When the leaves of age are blown away by the winds of nostalgia, memories are uncovered. Memories of feats accomplished, memories of the joys of youth, memories of Ragam’s past. After all memories are all that we have, and memories are which drive us on. Every passing Ragam adds a new page to the history books for generations yet to come. they might say history repeats itself, but we beg to differ, for every Ragam has something new to offer. 

Addiction is a relative term. On one side of the coin there are people spending their days in a haze, there's still hope for them. However on the other side lies another breed of addicts. a breed which spends a  whole year in anticipation of this particular high. A high which teases and eases you into sinful indulgence. It's them that we’re worried about. There is something about Ragam which draws them year after year. An addiction to the events, an addiction to pro shows, an addiction to the very high spirits that is Ragam. Well if high hopes are your dreams then comfortingly numb is how you shall find yourself. Because after all, everyone needs their own little vice.

When man called out to the Gods for change, he didn’t expect such a vigorous response. And all of a sudden, the jokes are not funny anymore, because the dire threat that is the prediction of climatic change has clouded our skies. And the opponent does not have much of a sense of humour. Yes, the situation is dark, yes, we’ve been dealt a bad hand, but haven’t we always found hope in the worst of times. And it is only fitting that we the youth, should look up and see the sun shining through the clouds. Perhaps we are just hollow hypocrites trying to feel good about themselves. But perhaps not.. Perhaps all that we require is belief – both in ourselves and that to achieve the greater good, we need to believe in a greater God .
 

If the fruit of hard labour tastes sweet, then fruit obtained through not all that much hard work and is a lot more than you should rightfully expect, tastes sweet as sin. And if the extravagant prizes we offer, to say nothing of immortality at a college level, are not forbidden fruit, we don’t know what is. And let us stop you before you cry that the thought of wealth or glory never crossed your mind. We think a little bit of greed never hurt anyone. And if you’re still pleading innocent, that’s fine by us too. We’ll give the money to the poor...

Genius has only one logical conclusion, Madness. It’s a crazy world out there, especially for the glory seekers. Because in a blink of an eye and a snap of your fingers, your 5 minute of fame could very well turn into your 5 minutes of shame. But we don’t care now, do we? Because this time at NITC, anarchy is gonna reign supreme. And the best form of order comes out of chaos. The thin line that seperates insanity with ingenuity is going to be blurred. We’ll just have to live with it. All we can do is , just go crazy, just party, just Ragam …