What is Impulse? An impulse is a sudden urge , an involuntary drive and this is precisely what we wish to create; an impulse. In a world where media is dominated by paid news, the lives of celebrities and superficial art we wish to invoke a better understanding of our contemporary life. Make no mistake,we are not a journal, our target readership isn’t the educated literati. We are but bridge between two worlds. A bridge which ultimately hopes to change what constitutes contemporary media. Beyond simply the content of media, we fully appreciate the role it plays in opinion making. We thus strive to create more nuanced opinions by promoting superior media.

This is exactly what we here from this young bunch of youngsters who have taken up the charge of bringing out a positive change in the current media by starting IMPULSE. By itself a forceful name, Impulse may turn out to be a trend setter in the coming years. Watch out for it. There is something NEW in store for you.



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TDIPH 5 – The Make Up

Caution: This post if full of Philosophy.

The thing about being committed is that you can’t get enough time for your friends. Even if you spend all your day with them, more often than not one of them will always come up with an abrupt expression of sadness over your absence from some joke. They will try to show you that you are no longer required in the group. Mind it, they don’t want you outside of the group. But of course, their new-born jealousy and instinctive slyness shows up now and then.

The above stands true when your girlfriend is not from the same group you hang around with. If, by some unfortunate accident, one of your group-buddies become your girlfriend—you both have to leave the group. Forever.

It was long after that legendary break-up, which this story starts. But this may not be a story after all. But we won’t discuss that now. Enough of Genre discussions!!

There are many privileges one enjoys when he tries to observe everything around him. A skeptical observer can analyze situations quickly. He can form impressions of others quickly. In fact it is one of the things people don’t like about him. He KNOWS what is going on in their mind. This makes them feel insecure. They start repressing their inner self in his presence. But this is applicable in case of those who KNOW him. For people who are new to his telepathic powers may well be more susceptible.

Sometimes the skeptical observer does not feel so HAPPY reading others’ minds, There are not HAPPY things always. There are insecurities within. There are discreet lies which they often tell themselves to hide bitter realities of life. There is continuous jabbering of a confused mind. And there are ideas about his projection in their minds. He does not like it!!

  • Good feelings: yes, it feels nice when you know people think nice of you. You feel contented that you are respected. But who needs others’ opinions? Are you not complete in yourself? Do you really need others to define you?
  • Bad Feelings: who will feel good when he comes to know that others think ill of him? But that is not the thing that makes you uneasy.Prejudice. Yes. You feel like explaining the other person that it is not true. You feel like changing his feeling towards him. But you know you can’t do anything. You know you can’t just change the things around you. You have to act. Yes action… You need to act such that he understands your inner self better.

It is a bitter truth of life, that to live it properly you have to find such approvals from others. It is a sad reality of life that sometimes, you have to crouch down below your own ideals to make others understand what you feel of life and what they should feel about you. I am doing the very same thing now…..

Why they? But why not? They are important to your life. They, with whom you share your happiness and sorrow, they, with whom you feel happy…contented.

The reason of break up was not as foolish as was highlighted in the previous chapter. It was graver. And I don’t intend to explain it to others. I am happy. Thank you *—* for finally understanding me. 😛

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16. Emptiness

There is an emptiness which I can’t descry.

I am feeling low but can’t tell why.

There are a lot of things I want to write here

but I find no words to describe them. I wish there

was no peace in the world so that I could

be peaceful at the idea of being as one should

be that is peaceful. I know I am sad.

The world for me is nothing but a fad

machine which churns your peace

into the bits of your piece

cut from the chunks of your sweat and blood

and bones and cud.

I want to escape from this pain.

I once again desire to become insane.

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15. He loves me. He loves me not.

Please go through the following terms and conditions before going through this may-be-highly-controversial monologue.

  1. It does not, in any way, relate the emotions of any of the students’ of INGLEES HONORS KILAAS, even if, the post is the fifteenth chapter of my life in HRC.
  2. The people addressed to, or indicated in this monologue of a girl, does not, in any way, are the students of INGLEES HONORS KILAAS.
  3. I don’t intend to hurt the emotions of people I know and love in any, known or unknown, way.
  4. ” ” and ” “, please don’t kill me after reading this post.
  5. Others: Please don’t fill in the blanks.

