজুদার দোকানে বসে চা এর আড্ডা দিবি? আমার বন্ধু হয় তোর এই কথা টা বলতে একবরো বাঁধলো না?"  অনু একটু মজা করেই বললো। 

"তাহলে তুই বল কি করবো?" অভীক প্রশ্ন করলো । 

"ঠিক সময় হলেই জানতে পারবি। আমাকে আর বলতে হবে না। আমি যাই এখন, ক্লাসের দেরি হয়ে যাচ্ছে। আর হ্যাঁ, বিকেল পাঁচটার সোময় আমাদের স্পেশাল যায়গাতে চলে আসবি, দেরী যাতে না হয়!!!"

অনু তাড়াতাড়ি করে বলে ক্লাসের জন্য বেরিয়ে গেলো। আশোলে তো ক্লাস নয়, ওই স্পেশাল যায়গা টা কে সাজাতে তো সময় লাগবে, তাই তারাহুড়ো কোরে বেরিয়ে গেলো।

এতক্ষণ অবধি মনে হচ্ছিল যে ওরা শুধু বন্ধু, কিন্তু অনুর জন্যে, অভিক অনেক আগেই বন্ধুত্বের শিমারেখা পার করে ফেলেছিল। হ্যাঁ, ঠিকই ধরেছেন। অনু আজকেই অভিককে নিজের মনের কথাটা জানাবে। একদিকে সে খুবই উত্তেজিত, যদি অভিকের মনেও একই অনুভূতি থাকে, কিন্তু অন্য দিকে ভয়েও আছে, যদি অভিকের তার প্রতি শুধু বন্ধুত্ব ছাড়া আর কিছুই না থাকে, তাহলে তাদের এই এত বছরের সম্পর্কটাও শেষ হয়ে যাবে। এত কিছু ভাবতে ভাবতে হঠাৎ চোখ যায় ঘড়ির দিকে, পাঁচটা বাজতে আর মাত্র পাঁচ মিনিট বাকি। সবরকম অনুভুতি নিয়েই সে জোর কদমে লেগে পড়ল সাজানোতে।

শেষ বেলুন টা ফোলাতেই পেছন থেকে আওয়াজ এলো, "আজকেও দেরী? ডেকোরেশন যখন করবি, সারপ্রাইস ই যখন দিবি তো একটু তাড়াতাড়ি করতে হতো। দেখ! আমি কত সময়নিষ্ট । ঠিক সময় এসে গেছি।” 

“উফ, সময়নিষ্ট বলে এত তাড়াতাড়ি ও কেউ আসতে বলেনি”।

অভিক মনে মনে হেঁসে ভাবে, “হুম! তুই আর পাল্টালিনা।” “হ্যাঁ, সব পার্ফেক্ট । নেহ এবার চোখটা বন্ধ করত দেখি, নাহলে সারপ্রাইস এর মজাটাই তো পাবি না।” “উফ, আবার চোখ বন্ধ কেনো, এমনি যাই না!” অনু নিজের হাথ দিয়ে আভিকের চোখটা ঢেকে আস্তে আস্তে ওর সারপ্রাইস এর দিকে নিয়ে যায়। অভিকেরে চোখ থেকে অনুর হাথটা সরাতেই অবাক হয়ে গেলো অভিক। 

কি এমন দেখে সে এতটা চমকে গেলো? 

অনন্যা কি সত্যি আজকে নিজের মনে কথা অভিক কে বলতে পারবে?

WORLD PRESS FREEDOM DAY 2025

 A Vox-Pop 

by 

Team ASCOPE

The Last Bench

A short story

Anoushka Prasad

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Each afternoon, Arjun occupied the last bench of the college courtyard, headphones on, feigning to listen to music. It was the only spot where he could be by himself, where no one inquired. 

Then, one afternoon, someone else was there. 

A girl, sitting on his bench, reading through a book. She didn’t glance up when he sat down, nor did she shift position. It was as though she had always been there. 

The following day, she was back. And the day after that. 

One afternoon, he finally spoke up. “What are you reading?” 

She looked at him. “It’s a diary.” 

He furrowed his brow. “Yours?” 

She smiled weakly. “No. Someone left it behind.” 

Arjun hesitated. “What’s in it?” 

She flipped a page. “Just fragments of someone’s life. Little things. Like the way they sat on this bench every day, waiting for something. Or someone.” 

An odd sensation swept over him. “Do you know who it is?” 

