L^2

attended L^2 after a gap of 5.5 months… stayed for an hour… was nice… amazing experience if you haven’t been there for a long time. today was one of those L^2s where booze was free… junAta were drunk… was too hilarious watching it… as for me, i’ve promised my mom i won’t drink and don’t need any ethanol to get high – the disco lights are enough 😉 . still the temptation of free booze was there. took some. took a sip. then remembered mom. gave it away to a friend who was already drunk. and enjoyed the party for the next hour…

interesting L^2 on the whole… a pro DJ… but still played woresht TDC music… though he did play quite a few really fundoo hindi songs… a few outsiders… lots of PDA (disgusting 🙂 )… somebody claiming he just got ditched… another hugging junta and giving gyaan… lots of locusts (first year students – they swarm just about any place)… me just sticking to some brownian motion…

L^2 and DJ…

as part of ecstasy, IIMB’s mini performing arts fest, we are having an L^2 (party) tonite. and as an added attraction today, we have an external DJ (some arbit name).

due to some stupid regulation here in b’lore, all discs close at 11:30 and hence DJs are kinda out of work. so the party like ours should be a blessing for them – some money when they’d’ve made none elsewhere. and on a sunday night when they wouldn’t find ANY work. and our party started at 11:30 pm.

all in all, it’s a good idea by the cultural committee to get external DJs. probably until the regulation is lifted, this practice can be followed for all parties!! professional DJs rather than some of our own guys (all HTs and TDCs) who play only stupid punjabi songs…

playing to the gallery

yesterday and today, IIMB hosted a mini performing arts fest. invitation based only for a few arts and science colleges in bangalore(notable non-invitee was MES college, which usually wins Saarang Choreo – probably our TDC culcom decided MES is too KT to be called).

it’s obvious that given our deadlines, etc. we can’t practice as much as these arts and science colleges and hence there’s little chance we can win. in the circumstance, our performers did a wonderful job by simply playing to the gallery…

nice insight… if you know you can’t win, at least play to the gallery!

ps: there was a “cheering competition” because of which there was quite a bit of noise from the crowd. in fact, i never knew that our own IIMB junta can emulate the Padayappas of Pachaiyappa who throng the backbenches at CLT during saarang… and arbitly hoot…

speech…

gave a speech today… at some “IIT aspirants seminar” organized by 2 juniors from IIT along with the able support of The Hindu. It was aimed at 10th and 11th standard kids to inform and motivate them regarding IIT so that more people from B’lore would land up at IIT (right now it’s an abysmal avg. 30 per year; gultland puts in 200).

other speakers included a retired IIT prof, cueballs’s dad (IITM alumnus; former Sr. VP at Infy; now founder and CEO of dreamworks) and Hareesh’s dad (an IAS officer; IITM Mech; said he follows this blog !!??!). me, as usual, was last to arrive, arriving JIT at 2 pm.

event started off with a set of speeches by some ppl in the Hindu and us getting our momentos (!!??!… i thought momentos were typically given at the end). then, one by one each of us speakers was introduced and then asked to address the gathering. for my intro, i had sent them my resume and also a short write-up about me written by sathya. the announcer chose to read out my resume (a two page thing) in full!! wanted to laugh but the focus was on me…

speech didn’t go too well… though mom told me i spoke well… i thought i stammered too much, there was way too much discontinuity… i forgot stuf… etc… however, i managed to pick myself up before the Q&A session and was back in my elements while taking on the questions…

and before the questions, there was this arbit “parent” from Davanagere who started rambling on arbit stuff about district headquarters. no one was listening, not the least us “dignitaries on the dais” (i thought when one of the ‘dignitaries’ was speaking, others were supposed to listen; but the other dignitaries (much much senior to me) kept talking to me… me being the bachcha, had to talk to them). finally a firm tap from someone from the Hindu sent back this arbit guy…

at the end of the talk, there was some ACP by some students and some parents (remniscient of the speech i gave at the BASE function last year)… and yeah, cueballs’s dad had been informed by hareesh’s dad about this blog, so he comes and asks me for the URL. so i guess he’s also reading this…

then, i was almost pissing in my pants (had made up my mind to finish the aquafina before me on stage)… slowly walked to my car and then my parents weren’t picking up the phone… 20 painful minutes later, my mom picked up and told me where she was… (was quite nearby actually)… what a relief…

nice footage these kind of events give you… probably since this was the first time, i kinda enjoyed it. though i still think i could’ve done much much better. hmmm…. let’s see…

thread issues…

today happens to be upakarma the day when you are supposed to change your sacred thread, the three strands that declare you to be a brahmachari. Some elaborate functions are held in some temples, priests’ houses, etc. where people go en masse and change their janavaaras. And then wear two sets of threads for a day and remove the old dirty one the next day after 1008 iterations of the gayatri mantra

i’ve never been too religious so my routine over the past 4 years (before that i didn’t have a thread) has been to take bath early, wear the new thread, take bath early the next day again and then remove the old one. like i change my clothes!

however this year the issue has been simplified since i’d chucked my old thread into the thames four months ago… simply woke up (obscenely) early, took bath and wore a new thread… as simple as that!

if i’m not wrong today also happens to be rakshabandhan, the day when many a budding relationship is nipped. a piece of thread and some colored cotton that says “i’m your sister so i can’t be your girlfriend” or some such thing… i remember in school when we used to try not to go near certain girls on this day, afraid that they may do “something untoward”.

thankfully (??!??) i’ve managed to maintain a clean wrist (save my cousin who invariably ties it a few days too late 🙂 ) for the last seven years in successsion!