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The Literary, Debate, and Quiz Club, MIT Manipal, Manipal Institute of Technology, Manipala (2025)

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Manipal Institute Of Technology

30/09/2021

We are proud to present to you, Linquiztics'21, our flagship annual literary and quiz festival. This year, we have seven amazing and highly competitive events spread across a five day span in the first week of October. There are four quizzes — General, SciBizTech, Nerd Culture, and MELAS — and three literary events — PotPourri, Just - A - Minute, and Creative Writing.
All registrations are completely free of cost!

We also have exciting cash prizes for all winners!

*Registration link:* https://forms.gle/qdyabEaZKifqie4NA

Hope to see you at Linquiztics!

11/06/2021

Introducing the Board of The Literary, Debate and Quiz Club of Manipal for the year 2021-22!

16/11/2020

Here's your chance to know and be a part of one of the most prestigious clubs in Manipal! You can visit the link given below to register for the GBM
We hope to see you there! 🔥💫

Registration link:https://linktr.ee/ldqmanipal

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19/09/2020

Presenting to you the sponsor of Linquiztics 2020

13/09/2020

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Introducing the Quizzing Events for the fest! Come and have your share of what college quizzing looks like.

Moreover we have a prize pool worth 3k+ for the fest!

REGISTRATIONS ARE NOW OPEN.

Note : For team events, ensure your teammate also fills up the form.

Registration link: https://forms.gle/WpPZaJMcc9r34yh79

13/09/2020

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LDQ Manipal brings to you it's one of a kind Lit & Quiz Fest -- Linquiztics'20!
To be conducted between the 19th-22nd of September, as a much needed break post-assignments, the fest is open to ALL COLLEGES UNDER MAHE and for All Years

Registration Links & Event Details will soon be available on our page! Stay tuned!

Veni Witty Vici!

28/07/2020

Hello! The Literary, Debate and Quiz Club ( LDQ)of MIT, Manipal is recruiting for it's Management Committee!

It's open for all second years across MAHE

Departments to apply for :-
- Literary Society
- Debate Society
- Quizzing Society
- Management, Logistics & Sponsorship
- SM & Graphics

Interviews will be taken between 7th-9th August

Interview form is provided below :-
http://tiny.cc/LDQManComm

24/07/2020

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. ~ Seneca
Presenting The Board of The Literary Debate and Quiz club for the year 2020-21.

05/06/2020

It has recently come to our notice that Aravind Anil, a person associated with our Quizzing Society has allegations of harrassment against him.

He was a quiz master for one of our quizzes. However, we have taken down all the posts related to him.

As these things come to light, we strongly condemn his alleged actions and officially dissociate ourselves as a society from said person.

16/05/2020

When two lonely people meet, they will try and make homes out of each other with anything they can find.
They will sketch blueprints from the first hello,
build a house with an off-white picket fence
paint them in fool’s gold.
They will dust each other off like library books;
Swearing to read one another cover to cover,
only to skip to the good parts
then place them on the back shelf.

When two lonely people meet every song will be their song;
They’ll make dance floors out of dirty kitchen tiles,
and slow dance to the hum of the refrigerator.
They will flirt with shooting stars after hours,
rearranging the constellations,
pleading for astrological compatibility,
Only to feign surprise when their star signs align.
When two lonely people meet they are destined to lose themselves in each other;
mixing smiles and laughter like vodka and coke,
getting swept up in conversation like it’s a dance neither of them remember learning.

When two lonely people meet they will insist that their hands fit together like puzzle pieces,
even if their hearts do not
They’ll call each other art from outside the museum,
look at each other how starving artists would a blank canvas;
make one another bleed colours they’ve never heard of
until the bristles fall out;
And they’re left with unfamiliar smiles that they’ll swear they knew in another life.

When two people meet they will try and make homes out of each other with anything they can find;
Pay no mind
to warning signs.
Like poets
they’ll dress each other in metaphor,
Simile;
Say their love is like a hurricane,
because when two lonely people meet
they are destined to destroy each other.

