this was one of the best compliments i got for my composition of the shivtandav.
after we made a big success of it in the yuvamahotsav, we were made to do it again.
so i changed the steps a little bit, so that it does not look like a full repeat.
i had to cut short it because of the time given was lesser. we were made to dance this time amidst and elite crowd. i added a few more steps between me and samyuktha, and refined it even more. the same story was said in a little different manner.
to attend the function, my mother was given an invitation. so i called shruti over to share that happy moment of my life in college. shalini could not make it because of her internals.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
CHOCOLATE-COFFEE MOUSSE
ingredients:
3 oz cream.
2 oz unsweetened chocolate
1 oz powdered sugar
1 tsp coffee concoction
method:
Take one part out of the three parts in a pan, and heat it in low flame.
Whip the other two parts till it reaches soft peaks
Finely chop the chocolates and add in the powdered sugar and coffee.
Now add the hot cream on it and fold it.
Now add the whipped cream on it and fold it further.
Cool, serve/ eat
note: this is a french dessert. It is traditionally served in this type of cup.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
THE CONNOISEUR
i ve got to write about another friend of mine who is close to me- Shruti Mallya.
i got to know her in intermediate. In due course of interaction we realised that we were neighbours. It was like the age old comedy. but it was real that we both were neighbours.
The first conversation i had with her was asking ehr opinion about the book she was reading. she was reading three men in a boat. i love making
i got to know her in intermediate. In due course of interaction we realised that we were neighbours. It was like the age old comedy. but it was real that we both were neighbours.
The first conversation i had with her was asking ehr opinion about the book she was reading. she was reading three men in a boat. i love making
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Happy Ending or a New Beginning?
2008 rather ended on a happy note. It revived a hidden talent in me. Here goes the story:
In a strange way, suddenly the thought of doing a group dance performance came in my mind. I was among the first few people to know what the theme for group dance was. I was also among them who first cribbed about it. But then I gave up because I was sure I would not be doing it. But still I want to do it and let the people in my class come upon to the stage. I had set a few rules to the dance for it to be friendly to all the shy or orthodox girls of our class. First was that there would be no boys in our team, second that the costumes would be comfortable and well covered, third was actually my motive “I would not mind if you stopped in the middle in the stage. But what I want is that you people should come up” for this extreme struggle, I could get only 2 new girls from the class, 2 others were my friends who wanted to go in for it because they were sure about me. Against all odds, I pooled in 3 more girls. This seed of thought came into my head on the 23rd of December, where our performance was scheduled on 31st December. Group dance is a grand show in our college always, and just practically 6 days was not at all sufficient to give a decent performance. I had vague ideas on 23rd.
I came home and sat online browsing the net for the festivals that I had in mind (I had navrathri and shivrathri in my mind). When I also browsed through you tube, I found inspiring videos for shivratri. So I decided that I WILL do shivratri. I had learnt formal kuchipudi dance when I was about 3 years old. My education had been intermittent. But the basics of classical dance were well embedded in the early stages of my life. All that the college friends knew about me was that I dance well in the DJ session after every function in college.
When I went up to my group members with my idea (this was on the 24th), they all said a straight away NO for the extremely tough steps involved. For the song that I had managed to find online to download, I could make it a fusion tandav. I told it to them again, and again, and then they agreed. I was keen that it should be a top secret. One girl could not come for practice until Sunday because of Christmas (kalpana). All of us were responsible girls at home, we had many things to attend which took its priority over this, but my determination that dint seem like arrogance to them is what made it possible.
On 24th, I put forward the idea clearly. We had only about 30 minutes to spare on the 24th. I asked them to practice the basic half sitting and sitting postures of the classical dance. If one knew this, dance is easy. We dispersed and I asked everyone to come to my place on Christmas for practice. This day was the last day for registration, and till 23rd there were only 9 entries. By 24th there were lots more. With people dropping out and some others joining in, I went and made some amendments on 26th in the final list while making a fair list myself.
