Okay, so now I’m so completely in love with Palash Sen. I have no idea why though.
And of course most of the other guys in the band too. Nah, just kidding. Well, sort of.
Yeah, so the Euphoria evening sucked. I know I’m being extremely annoying with these contradictory remarks. Whatever.
So, yeah it was amazing listening to them sing, especially when they sang so perfectly, songs that weren’t theirs. But that’s about all. I mean the concert (?) was cut short by like an hour or so, probably because the college authorities thought it wouldn’t be appropriate for a band of amazing guys to carry on with a kick-ass show. Never mind the hoards of hooligans with close to fifty-percent alcohol in their veins. That was none of their (read:: college authorities) concerns. They just needed to be uptight and appropriate. The ass-grabbing and the crotch-grinding perverts probably seemed just about appropriate to them.
Anyway. So yeah, it sucked for the girls. Well until they were pulled out of the enclosure and made to sit with the ‘appropriate’ crowd. Well they were pretty much terrified even then. What the security people probably found impossible to get their pea-sized brains to figure out in a thousand years was that few poles and a make-shift bamboo cage wouldn’t prevent the pervs from trickling into the ‘nice’ area.
I, for the most part of the first 20 minutes kept looking at the girl beside me to make sure the drunkard sitting next to her didn’t try to get smart. Coz, then I would have seriously thrown a fit. But nothing happened. Nevertheless I couldn’t concentrate on the show until he moved away.
So I mentioned how much it sucked right? The only good part about the Fest yesterday is probably the holiday they announced for today. And the 6 hour talk that I had with 5 other girls on the top floor of my hostel. We spoke about everything under the sun. And I don’t know why I end up having these long drawn conversations once every week. Maybe it’s all about clearing the system out. Maybe it’s just a girl thing. I don’t know. But I end up having these conversations which drag into long hours of the night and, as the case was last night, also into early hours of the morning.
So yeah we spoke a lot. Lo-ho-ot. And I cannot exactly divulge the contents of the conversation coz some parts of it were extremely stupid, while other parts may be deemed controversial and/or too explicit. Some of it can probably be gauged from the title of this post, but that’s about all one needs to know.
So, I came down to my room at about 5 am. And it is only now that I am wondering why it did not occur to me to stay up and watch the sun rise. Well I am kind of dumb sometimes. I was up till about 5:45 am watching a crappy movie. When the crappiness of the movie finally sunk in enough to bore me to death, I decided to go to sleep.
So I fell asleep at about 6 am (Shit, I was awake till 6 and I didn’t even try to look out of my heavily curtained windows. Does the sunrise before of after 6?). And I guess I had planned to sleep for most part of today.
At 9 am I get this call from a friend. He had the craziest of ideas to hit the malls today. Well I guess it wasn’t that crazy for him. But inside my head I had an entire army of thoughts pounding the guy in 5.1 surround sound.
“Hullo, it’s 9 in the morning, get a life!”
“I’ve only had 3 hours worth of sleep, and I do not believe in injustice”“Malls. Who the hell goes to the malls?”
“I am sleeping, I don’t care”
So, you probably get the state my brain was at this particular moment from all the amazing things that came into my mind simply because a friend was being nothing but innocent and cute, trying to convince me of something that I would absolutely not agree to go. I was adamant. I did not agree to go. And thankfully I did not end up saying all the things I just listed . Well, almost so.
I woke up at 2 pm. I had missed breakfast and lunch. I went out hunting for food. Got some crap, had the crap, felt like crap.
And the feeling persists.
Simply priceless!
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