She shook her head. “No name. Just memories.” 

They read the diary together for a week. The author wrote about being invisible, about wishing someone would see them. There were mentions of the bench, the trees, the students passing by without even a glance. It was intimate, as if someone was talking to them. 

Then, one day, the girl was not there. 

Arjun searched for her, but she never returned. 

The diary remained on the bench. 

He turned to the last page. His hand trembled as he read the final line: 

“Maybe tomorrow, someone will finally talk to me.” 

The entry was dated one year ago. 

His chest constricted. He turned to the first page, searching for anything. At the bottom of the first entry was a name. 

A name he had ne’er seen before. 

It was hers. 

And suddenly, he knew—she had been waiting all along...

 

World Press Freedom Day

Poster created by Rishita Ghosh

This year the theme of the World Press Freedom Day 2025 global commemoration is on the impact of Artificial Intelligence (AI) on journalism and media: Reporting in the Brave New World – The Impact of Artificial Intelligence on Press Freedom and the Media.

AI is deeply altering journalism, requiring tools that augment investigative reporting, content creation, and fact-checking.

The event will explore these intricate issues, creating a scholarly discourse with journalists, policymakers, media professionals, and civil society actors to ensure AI reinforces, rather than weakens, press freedom and democratic principles.

Maharaja Tomare Selam | মহারাজা তোমারে সেলাম

ASCOPE celebrates the 104th birth anniversary of the legendary filmmaker Satyajit Ray

Poster created by Rishita Ghosh

I met her ...

Samanwita Das  

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I met my younger self for coffee today we arrived together both ten minutes late. with her huge backpack, she came rushing “The traffic was terrible” I say as I stride in she had a boy cut hair with two red strands wearing an outfit our mum chose I was dipped in pink, ear pods in and a little purse in my hand still wearing our mum’s choice but now with bows! she was mesmerised by my skin while continuously looking at herself in the mirror beside I complemented her strawberry freckles and told her, “It’s okay to hide” she asks me whether I still struggle with friendships i pat her head and said we found home in them now she cried about how she will never find the love that she offers I tell her how a boy loves her like it’s the easiest thing in the world now she makes me order her a cold coffee with whipped cream while I sip on my warm tea and look at her smile beam she swirls her fingers over her scars worried about never being good enough glancing at my wrists, I smile and tell her how she’s always been tough as she leaves, she asks me a question “Do we still dream? will we ever accomplish them?” I say I believe we will and we’re almost there now as we both walk away I realise that I became the person she’s strives to be and I will always let her live in me. I hope we meet for coffee again...

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The Man in the Shadows

Niyonika Thapa

 

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He doesn’t speak loud, but I always hear,

A calm kind of strength that lingers near.

He walks like the world doesn’t owe him a thing,

Yet it gives me the moon, the stars, and spring.

 

He ties his shoes in a curious way,

And hums old songs at the break of day.

He laughs at jokes that no one gets,

And fix all my broken bets.

 

He waits behind the scenes with grace,

A gentle smile on a weathered face.

He claps the loudest in the crowd,

Even when he’s not allowed.

 

You might not see him take the lead,

But he’s there in every brave good deed.

And if you ask me who he is—

This quiet man who loves like this

You’ll know him by the way I glow,

He’s, my father.

Now you know.

 

The Killer in Town...

Prakriti Pujari

 

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My mother told me about

the killer in town.

I asked her what he looks like

and she said -“its a man”.

I asked her who he targets

and she said -“girls like you”.

“girls like me?”

“Yes. Girls who are smart, beautiful, loving, caring,

meek, outspoken, dependant, independent”.

“…but thats every other girl I know mother!”

“Yes”.

I asked her how do I know its him?

She said “You don’t and that’s why you stay in”.

I asked her- “How long?”

She said- “as long as he stays in town.”

“But what if he stays forever?”

The woman in my vision board...

A Poem

Souvik Bhattacharjee 

By Pexels

I once made a vision board it had everything I wished for one of them was her an entity to adore new beginnings, new part of life that’s where I met her at the right place at the right time it wasn’t the typical trope it wasn’t love at first sight it took its sweet time the slow-burn type time brought love it didn’t knock time brought her unnoticed, unannounced showed me it’s meaning filled the empty with the presence of warmth replaced the angst with patience dreams with reality finally understood the greatest cosmic mystery the stranger turning into my everything mistakes turning into victory I once dreamt carved out of it was her she happened to be everything I manifested everything I like realized she was the dream the music’s most beautiful chord she is a woman from my vision board.