The first time I saw him, he was talking to other boys of the class. Smart, handsome and well groomed. A vibrant ray of inexplicable confidence was oozing out of him. He was laughing hard… a laugh of a child… innocent… yet there was a maturity in it never seen before. It was not love at first sight. May be it was. No.Yes…

He was friendly with other people of the new class. His magnetic persona attracted people towards him in no time. Everyone was yearning to befriend him. I was no different. I too approached him. I shook his hand. The touch… But he was as amiable as before. I expected a special response!!

Days converted into weeks. Hi’s converted into silent yet all conversing smiles. We would meet everyday. We would talk to each other. We would play funny games with other. With each passing day, my admiration for him touched newer heights. With each passing day, my love for him increased manifold. Love? Silly me. Can I call it as love? Isn’t it just infatuation? Or rather, as I said, respect?

He has a great sense of humor. He possesses a sharp wit. I like these qualities in a man. Everyone likes these qualities in a man. So everyone flocks around him incessantly. I don’t like it.

Somehow I feel that he knows that I like him. I know that he likes me. But why does he behave in such a manner to me? I try to catch his attention. I try to make him aware of my presence. But he feigns ignorance. Why does he do it? Tell me, why do you do it?

May be this is my imagination. May be, he does not like me at all. May be… his negligence is part of his refusal to me…may be… But I won’t stop myself. I will continue burning myself in this agony until I find his answer. Yes or no. I don’t care. No No… I care… 😦

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How to download photo albums on Facebook

  1. Follow this link.
  2. Download and install Facepad into your firefox browser.(same as you do with every plugin)
  3. Now, when you right-click on the image/image album to be downloaded, an option saying “Download album with Facepad” will appear. Click on this and the photo album is yours!!
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Some serious Talk

Some of the most important things to be noted down in your diaries and remembered. They may help in life-death situation.

  • No word in the English language rhymes with “month”. (Poets and poetesses, an assignment for you.)
  • “Go.” is the shortest complete sentence in the English language. (Go Go Go…)
  • An ostrich’s eye is bigger than its brain. (And Aak….’s…….???)(no offense intended)
  • Ants don’t sleep. (One thing is clear then: I am not an ant)
  • The opposite sides of a dice cube always add up to seven. (Wow….a new discovery, Einstein where are you?)
  • The number of registered vehicles in Delhi is more than the sum total of registered vehicles in Mumbai, Calcutta, and Chennai. (Ha ha ha….Mumbai wale…huh…)
  • According to a study by the Economic Research Service, 27% of all food production in Western nations ends up in garbage cans. Yet, 1,2 billion people are underfed – the same number of people who are overweight. (Wo sab India mein kyun nahi bhejte?)
  • If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee. (Abhimanyu!! Start!!)
  • It’s impossible to sneeze with your eyes open. (I know you are trying to do this. I won’t disturb you)
  • Americans on the average eat 18 acres of pizza every day. (***beep****)
  • Skepticisms is the longest word that alternates hands when typing. (ha ha ha…don’t type the name of my blog in google)
  • The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache. (Samajh gaya Pra Nav…)
  • The ant can lift 50 times its own weight, can pull 30 times its weight and always falls over on its right side when intoxicated. (Seekho kuchh logoan…)
  • Elephants are the only animals that can’t jump. ( thankfully !!)
  • Mosquitoes do not bite. They stab. A mosquito has no jaws, hence when attacking a victim, it pierces it with its long proboscis and sucks the blood up through it’s nasal tube. (Samjhe Dramasoc walon….)
  • Beetles taste like apples, wasps like pine nuts, and worms like fried bacon. (ab khaane mat lag jana)You can’t kill yourself by holding your breath (now this is strange…)
  • Adolf Hitler was a vegetarian, and had only ONE testicle. (Did he have any children?)
  • Some worms will eat themselves if they can’t find any food! (How?)
  • Queen Elizabeth I regarded herself as a paragon of cleanliness. She declared that she bathed once every three months, whether she needed it or not. (And I used to think I was the greatest paragon 😦 )
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14. Manyu’s Dhoom-1



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