On 25th, there were 4 of us out of the 8 membered team, and two dint even know the theme. One of them was shiva the main character. On 25th, I choreographed the first 2 minutes of the song, and one full episode (neelakant episode). I almost did the second episode too. But we could not do much that day. Jyothi and supriya were new to dance. And they made up for it by vigorously practicing. I had designed the costume and organized the steps well by this day.
On 26th we had only an hour to practice in college, we had to go to koti(a place in hyderabad) to rent costumes. Kalpana attended the practice session, so did samyuktha(sam) who did the role of shiva. To my surprise sam was happy about her role. I also asked her hesitantly if she could do somersaults on stage. She was elated by now. She was perfectly fine with it. We went to Baburao, and got the dresses after a long time. It was tough for me to explain what was in my mind. Rupa did that job better than me and got our costume. It was about 10 -10.30 when we reached home. (I have never been out of home this late). On 27th, Saturday, we practiced for an hour at my place then assembled at my place again on 28th (Sunday) kalpana and rupa came late due to their commitments at home. We finished almost the whole thing perfectly. By then I had added tough steps and I gave them training to balance on one leg (its an art that one can learn easily. But needs a knack) .On 29th, we bunked the first three hours of class and practiced ashlesha joined in. she picked up the steps. But rajnigandha did not. Then we dispersed during lunch because the college did not allow any team to practice inside the classrooms. We then went to rupa’s house. All 7 of us perfectly finished our dance. In 15 minutes sam and I did our rudratandav that followed the daksha yagna episode. On 30th, we could not practice. We had our own competitions. We decided to practice on 31st morning. We all went to my place and were to disperse to get our costumes. By then I had fallen flat on the sofa, almost fainted. I was too exhausted. So the others went to get the costumes. I went with jyothi to get the soundtrack mixed and put in a disc. The ones who went to get the costumes reached home around 12.
On 31st, I went to rupa’s house not bothering about my health. Then, we took the costumes and went to college. By then I was called upon stage for the veena competition that I had totally forgotten. It has actually been a very long since I played it. I went to the stage, messed it up, and ran to the room to get dressed. By then we called up rajnigandha to find out where she was and when she would turn up. She ditched us with a lame excuse. She did not respond to our call when we retried. Another girl who came in to wish us luck, was dragged in. we asked her, and she agreed. She learnt her steps fully in one hour. We did not have a one full rehearsal till we finished our make up. Then we did our rehearsal in the small room. We went up the stage and rocked. Lot of people got goosefleshes and vibrations on seeing our dance. The whole college was in appreciation for our dance. My mother who saw this was almost in tears. Lecturers came up to us to personally give us the compliments. Wherever I went, I heard compliments on our dance. The next working day, all of them told me that they were unable to sit comfortably on a chair due to excess strain on their thighs with highly complicated steps.
My mother is now serious that I get back to dance and not let the talent rust.
A short summary of compliments:
1 inspiration to perform shivtandav as a concept- shri Parimal Phadke(his video gave me a good inspiration) (i shall add the link to his website when i get permission from him)
2 getting my ideas of costumes to reality- Rupa
3 a supporting hand at the time of need- prasanna
4 absoulte co operation and deication- jyothi, supriya, rupa, kalpana, samyuktha, ashlesha, prasanna, amritha
5 Make up- rupa and sowmya (mom)
6 (kicking the I back) concept, choreography, costumes- Amritha
In a strange way, suddenly the thought of doing a group dance performance came in my mind. I was among the first few people to know what the theme for group dance was. I was also among them who first cribbed about it. But then I gave up because I was sure I would not be doing it. But still I want to do it and let the people in my class come upon to the stage. I had set a few rules to the dance for it to be friendly to all the shy or orthodox girls of our class. First was that there would be no boys in our team, second that the costumes would be comfortable and well covered, third was actually my motive “I would not mind if you stopped in the middle in the stage. But what I want is that you people should come up” for this extreme struggle, I could get only 2 new girls from the class, 2 others were my friends who wanted to go in for it because they were sure about me. Against all odds, I pooled in 3 more girls. This seed of thought came into my head on the 23rd of December, where our performance was scheduled on 31st December. Group dance is a grand show in our college always, and just practically 6 days was not at all sufficient to give a decent performance. I had vague ideas on 23rd.