By Alankriti Singh

14/05/2020

Marriage is like a deck of cards,
In the beginning you'll need two hearts and a diamond,
Sooner than later, the charm wears off, beauty fades,
Towards the end you wish you had a club and a spade.
I pray and pray but my troubles have yet to vanish with a p**f
My only hope from above now, is a sniper on the roof.
I am reminiscent of those early days,
My darling wife, full of joy, so innocent and carefree
But now she'll be the reason why I get off with an insanity plea.
It only got worse, the constant bickering every day and night,
I grew tired and weary, wishing I could put an end to it all,
Everyday she kept finding a new reason to fight.
The Roses have wilted, the violets are dead.
I dearly wish to finally give in to the voices in my head.
"Strangle her!", They say. Or better yet, slice her wrists with a knife,
Take care of the body and cry your eyes out because you miss your lovely wife.
My dear reader, you might wonder as to why I didn't simply leave her?
It's not that easy, she would get the house and a hefty alimony,
Besides why would I leave her ,when I just got her a nice and expensive Life insurance policy.
I tried to stay calm, even took some therapy,
But a deranged wife and a husband who has reached breaking point, make for a dangerous recipie,
But some distance from her did me a whole lot of good.
Meditation, yoga, spending time with friends did wonders for my mood.
My friends and family offer their condolences, They say, Just wait.Once you find love again, you'll be ecstatic.
I smile and take a sip of my wine and try not to the think about the strange smell in the attic.

By Abha Deo

12/05/2020

I gazed upon the twinkling stars
with utter amaze and wonder,
could they have glistened so bright
had the sky not been leaden?
The shimmer of the stars pierced the sky
to be seen far beyond its dark,
could this have been possible had the sky
displayed its hues pure and stark?
I gazed upon the wide blue yonder
with utter amaze and wonder,
The pink, the blue, the orange and the copious hues
that embellished its canvas beyond the infinite.
The hues suffused and coated,
each incomplete without each other,
had they been independent and willful
could the sky have been bright as a peacock’s feather?
Like the sky, the stars, the sun;
Our lives are independent of none,
It is only when one light dims
lightens the one, next of its kin.
In this world full of natural splendors
Rises the dawn, alike, for the robust and tender;
Foolish are we to think that the colossal
exist without the glory of the gentle.

By Radhika Taneja

08/05/2020

When I fall asleep

I was 7 when the nightmares first started
I tried telling Ma about my terrors
She kissed my forehead and
handed me a worn, leather-bound book
"Love, I think this book is just for you"
I'd tried reading the title and
had fumbled "Frank-frankes-"
"Frankenstein" she'd said.

That night, I dreamt of skittering
shadows on the ceiling and razor-sharp
claws raking the underside of the bed.
There was someone beside me
under my blankets and I could feel
their breath on my neck but I dare not
open my eyes lest it all be real
But all of these fears faded away
at the onset of morning, just like
the receding moon's shadow.

I was 13 when Ma was admitted
to the local hospital because Papa
convinced everyone that
she was delusional
So I didn't tell anyone about how
I hadn't slept a wink in 6 years
and how daylight was my only solace.
I didn't tell anyone about how
Ma would slowly slip a book into my room
from under the door every night
so that I didn't have to go to sleep.

As my words didn't suffice,
I sharpened a pencil and drew on
my books and clothes, scribbled on the walls,
covered every brick with my scrawlings
When the tips of my pencils broke and the ink
ran out, I etched the words onto my skin.
When my nails wore down, and the skin
around my nails started peeling,
I took up my mother's knife
and drew on my skin.

I drew to keep the monsters at bay
Because stopping this would mean
giving up and Ma hadn't
raised me to be a quitter.
So I drew on and on until my skin was worn
and riddled with scars of my past.
Until there wasn't an inch of me that wasn't
covered with cuts from Ma's knife.

I do all this because I know.
I know when I fall asleep,
they will come for me.
They've been growing stronger with
every drop of my blood spilt.
Slowly, but steadily
I know that this time, when I fall asleep,
it will be my last time.
I drop the knife and slowly close my eyes
And I fall asleep.......

By Shravya Mallya

06/05/2020

Humanity

The world is filled of hate,
anger, fear and selfish
people.
No one wants to see the good anymore,
as the hearts are filled with sorrow.

Countries fighting wars,
people fighting each other,
everyone wants revenge,
as if forgiveness is forgotten.

"To love and be loved",
these are just words now,
as meanings are lost,
just the way feelings are.

No one wants to be wrong,
lest it'll be an ego issue,
as if the human born in them,
is just left for the dead.

Today there are labels to anything and everything,
leaving the minds to confusion,
as not a person really knows,
who they are or what they want to be?

