Happy Holi and Happy Hours!

dear blog

what a day yesterday was! getting up at 10 am, i had already missed breakfast. seeing the charged up junta in my corridor, i quickly got ready. i remembered to apply some oil to my hair and face just in time before the first layer of gulal got coated on it.

choosing a 'bali ka bakra shirt' to wear was a difficult task. it happens here everytime that people tear each others' shirts. there are some people who are ever ready to take their shirts off. e.g. the cool-hot-everything-u-r-not-dude. their only worry is that people might notice that they are extra thin! on the other hand, there are people who would not let go of their shirts at any cost. i fall in this category. i just don't feel comfortable without a shirt on. another friend of mine - golu is also the same. so, at the start of the day, we had set a mission for ourselves. it was to somehow,anyhow save out Tshirts from getting torn during the yatra to the holy PGH, teachers' colony and back.

when we passed PGH the first time, we had no ammunition- no eggs, no balloons. so we went to gate 1 to get some ammo. then we went to the teachers' colony. the teachers were quite happy to see us. all of us were so well camouflaged that most of them couldn't recognise us! we ate some salty bhang pakoras there and headed to our main battlefield- PGH.

i had managed to save my Tshirt till till now . i accomplished this by taking it off whenever the crowd was charged up and putting it back on wherever required. but somehow, people noticed that my Tshirt was still untorn, so near PGH, my tshirt was torn. the good thing about my tshirt was that it was a thick one. so it required a lot of effort on the part of nymphomaniac men to tear it. it got torn in an interesting fashion. there was a long cut all the way down from the buttons. it looked like a zipper Tshirt with the zip opened. many people joke that i had come in a Tshirt and would go back in a sweat shirt! anyway, it looked quite cool.

but the unbelievable thing was that golu's shirt was still on. he was doing everything he could to save it. when he becomes aggressive( which is a rarity), it is quite life threatening to go near him.

then we all staged a fashion parade in front of the girl shrine. people had dressed up or say covered themselves in all sorts of material- ACC cement bag, robot workshop poster, fig leaves, tree branches, strips from others' Tshirts etc. each of us had prepared some move to perform while walking the 'ramp'. the main ones were chief's-jai ho, pappu's jungli dance etc. we even managed to get 'Body' to walk the ramp and treat the girls to a show of his biceps! however, the most popular move was a wardrobe malfunction by 'treasurer'.the fashP was a huge hit among the girls.they all had come out of their rooms to have a free show. then, towards the end of the parade, when we all 'models' went ahead together, we showered the girls with eggs. it was a sight to watch! though most of us missed the targets, but we took them by surprise. then after some time, some guys went behind their their hostel and threw eggs from a different angle. these guys were sharpshooters-all are in the college cricket team-so there were many hits.

the whole time, the girls were enjoying themselves to the hilt. their faces could tell that they too badly wanted to come out, but their hostel rules had trapped them behind the LoC. when we ran out of eggs, we showered them with mud balls. then we esang some great songs like 'MMH ki kali dal.............' and 'chuma chuma de de' . we even shouted the title slogan, the punchline of LLD!

then we gifted our Tshirts, or whatever was left of them, to the girls by leaving them on THE wall. we later learnt that the girls quickly took those down, probably to save and display as mementos of the holi war.

then we had some happy hours in the evening. rest all is a blur.

just back from a vacation!

dear blog
i have been roaming around the country for the past few weeks. i met many people. actually, this was the first time in my life that i enjoyed meeting 'new' people. the atmosphere there is such that one can approach and talk to anyone.

at IITR i was surprised with myself that i had talked to 60 different people (excluding the seniors,profs) in a span of two days! we had formed a group of 9 people. together we used to roam around the whole campus. we had been given maps of the campus. so we needn't ask anyone for directions. we moved as if we owned the campus. the interesting thing about large campusses is that people don't know everybody. so we even went on to play badminton and squash in their courts! we even went inside the library. its another issue that we just sat on the couch there... who would want to study in the presence of such cozy couches!

the next campus-in-line-to-roam-around was SIBM,pune. after IITR, it looked like a concrete jungle(not even a jungle.. a group of bushes maybe..) in the middle of a desert! it is one hour far away from pune in a village whose name even the autowallah won't understand in one take. no autowallah will go there ever.... that's my prediction for the next 10 yrs! that village is like a university in a nutshell. all the possible, thinkable areas of specialization can be found there. that too, in a single building!! MBA is somewhat respectable there, for it has three buildings to itself and a common auditorium very near to it. on reaching there i just could not figure out the reason so much hype is given to it. You are in pune, yet you are not in pune! who would want to be there, i wondered aloud! so, along with me, i demotivated two other people. they were demotivated to such an extent that one guy just kept mum in his gd and the other girl told in her pi that her hobby was to scream at teachers(she even cooked up some examples!) i did not try any of the above stuff, still, my GT went horriblly bad.

its good that i had to go to pune. atleast i could meet old friends!i have just come back from my vacation to the reality of attendance short.

i have to go for another gd/pi. now its in delhi. i will tel you about the second leg of my vacation after that.