I came home and sat online browsing the net for the festivals that I had in mind (I had navrathri and shivrathri in my mind). When I also browsed through you tube, I found inspiring videos for shivratri. So I decided that I WILL do shivratri. I had learnt formal kuchipudi dance when I was about 3 years old. My education had been intermittent. But the basics of classical dance were well embedded in the early stages of my life. All that the college friends knew about me was that I dance well in the DJ session after every function in college.
When I went up to my group members with my idea (this was on the 24th), they all said a straight away NO for the extremely tough steps involved. For the song that I had managed to find online to download, I could make it a fusion tandav. I told it to them again, and again, and then they agreed. I was keen that it should be a top secret. One girl could not come for practice until Sunday because of Christmas (kalpana). All of us were responsible girls at home, we had many things to attend which took its priority over this, but my determination that dint seem like arrogance to them is what made it possible.
On 24th, I put forward the idea clearly. We had only about 30 minutes to spare on the 24th. I asked them to practice the basic half sitting and sitting postures of the classical dance. If one knew this, dance is easy. We dispersed and I asked everyone to come to my place on Christmas for practice. This day was the last day for registration, and till 23rd there were only 9 entries. By 24th there were lots more. With people dropping out and some others joining in, I went and made some amendments on 26th in the final list while making a fair list myself.
On 25th, there were 4 of us out of the 8 membered team, and two dint even know the theme. One of them was shiva the main character. On 25th, I choreographed the first 2 minutes of the song, and one full episode (neelakant episode). I almost did the second episode too. But we could not do much that day. Jyothi and supriya were new to dance. And they made up for it by vigorously practicing. I had designed the costume and organized the steps well by this day.
On 26th we had only an hour to practice in college, we had to go to koti(a place in hyderabad) to rent costumes. Kalpana attended the practice session, so did samyuktha(sam) who did the role of shiva. To my surprise sam was happy about her role. I also asked her hesitantly if she could do somersaults on stage. She was elated by now. She was perfectly fine with it. We went to Baburao, and got the dresses after a long time. It was tough for me to explain what was in my mind. Rupa did that job better than me and got our costume. It was about 10 -10.30 when we reached home. (I have never been out of home this late). On 27th, Saturday, we practiced for an hour at my place then assembled at my place again on 28th (Sunday) kalpana and rupa came late due to their commitments at home. We finished almost the whole thing perfectly. By then I had added tough steps and I gave them training to balance on one leg (its an art that one can learn easily. But needs a knack) .On 29th, we bunked the first three hours of class and practiced ashlesha joined in. she picked up the steps. But rajnigandha did not. Then we dispersed during lunch because the college did not allow any team to practice inside the classrooms. We then went to rupa’s house. All 7 of us perfectly finished our dance. In 15 minutes sam and I did our rudratandav that followed the daksha yagna episode. On 30th, we could not practice. We had our own competitions. We decided to practice on 31st morning. We all went to my place and were to disperse to get our costumes. By then I had fallen flat on the sofa, almost fainted. I was too exhausted. So the others went to get the costumes. I went with jyothi to get the soundtrack mixed and put in a disc. The ones who went to get the costumes reached home around 12.
On 31st, I went to rupa’s house not bothering about my health. Then, we took the costumes and went to college. By then I was called upon stage for the veena competition that I had totally forgotten. It has actually been a very long since I played it. I went to the stage, messed it up, and ran to the room to get dressed. By then we called up rajnigandha to find out where she was and when she would turn up. She ditched us with a lame excuse. She did not respond to our call when we retried. Another girl who came in to wish us luck, was dragged in. we asked her, and she agreed. She learnt her steps fully in one hour. We did not have a one full rehearsal till we finished our make up. Then we did our rehearsal in the small room. We went up the stage and rocked. Lot of people got goosefleshes and vibrations on seeing our dance. The whole college was in appreciation for our dance. My mother who saw this was almost in tears. Lecturers came up to us to personally give us the compliments. Wherever I went, I heard compliments on our dance. The next working day, all of them told me that they were unable to sit comfortably on a chair due to excess strain on their thighs with highly complicated steps.