KOLKATA CANVAS

 Photography by

Diganta Dutta

 

Our City of Joy and her mesmerizing Canvas 

JOURNEY TO THE UNKNOWN

A short story

Pujarjita Sarkar

By Pexels

I sat quietly at the station, observing the bustling platform around me. There was an undeniable charm to that day; the people, the market stalls, children playing joyfully on their own, individuals engrossed in newspapers, others engaged in phone conversations or stretching their necks in anticipation of the train's arrival. While these scenes were common, they felt significant, as if I were a spectator to the beauty of everyday life. Yet, it was not merely mundane; everything seemed to revolve around my husband, my daughter, and me, the true protagonists of this moment.  

Suddenly, I was playfully interrupted by my husband and daughter, who were teasing me and laughing at my exaggerated frown. It was a magical sight to witness their happiness, their carefree enjoyment of the moment. I reached out to my husband, grasping his hand firmly, interlocking our fingers, while I watched our four-year-old ray of sunshine, as she played with her small toy. 

"Are you feeling cold, love?" my husband inquired, his voice tender and soothing. It was the first of January, New Year's Day, and indeed, the chill was palpable. "I've never felt so warm in my life, love. Thank you for this warmth, for our family, for everything," I replied, resting my head gently on his shoulder.  

"You both are my world, my everything. There’s no need to thank me, love. It’s you who fills our little family with so much love; it all feels like a dream— you, our precious daughter, everything," he responded, wrapping his large, warm hands around my shoulders. Our daughter had drifted off to sleep on his lap, her head nestled against my husband's chest. He held us close, cuddling us tightly, as if to shield us from the world. "This is a bond that transcends many lifetimes," he murmured into my ears, planting a soft kiss on my forehead, then gently kissing our sleeping daughter's little cheeks. 

The once comforting hum of the crowd suddenly erupted into a cacophony of screams, shattering the peace. People began to scatter in every direction, driven by an instinct to flee from an unseen threat. Our daughter, roused from her slumber by the chaos, clung to her father's chest, trembling.  

In a swift motion, my husband enveloped her in one arm, shielding her as he took my hand with the other. Just as we rose from the bench, ready to find safety, a man stepped into our path, brandishing a long gun aimed straight at my husband. Time seemed to freeze. The noise faded into silence. I shut my eyes, the world around me dimming. I could no longer feel the gentle touch of my husband’s hand or hear our daughter’s sweet voice calling out, “Mumma! Mumma!”  

When I opened my eyes, the station was deserted, void of any life. Panic surged through me as I called out for my family, my heart racing. Then, I felt a small hand grasp my finger tightly—it was my little angel. Moments later, my husband appeared, taking my other hand, a warm and reassuring smile lighting up his face. “Mumma, it’s time to go! The train is here!” my daughter exclaimed, her excitement infectious.  

“Do you remember what I told you, love? This bond lasts through many lifetimes. We’re just moving on to the next one,” my husband said gently.  

“But I wanted more time in this life, more moments in our cozy home, more days watching our angel grow,” I replied, my voice thick with emotion. He pulled us close, wrapping his arms around us tightly. “We’ll miss our train, my love. Trust me, our next destination holds all the answers you seek. Let’s go.”  

With that, we made our way to the train, which stood patiently waiting for us alone. My daughter bubbled with laughter and joy as she hopped aboard with her father, ready for the adventure that lay ahead. 

I paused at the gate, taking a final glance behind me. There we were—me, my husband and daughter, nestled together on the platform floor, sleeping soundly, faces serene and content. We looked so close, just like we do at home in our cozy bed. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I climbed aboard the train, settling down next to my family. As the train began to glide away, I felt a mix of emotions, heading towards an unknown destination. 

Remembering all such happy and innocent families that were shattered in the 26/11 attacks in Mumbai. 

 

SHUBHO NOBOBORSHO

Team ASCOPE - An initiative by ASCO-Kol wishes you all A Bengali Happy New Year 

SHUBHO NOBOBORSHO

May the year be filled with creativity and prosperity

Poster by Shreyasee Pal

 

One Step at a Time: 'Milap' and launch of 'ASCOPE'

By ASCOPE Team

On the eve of April 10, 2025, Amity School of Communication, Kolkata organised the event of Milap. Milap, a vibrant fusion of creativity from the BAJMC-2, MAJMC-2, and MAJMC-4 batches, brought students back to the essence of communication—speaking, listening, and seeing. The event, packed with interactive sessions, was an initiative to celebrate and sharpen core media skills through participation and creative expression.

