Aks

Spring fest got over last week...the last spring-fest for us. For those of you who don't know what it is, it's a cultural fest held at our college in spring. Simple enough? It's also the time when people from other colleges come over here and the campus gets to have a fair share of the fair sex.

It started out on Thursday evening with Led Zepplica. It's a band that copies Led Zeppelin as simple as that. Now, our interest in rock music starts out with 'In the end' and ends with 'Numb'. So, whatever the gentlemen with really long flowing hairs were trying to convey to us was beyond our comprehension although a small motley crowd out at the front sure were head-banging to them. Bored we started to sing and head-bang to 'Bidi Jalieley' :P

Friday morning was spent in dancing on the make-shift disco and watching our friend go from one girl to another requesting them for a cup of coffee and every time meeting with a disdainful 'Nooo' or 'Whyyy'. I don't understand what could be a problem over a cup of coffee. It's not that we are going to eat you up or something. Hum to yahan lutane ke liye khade hai...apar koi yahan loot ta hi nahi...ghor kalyug hai baba...ghor kalyug.

Friday evening was KK night. The show was a huge hit. People were scaling walls and infiltrating illegally just to get into the show. We had our seats just at the back of the girls row. :). Now, all the girls were enjoying the show to the hilt except for the teen deviyan who just sat directly in front of us never once standing up to dance. They were quite annoying and we kept on pestering them until they stood up and yelled 'You fucking enjoy the show' before making their exit. Bitches...I tell ya.

Saturday was for The India Jazz Suites. The crowd for the show was exhilarating to say the least. A minute correction the crowd in the boys line. The girls had a separate line and you know how long the girls' line go. Anyways, boys being boys the single line soon converted into double and triple lines and there was a huge pandemonium at the scene. My sandal got torn apart, feet were trampled upon but eventually I managed to get inside albeit the trip and fall before the entry door. The show was mesmerizing, an absolute heart-stopper. We clapped till our hands were sore. It was followed by Hasya Kavi Sammelan which was also very good. Dr. Kumar Vishwas was at its usual witty self and kept the show entertaining and jocular.

On Sunday we took part in a Quiz. Although we got through the preliminaries, we finished last in the final rounds. Oh! my story eventually got me selected for the writing workshop by British Council. I decided against going there coz I really don't want to be a writer. Writing that single story was enough of a mind-fuck for me.

Okay then that was Spring fest then...this week we have Kshitij, a techno-management fest.