My mother is now serious that I get back to dance and not let the talent rust.
A short summary of compliments:
1 inspiration to perform shivtandav as a concept- shri Parimal Phadke(his video gave me a good inspiration) (i shall add the link to his website when i get permission from him)
2 getting my ideas of costumes to reality- Rupa
3 a supporting hand at the time of need- prasanna
4 absoulte co operation and deication- jyothi, supriya, rupa, kalpana, samyuktha, ashlesha, prasanna, amritha
5 Make up- rupa and sowmya (mom)
6 (kicking the I back) concept, choreography, costumes- Amritha
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
French Cuisine of yuvamahotsav 2008
Here is this youth festival of 2008- The YUVAMAHOTSAV. It was surely better than last year to me. A lot of good this happened, and I am so very happy for it. I pushed the folks of my class into various activites to participate, and they were happy for it. Now here is what happened to the activity that I participated.
There were about 30 events this year. I had participated in quite a few. But I got a good deal of appreciation for the French cuisine and group dance. I was to make a really yummy dish for the French cuisine, something that one cant actually imagine (this is absolutely unique of me) that dish got unduly cancelled at the last moment. So I went to my friendwith this problem. He searched me a nice link for the competition which was advanced by a day. I then also rushed to madhushree iyer, a girl who knew better French than me to translate it. At about 8.30 in the night, I went out, bought the ingredients, and made the chocolate mousse by 10 pm. Fortunately I had the cup in which traditional French desserts are served. Indians will look down at it calling it the irani hotel chai cup.
Fortunately it turned out well in the morning when I woke up.
In the competition when I was allotted my table, I realized that I did not bring any table cloth or anything. My partner rupa had come by then making a fair copy of the recipe. She then took out a small bandhni red colored hanky that she brought to wipe out mehendi, and laid it on the table. I was so very scared how I would manage my way through. Because I dint have a proper look at the French version of the recipe. There were people who had their dish garnished so pretty. But mine didn’t ask for more garnish (strawberry, chocolate, custard, what not). The main part is that one table before me, and one table after me had made chocolate mousse. I stood there with absolutely no expectations. By the time the judge was two tables away, I observed that the participants were doing their explanation in English. And Lo! This is my day! I was happy and sure that I can do well. The previous participant had claimed it to be a vegetarian chocolate mousse (so was mine). Then they said they added gelatin, which is not vegetarian (point was noted). Then the judges came to my table. I told them about my dish, by the time they were at my table, I heard one of the judges say that she makes chocolate mousse often. I explained the way I made it. I also told them about me adding a flavor of coffee in it to give it my characteristic professional touch. The judges were highly calorie conscious. They had limited servings at each table. When the judge took his spoon, I gave him the calorific value that took him back. He took a smaller serving. Once he had it, he took a bigger second serve. So did the other judge.
Then once the judgment was done, my friends came over to taste it. Everyone liked it. One of them wanted it every weekend! :P
And when me and my partner were walking away to the other competitions, our friends, who were the volunteers, secretly told us that we won. And we did!
All the while i also had the support of another friend Animish Raje. Thanks Krishnan, Animish, Madhushree, and Rupa
There were about 30 events this year. I had participated in quite a few. But I got a good deal of appreciation for the French cuisine and group dance. I was to make a really yummy dish for the French cuisine, something that one cant actually imagine (this is absolutely unique of me) that dish got unduly cancelled at the last moment. So I went to my friendwith this problem. He searched me a nice link for the competition which was advanced by a day. I then also rushed to madhushree iyer, a girl who knew better French than me to translate it. At about 8.30 in the night, I went out, bought the ingredients, and made the chocolate mousse by 10 pm. Fortunately I had the cup in which traditional French desserts are served. Indians will look down at it calling it the irani hotel chai cup.
Fortunately it turned out well in the morning when I woke up.