  ASCOPE - Logo by Indira Senapati of M.A Sem 4

The event began with a warm welcome, followed by a speech from the Honourable HOI, Dr. Pritam Chattopadhyay. The key highlight was the official launch of ASCOPE, a student blog showcasing the digital marketing expertise of MAJMC-4, with contributions from all three batches in the form of articles and sketches. This initiative will be mentored by ASCO-Kol faculty members.The audience engaged in a listening activity presented by MAJMC-2, followed by a visual storytelling session with BAJMC-2’s posters on 'Global conflicts and their media portrayal'. MAJMC-4 also presented a brand story exhibition, reflecting their innovation and creativity.

Milap Poster By Hiya Mitra of BAJMC-2   

The finale focused on speaking—the heart of media practice. ASCOPE was introduced as a platform for students to develop their voice and express themselves. Students were encouraged to follow the blog on Instagram and join the team to continue this journey of expression.

At the Event all faculty members and the students

 HOI, Dr Pritam Chattopadhyay and Moumita De Das, Associate Professor and Editor of ASCOPE 

of Amity School of Communication at the event

Milap Event Head, Moumita De Das along with M.A Sem 4 students launching ASCOPE

Posters of BAJMC 2 on Global Conflict and Media Coverage and MAJMC 4 on Brand Story Telling

An audio drama by M.A Sem 4

ASCOPE Team Members

Milap ended on a high note, with gratitude to all participants for making the event lively and memorable. It was organised by ASCO-Kol faculty member, Moumita De Das, Associate Professor. The event truly marked the spirit of teamwork and creative vibrancy that in coming semesters will have positive impact on students' academic excellence and personal growth.

Report by Hiya Mitra

Pic Courtesy: Pramit Sarkar

                       Rishita Ghosh

Lights Arrangement: Jishnu Nag

Check this out!

The blog link - ASCOPE 

https://ascopeblogging.blogspot.com/?m=1

     

     

  

AMIPHORIA’25 – The gala annual fest of AMITY

AMIPHORIA 2025

Samanwita Das, Hiya Mitra, Bhumika Shaw

B.A Sem 2

 

The much-awaited Amity University-Kolkata’s annual fest, AMIPHORIA 2025 set forth on March 6,7,8, 2025. This report captured a few glimpses of fun and frolic at the campus for three days.

On Day-One, it began with a spectacular ‘Opening Ceremony’, setting the stage for a vibrant celebration of culture, creativity, and competition showcasing the theme of Holi. The day unfolded with “Nrityadhwani”, a mesmerizing dance event that showcased diverse performances, followed by “Celestial Threads”, a fashion show where participants exhibited their artistic flair through stunning costumes and unique designs.  

The festival’s theatrical segment, “Natya Mancha”, captivated the audience with powerful storytelling and dramatic excellence. "Chromatic Echoes" showcased a vibrant artistic extravaganza, filling the air with creativity and talent. Literature and poetry lovers were enthralled by “Kavya Nabha”, a platform for poetic expression and spoken word artistry.

On the technology front, “Dev Drive” and “Trace Quest” challenged the participants with innovative coding and problem-solving tasks. Meanwhile, sports enthusiasts witnessed high-energy basketball and football matches, showcasing teamwork and athleticism. 

Innovation took center stage in the “Innovation” event, where creative minds presented groundbreaking ideas. “Small Actions Big Impact” highlighted inspiring initiatives with significant social influence on the environment. Lastly, the day concluded with “Pictale”, a storytelling competition that celebrated creativity through pictures and narratives. As the sun set on an action-packed first day of Amiphoria Fest, the excitement reached its peak with the star event of the night—a high-energy performance by DJ Lil B. The crowd came alive as electrifying beats and pulsating rhythms filled the air, turning the venue into a vibrant dance floor. Students and attendees grooved to chart-topping tracks, celebrating the spirit of the fest in an unforgettable musical spectacle. With an incredible mix of music and an electrifying atmosphere, DJ Lil B’s performance was the perfect grand finale, leaving everyone eagerly anticipating the next day’s festivities. With an exhilarating start, Amiphoria Fest promises even more excitement in the coming days, bringing together talent, passion, and unforgettable experiences.

