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The Rise-ing journey

When I was first enrolled into the board, I had no idea what editing meant, or writing for that matter. I was just a young and naive first year student who was enthusiastic about his independence in a new and fast city, his college life, and who had a long measuring tape for horizons. Fortunately though, I found that one teacher who knew how to channel that enthusiasm in one direction. When I was first asked, I went straight up to her and in a brutally honest but polite tone told her, "Ma'am, I don't know a thing about economics or writing", to which she replied, "that's what we'll teach you". And indeed she did.


 

Two years of priceless education and training and warmth were predicated by the blazer. The blazer which had earlier been worn by the woman behind the birth and the broad-shouldered senior(read responsible) in chronological order, was much of a responsibility. I though initially was unsure of whether I'll be able to fit in, but the supportive team behind, my good natured seniors, the teacher who shaped it, the enthusiasm of new chapters, made it an exciting and lovely journey.

The night the website was born, I felt like a mother. Even my eyes glistened a little when a full packed seminar room applauded to the sight of the e-version.

  

Today though on the one hand I feel heavy handing over the blazer to someone else, I am equally proud that that someone is more than deserving for it. The lady who brought the star article to the issue 3; and who sometimes flattered me for my humor. I hand over the blazer to you with hope that you will carry the legacy forward.

The journal breathes not only on the blazer bearing person alone but equally on the team. The team that works restlessly until the sixteen page paper, fresh with the scent of publication, comes in the hands of the people. I welcome you all and wish all the luck for the issue.

Sudhir Swarup.
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  1. Steffi Mujral1 March 2015 at 07:40

    N we r continuing the legacy ..hope this rise rises well :)

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  2. Steffi Mujral1 March 2015 at 07:41

    N we r continuing the legacy ..hope this rise rises well :)

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