In the competition when I was allotted my table, I realized that I did not bring any table cloth or anything. My partner rupa had come by then making a fair copy of the recipe. She then took out a small bandhni red colored hanky that she brought to wipe out mehendi, and laid it on the table. I was so very scared how I would manage my way through. Because I dint have a proper look at the French version of the recipe. There were people who had their dish garnished so pretty. But mine didn’t ask for more garnish (strawberry, chocolate, custard, what not). The main part is that one table before me, and one table after me had made chocolate mousse. I stood there with absolutely no expectations. By the time the judge was two tables away, I observed that the participants were doing their explanation in English. And Lo! This is my day! I was happy and sure that I can do well. The previous participant had claimed it to be a vegetarian chocolate mousse (so was mine). Then they said they added gelatin, which is not vegetarian (point was noted). Then the judges came to my table. I told them about my dish, by the time they were at my table, I heard one of the judges say that she makes chocolate mousse often. I explained the way I made it. I also told them about me adding a flavor of coffee in it to give it my characteristic professional touch. The judges were highly calorie conscious. They had limited servings at each table. When the judge took his spoon, I gave him the calorific value that took him back. He took a smaller serving. Once he had it, he took a bigger second serve. So did the other judge.
Then once the judgment was done, my friends came over to taste it. Everyone liked it. One of them wanted it every weekend! :P
And when me and my partner were walking away to the other competitions, our friends, who were the volunteers, secretly told us that we won. And we did!
All the while i also had the support of another friend Animish Raje. Thanks Krishnan, Animish, Madhushree, and Rupa
Sunday, November 30, 2008
ONE MINUTE MANAGER
I read the One Minute Manager last week. oh yes, i only read fiction or non fiction books in the college library. its very rare for one to find me reading books on biochemistry or biotechnology. (chemistry i am well equipped with books at home). It was a good read. I had in fact read this after reading who moved my cheese by the same author.
something that influenced me or rather struck me really well, is his first key to success. It talked about making one minute goals. I've prepared so many goals till date, and hit the bulls eye not very often. I started wondering about it after reading the book. It then reminded me of the chattery me.
I am a person who talks talks talks and talks. so writing things short was a problem. i needed to explain things out clearly.
I was also reminded of a comment that I had got for my previous blog, that it was too long that one could lose patience no matter how interesting it might seem. I believed it because i felt the same when i read really long posts in forums or other blogs. i later realized that THE ONE MINUTE MANAGER book primarily fascinated me because it was not lengthy. i started comparing it with the other non fiction books that I've read. And i found out that the books i vividly remember reading, or rather enjoyed reading were the ones which were written short and sweet.
i started writing things really short, then i realised it was very simple and easy. I could write summaries short and sweet. The last summary i had written was for 7 lines and it was thoroughly sane and explanatory.
Now i hope i become a O.Henry in the making. (too much... i know...)
something that influenced me or rather struck me really well, is his first key to success. It talked about making one minute goals. I've prepared so many goals till date, and hit the bulls eye not very often. I started wondering about it after reading the book. It then reminded me of the chattery me.
I am a person who talks talks talks and talks. so writing things short was a problem. i needed to explain things out clearly.
I was also reminded of a comment that I had got for my previous blog, that it was too long that one could lose patience no matter how interesting it might seem. I believed it because i felt the same when i read really long posts in forums or other blogs. i later realized that THE ONE MINUTE MANAGER book primarily fascinated me because it was not lengthy. i started comparing it with the other non fiction books that I've read. And i found out that the books i vividly remember reading, or rather enjoyed reading were the ones which were written short and sweet.
i started writing things really short, then i realised it was very simple and easy. I could write summaries short and sweet. The last summary i had written was for 7 lines and it was thoroughly sane and explanatory.
Now i hope i become a O.Henry in the making. (too much... i know...)
Friday, November 7, 2008
A NEW ROLE TO PLAY
aaaawww!!!!! yes it hurts when i pinch myself. Yes it hurts. I am alive OK. I've escaped from being blasted by a bomb.