Singer Snigdhajit

We kicked Day 2, with Khoj 3.0, covering the entirety of the campus, letting the treasure hunters explore a vast expanse, creating a great environment of competition. Rockmania, a clash of bands, captivated audiences at the main stage with energizing vocals and live band music. Amity School of Communication (ASCO) organised Cine Saga 2025 in their Big Studio which showcased the artistically genius short films created by the participants. The Dialectic Duel was an exhilarating clash of perspectives as debaters faced off in the ultimate test of wit, rhetoric, and insight. The Wellness Club organised the Fitflow Frenzy, a competition of peak body tonality and the Poster Roulette, where participants depicted mental health through their art. Historical legends were brought to life by cosplayers in the Historic Legends Cosplay Competition. The Plant on a Plate was all about creativity, sustainability, and the beauty of plant-based ingredients. The main stage was brought to the centre of attention once again by the Step Up Showdown brought the streets to life, one beat at a time. The Theatre Club organized Awaaz: The Voice of Change in the Amphitheatre, evoking emotions among the audience and judges. ASCO, once again, organized the Ad-Venture in their small studio, where creativity met strategy, and the participants created their most innovative ad campaign. Business Got Latent had teams clash to disrupt, defend and dominate in the ultimate branding showdown. The performing guest of the evening was Snigdhajit and Liveline. His performance was packed with nostalgia with timeless love songs, disco songs, bengali songs and even kirtans. He was greatly appreciated by the masses for taking song requests and crowd work. The Atrium, packed with students was extremely loud with students screaming their hearts out, singing along to the songs being sung.

Singer Asees Kaur

The final day began with a series of cultural events, highlighting India's diverse artistic traditions. The spotlight was on "Folk Unplugged," a soulful musical showcase where talented performers from different colleges captivated the audience with mesmerizing renditions of folk songs. The event paid homage to India’s rich musical heritage, leaving everyone in awe of the raw and powerful performances.  Other creative competitions like "Fight for Honor: Tekken Edition" and “WWE SmackDown’’  (ESports), "Lens League" (Video making Contest), "Web Master" (Website making Contest), and Beat Clash( Beatboxing Contest) also reached their thrilling conclusions. These events allowed students to express their artistic visions, and the best works were recognized with awards. As the sun sets, the most-awaited moment of the fest arrived—the star performance by Asees Kaur. The excitement was palpable as thousands of students gathered around the grand stage, eagerly waiting for the Bollywood sensation to take over. She opened her performance with the soulful track "Raataan Lambiyan", instantly mesmerizing the crowd. The atmosphere turned electric as she performed high-energy hits like "Akh Lad Jaave" and "Bolna", making everyone sing along.The audience erupted in cheers when she sang "Makhna" and "Ve Maahi", turning the venue into a sea of swaying hands and phone flashlights.The night reached its climax with the power-packed number "Jaan Ban Gaye", leaving everyone in a euphoric state. Asees Kaur’s charismatic stage presence and versatile singing style created an unforgettable concert experience. Students danced, cheered, and lost themselves in the rhythm, making it the perfect way to conclude the festival. As the concert ended, the closing ceremony began. Organizers and student leaders took the stage to thank participants, performers, and faculty members for making Amiphoria 2025 a massive success. Confetti rained down on the ecstatic crowd as they took their last selfies and hugged their friends, cherishing the three days of memories.

 

काश !

A Hindi poem 

Bhumika  Shaw

B.A Sem 2  

by Pexels

काश! ये जिंदगी ऐसी होती, 

कुछ कुछ मन के जैसी होती । 

हम कहते तो रुकती, हम कहते तो चलती, 

हम जैसा चाहते ये वैसी होती । 

 

वक़्त की चाबी अपने हाथ होती । 

समय अपने अनुकूल दिन होता, 

खुशियों को बाँध के रख पाते, 

हर बंधन से वह आज़ाद होती । 

 

न मिल कर कोई बिछड़ता । 

ना बचपन का वो वक्त निकलता । 

न जुदा होने की रस्में होती, 

ना रिश्तों में बसा प्यार बदलता । 

 

काश! ये जिंदगी ऐसी होती । 

परियों की कहानियों के जैसी होती । 

न कोई शर्तें, न कोई सरहद बाँधती, 

हम जैसी चाहते ये वैसी होती ।  

 

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