Tarangini Tales # 1

It’s been more than a month since the 8th semester began and I have hardly attended any classes. But I don't know why am I going to the college daily. I miss the place when I am at home. I really do (No need to laugh fellows).

Actually I was quite excited about the college annual fest Tarangini-10, the only time of the year when we get a chance to shed that Grey-White uniform and come in our true colors. Last time I was excited about this event was when I was in First year and then the excitement goes down with every semester. The fear of going away from a place makes a person fall in love with the place and this is what has happened with me (I know most would disagree).

Finally the day arrived and after lots of hard work from juniors and batch mates, the event finally kicked off to a decent start. Hats off to all of you and a Hi5s for your hard work.

My participation starts with the very first event called LAN gaming in which my team was completely pissed off by 8-0 in Counter Strike. I couldn't kill even a single police-man, keeping the view in fact that "Good wins over Bad." I lost it by ethics you see. I even screwed my NFS Most wanted game and came last in the heats although I used to be a champ an year before.

Then came my turn to be a spectator in Mock Parliament where I couldn't even understand what the Agenda was because both the ruling and opposing parties were supporting the same motion. But the event was a success. No doubts. While I was sitting there, I received a call from someone wanting to have a look at my Hayabusa (Imaginary name in respect of the sold product). I had to leave urgently and heartfelt thanks to all the people who made this possible for me because it was the last time I saw my Hayabusa.:(

I returned and sat in the poetry writing competition where the topic given was Mother and Child. I scribbled something and submitted but lacking all those 'Saaf Safaai' skills, I had to write it down on a new paper which became as dirty as the old one again.

I was free to roam now and spent about an hour lecturing juniors on how to study tips and what to do in the college. It feels great when you don't have to refer someone as ' because you are the supreme most power. Talking to them is fun because somewhere deep inside I know that I was also a junior who asked for advice but didn’t had any. I promised them a real party this time and paid their bill at the “Teja ji ki Thadi” just outside our college campus (‘Baniyas’ are not that miser you see).

I entered the college again and saw a nice stage setup and the ‘half amphitheatre’ filled with loads and loads of students, most of whom I couldn’t recognize. The guys were recognizable to a large extent but the girls. What to say? They were all aliens, although they study in the same college and can be seen roaming around in the same campus where I sit idle killing time. I can’t understand what these girls do and where do they come from at such times. Make-up works up wonders and so does the dress up.

I quickly found a place in the last row. I was glad to be able to sit at least. The event began with Duet Song and I heard some very melodious songs. A forgotten song was brought back to memory which I downloaded just now (Intehaan ho gai, mere pyaar ki.).

Then came Solo Dance (Indian) and our batch started dancing at the back seats. I threw away the chair and my batch mates gathered to dance at any possible tune playing. We danced on Kehna Hi kya, Dhoom tana, Rajasthani songs, Barso re and other songs meant for no-dance category. Teachers came and settled us down many times but as the back turned around, our moves started to go round and round. It was a dug-out sort of thing where I got lots of bruises everywhere on my feet. But who cares that time. I didn’t knew that someone was watching until I received an SMS from my sis saying “Jyada Maja aa raha h aapko :p.” I revolved my head around and saw her standing on the first floor with her friends and waving from there. The light man was quite clever because, during the waits, he was revolving the Spot Light on students and we thought that we were in focus in the camera..:)

While the warm up session was getting over, the dances finished and we had to settle down. After some photography I returned home remembering the good old days on my friend’s bike. Then Earth Hour was observed and here I am writing this entry after that.

I am looking forward for an even better time tomorrow.

Ah! My legs! They need some hot water. Mummy…..

Nuts….:)