Today in the morning, I finished my prayer though my mom was yelling at me that I was getting late for the zero hour french class. I finished the prayer session and sat into the car and hit my head to the door. My mom then decided to drop me and come back. She was explaining about not being scared of life or death. Where the trend is usually that I would be made to hear a lecture on time management and that I should have got ready early. She dropped me as I ran down the ramp to the IT block to the french class, and I looked up to see my friend gazing out of the window evident that mam was not in the class. I then ran back and told mom that I was not late. "oh well, tell her hi for me" she said and drove back home. Mam was a bit late today. We finished the class and when was about to tell us au revoir, a lecturer came telling us to assemble. Generally we miss the assembly whenever we have a french class.
Skeptically we all gathered in the assembly. sheesh! I've never seen the whole college gather at one time like this after the Yuvamahotsav. Sans the ones who were on leave, the ones who were in the library, class, canteen and other hang out spots gathered and it was a huge crowd.
At the space int he commerce block where we were gathered, there were people thinking that the gathering was to declare a holiday. some thought that it might be a day where some staff would retire, and some people came up saying that it was a bomb.Wooo!!! I am excited now. We were talking crazy things about the bomb getting exploded there. By then we were shoo ed away to the ground near the MBA block. In that hurry scurry movement to the MBA block, people confirmed that it WAS a bomb. And now, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! I dont want to die. my fear of dying got even worse after seeing the cops and sniffer dogs. Though it was cool to see cops in the college, I was behaving silly.
Some people were scribbling things (crap/ nonsense) as their "will". By then I had called up my mom twice. Once from purnima's cell and once from bharath's cell. My cell is in a pretty bad shape now. I'll fix it sometime soon though. It was tough for mom to contact me to know how the situation there is, and I was moving form one place to another going along with the crowd. The gates were all locked. By then the ones who were bunking and were on leave were excited to come in. But nope they were not allowed. In that crowd, I found another girl talking to her mom about this in Tamil. We were glad to know that both of us are Tamilians. I felt so native and patriotic to speak in my mother tongue in that very complicated hour(need of the hour you see). Then a few lecturers came out
I went up asking them " sir, what if it really blasts?" " we' ll also die with you" they said. That answer was not satisfactory at that moment. Then I found my biotech lecturer come out, then I shouted out "Maaam. mam I am my mother's only child. Why cant they let us out mam?" I am also my mother's only child" she said and drove me away to again join the assembly. My french lecturer who hear this started laughing and called me out to make me stop talking nonsense. She said" I am the only mother to my kids Amritha. Stop talking such things(ROTFLMAO at the moment)" "mam, today morning my mother asked me to tell you hi" "oh tell her a hi from my side too""mam i would like to go and tell her hi again mam" "it must be some silly prank by someone. Dont go by it. Be calm and don't show your weakness" "a coup de théâtre you say madame?" " voila!" she laughed and went away. Again I felt happy to talk to her in french. And I felt I was properly exercising my linguist talent at that time talking to different people in different languages.
Then we all assembled in single defined lines. A student who had observed something suspicious while coming to assemble was asked to repeat the information to the staff again. By then the folks had known that if it would explode, it would explode and they decided to enjoy that moment in mirth. They began taking videos of the scene and started screaming out and whistling out before they die. If the person had placed the bomb, or played the prank saw this, he would regret doing this seeing the way the students sportively took death. It was typically a college scene. If it were a school, there would be children crying real loud. His efforts would have gone in vain the ever calm principle was never seen so baffled and serious ever. He came towards the stage with the cops. He got on the stage and declared a holiday.
The security arranged for us was very organized. The students were made to go in a single file with the lecturers standing as a guard of honor. Till the end of the lane, and the student's vehicles were all inspected. I appreciate they way the management handled the students. I would know if it is really a coup de théâtre or not tomorrow or on Monday.
At every such hour there SHOULD be a silly character. And today, unusually, that role was played by me amidst the hyper, enthusiastic and excited crowd. Its not that I've not seen instances where I've escaped death. i was near Lumbini park when there was the twin blast. I've been in the car when we drove through horrible floods, and in turbulent weathers, and in bad road conditions. I still don't understand what made me behave silly. But I am happy I took the silent initiative to play that role :P . Whatever. It was fun being silly, and playing a new silly role today.
