Some Little-Big Festival I spoke about..

More than a week has passed since the most talked about festival, (In my facebook account atleast) having passed. Mixed emotions had previously prevailed and still do. Stuff like, "what now, Brian?", "Your three years are done" kept moving through my mind. More so as I saw my fellow comrades from the '09 version of the very popular fest (Yes, you should realize by now, I am trying to write the post without mentioning the very name of the festival).

The three days this time around carried the same little powerful concoction of love,quarrels, oodles of sweat, energy drinks and a few good showers of rain. As a proud third year, I made sure I was at hand all the time, but only stepped in for a bit of damage control. Reason being, no matter how much i wanted, the 2010 version just wasn't my fest. I mean, i still cared about this mammoth of a media-mash but this year, there were people who cared much much more. Who probably shed more tears and blood getting into it than i may have ever done even in my three years as that huge dodgy security volunteer.

Again, as much as i would want to give a day-by-day synopsis of my first love, I shouldn't do so as it would probably spoil the reason behind this post anyway.

I can only say that as i sat there as one of the many in the crowd of white T-shirts (some with ugly brown patches and some with really sweaty armpits) waiting for the Chairperson (A junior I love and Adore, Tushar)to speak, I could only have preserved this moment for eternity. After all, Last Polaris Man (There I said it!) Its probably atleast another 5 years before I can return to this platform as an eager judge, or a Rich and smiling sponsor. Before that happened, i wanted to get in all i can. I probably gave bear hugs to 60-odd people in that hour. I sank into tears and was laughing wholeheartedly right in the next moment. One moment I loved Sudu for something, the next moment I cursed him for eating into the Chairperson's speech.

But there was nothing, nothing at all that could stop me from being a proud BMM Wilsonian that particular night. Nothing could help me stop grinning, even the fact that I had to catch a bus to Mahabaleshwar in about 6 hours time, nor the fact that my body was aching in weird places i never knew existed.

Thats the magic my friends, THAT is exactly what happens when you give in your all. You just sit down and take it in, ONE last time.

I Love my Class.

As i enter the fourth semester in my ever hectic Mass Media Course at Wilson College. I brace for four months of crazyitivity, awesomeness, and "randi"-giri. I could've not been any more happier than i am now. I feel reassured that I took the right steps by entering wilson for studies. I feel stronger. The kind of feeling that rises from within.

Much of that, i'm sure, is not because of me. No, its DEFINITELY not me. Its the other people i chose to call classmates. Phuck. Classmates seems to official a word. For people who know you inside out. These groups of people give you so much reassurance! I've got diet advice, fashion advice, food advice, Girl-charming-lessons, and God knows what not from these people.

And as the rather eventful season of College Festivals begins. I can only dream of how much more close ill get to these maslims. These bo bantai bamai phucks. And i'm waiting. Im waiting for those moments of bliss. A Crowd coming together to support their Phucked-up contingent. A Band playing on stage, together, for the first time. A group of talented phucks putting up an awesome act. Not only because of the joy of winning. More so because of the togetherness those rare-to-occur moments will generate. As the title obviously says, "I Love My Class". ANd i will screw anyone who messes up with 'em. This is the first tym that i have actually been a part of a group for quite a long time without being kicked out, and i'm on a high.

As i sat in Mckenzie today, i could only think of how many more long afternoon-turned-evenings would we be spending in that place. And it definitely felt very promising.

So here's to my next semester, my college, my colleagues, and one hell of a mad-capped class......

Long Tym....We dont have no sunshine!

Long time since i posted i know....

This creative block i had,

It got going very slow....

Polaris was great,

Just freakin Awesome...

What happened after that,

was nonetheless cumbersome.

College is going fine,

Sy has finally started,

Sudu has given up all,

And Soni had her great fall.

Projects till now arent so great,

though the effort put in was lovely,

who said they cant decide our fate,

Their effort put in showed clearly.

Festivals appear on the horizon,

The time for faces to blacken.

Hoping competition brings out the best,

I definitely am ready for the test.

For now am happy with my group of friends,

My social status is evolving so they're no dead ends

Certainly looking forward to the rest of college,

to learn everything except pure knowledge...