It is often ignored as to how,
Respect, sanity, humanity is put aside and,
All we can think about is,
Feminism, equality and women empowerment.

Everyone talks about what you believe in,
what you should believe in,
there are a million questions as to,
who and what should we choose and what kind of a person are we,
but no one asks the one simplest question of all,
"Are you a humanist?"

The world should come together as one,
asking each other to come under one label - humanist,
instead of dividing ourselves into other labels,
for the need of the hour is to show kindness,
and not be divided within ourselves.

By Esh*ta Kohli

02/05/2020

In the glorious times of Ancient Greece
The land of Gods and Prophecies
An Odd Beggar sits in a large pot
A man we now call Diogenes

The gilded avenues of Athens
Studded with opulent palaces
Grace the steps of the ‘ladies and the gents’
As they walk, wrapped in the finest of linens

When they see the Odd Beggar, shining bright
Carrying a lantern in broad daylight
And then hear him beckon with all his might
“Your bright clothes cannot hide the darkness of this night
In this city there is no honest man in sight!”

In the glorious times of Ancient Greece
The land of Gods and Prophecies
An Odd Beggar sits in a large pot
A man named Diogenes

All the statesmen and philosophers
Were ready to fill their coffers
By raining praise on their ruler
The Great Alexander
Yet the king yearned for praise from one man

The Great do not like to wait
And Alexander did not bend to fate
So he left to earn the praise of that man
For he was the Odd Beggar’s fan

In the grass fields, the Odd Beggar lay
Thinking of the mysteries of the human way
Basking in the Sun’s rays
When stomping feet were heard
Alexander had come with his armored herd

“I Alexander, king of kings
The songs of my conquests everyone sings
Have come to ask you what you want
So that you too will join them in their song”

Diogenes looked the king in the eye
Smiled, and then let out a sigh
And said “Stand a little out of my Sun”

In the glorious times of Ancient Greece
The land of Gods and Prophecies
An Odd Beggar sits in a large pot
A man named Diogenes
Who spent his day opening our eyes
To the corrupt values and abject lies
His wisdom, a gift he gave
To new philosophers far and wide
So that in the future,
No man will light a lantern
In broad daylight

By Sumantra Sen

27/04/2020

[Lights on Archit on the left side of the stage.]
Archit : But Sir, jobs or passions, career or dreams; what is to be done?
Like a shellfish drowning in selfish waves.
Am I in this vast claustrophobic maze.
Som: Your schooling will speak for you, Son.
You’ll find your answers, you’ll find your solutions.
Archit: Ahead of me is a diverse network of distant misty roads. And I---
Som: lost? You’ll remember the march past drill in the haughty summer, and they’ll speak for you.
Archit: What now?
Som: You’ll remember the number of General Remarks speaking for you.
Archit: Maybe.
Som: You’ll remember your teacher’s proud face speaking for you.
Archit : Yes. I will remember the petty competitive spirit in class speaking for me. I’ll remember the time I had bunked rehearsals for the annual fest speaking for me.
Som: I’ll remember the after school extra notes to be extra better; I’ll remember the after school enthusiastic drama practices speaking for me.
Archit: I’ll remember the time I had lied to my teacher speaking for me. I’ll remember the time getting praised in front of the audience speaking for me.
Som : I’ll remember my successes and failures,
Archit: My laughter and my sobs
Som: My jealousy and my kindness
[together] : speaking for me.
I’ll remember schooling speaking to me as a preliminary testament to what lies ahead.
Archit: I’ll remember entering the gates as a 3 feet 5 inches clueless wandering kid
Som: And leave the same gates as a 5 feet 11 basketball enthusiast treating responsibility and deception together.
Together : For the first act is done, but the show has to go on!
[Lights out]

Here's to everyone still hungover from high school days!

By Suvrorup Mukherjee

25/04/2020

And then you left me
And I was
Terrified
You’d never come back
You had left me
To Die

After
A month of
Being dead to
One another
We happened to pass by
A hallway
Together
The symphony
of Silence
was never
so Bitter
As when we
Refused to
acknowledge
Each other

And now I
Regret
All the things that were
Left
Your prejudice
My pride
Left us empty
Inside
We could have done something
We could have turned back
Don’t tell me there was nothing
To fix that crack

Then we parted ways
With things left
To say
And that was
The End
I guess we make
Better strangers
Than we ever
Did Friends

By Tejas Balakrishnan

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