Today in the morning, I finished my prayer though my mom was yelling at me that I was getting late for the zero hour french class. I finished the prayer session and sat into the car and hit my head to the door. My mom then decided to drop me and come back. She was explaining about not being scared of life or death. Where the trend is usually that I would be made to hear a lecture on time management and that I should have got ready early. She dropped me as I ran down the ramp to the IT block to the french class, and I looked up to see my friend gazing out of the window evident that mam was not in the class. I then ran back and told mom that I was not late. "oh well, tell her hi for me" she said and drove back home. Mam was a bit late today. We finished the class and when was about to tell us au revoir, a lecturer came telling us to assemble. Generally we miss the assembly whenever we have a french class.
Skeptically we all gathered in the assembly. sheesh! I've never seen the whole college gather at one time like this after the Yuvamahotsav. Sans the ones who were on leave, the ones who were in the library, class, canteen and other hang out spots gathered and it was a huge crowd.
At the space int he commerce block where we were gathered, there were people thinking that the gathering was to declare a holiday. some thought that it might be a day where some staff would retire, and some people came up saying that it was a bomb.Wooo!!! I am excited now. We were talking crazy things about the bomb getting exploded there. By then we were shoo ed away to the ground near the MBA block. In that hurry scurry movement to the MBA block, people confirmed that it WAS a bomb. And now, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! I dont want to die. my fear of dying got even worse after seeing the cops and sniffer dogs. Though it was cool to see cops in the college, I was behaving silly.
Some people were scribbling things (crap/ nonsense) as their "will". By then I had called up my mom twice. Once from purnima's cell and once from bharath's cell. My cell is in a pretty bad shape now. I'll fix it sometime soon though. It was tough for mom to contact me to know how the situation there is, and I was moving form one place to another going along with the crowd. The gates were all locked. By then the ones who were bunking and were on leave were excited to come in. But nope they were not allowed. In that crowd, I found another girl talking to her mom about this in Tamil. We were glad to know that both of us are Tamilians. I felt so native and patriotic to speak in my mother tongue in that very complicated hour(need of the hour you see). Then a few lecturers came out
I went up asking them " sir, what if it really blasts?" " we' ll also die with you" they said. That answer was not satisfactory at that moment. Then I found my biotech lecturer come out, then I shouted out "Maaam. mam I am my mother's only child. Why cant they let us out mam?" I am also my mother's only child" she said and drove me away to again join the assembly. My french lecturer who hear this started laughing and called me out to make me stop talking nonsense. She said" I am the only mother to my kids Amritha. Stop talking such things(ROTFLMAO at the moment)" "mam, today morning my mother asked me to tell you hi" "oh tell her a hi from my side too""mam i would like to go and tell her hi again mam" "it must be some silly prank by someone. Dont go by it. Be calm and don't show your weakness" "a coup de théâtre you say madame?" " voila!" she laughed and went away. Again I felt happy to talk to her in french. And I felt I was properly exercising my linguist talent at that time talking to different people in different languages.
Then we all assembled in single defined lines. A student who had observed something suspicious while coming to assemble was asked to repeat the information to the staff again. By then the folks had known that if it would explode, it would explode and they decided to enjoy that moment in mirth. They began taking videos of the scene and started screaming out and whistling out before they die. If the person had placed the bomb, or played the prank saw this, he would regret doing this seeing the way the students sportively took death. It was typically a college scene. If it were a school, there would be children crying real loud. His efforts would have gone in vain the ever calm principle was never seen so baffled and serious ever. He came towards the stage with the cops. He got on the stage and declared a holiday.
The security arranged for us was very organized. The students were made to go in a single file with the lecturers standing as a guard of honor. Till the end of the lane, and the student's vehicles were all inspected. I appreciate they way the management handled the students. I would know if it is really a coup de théâtre or not tomorrow or on Monday.
At every such hour there SHOULD be a silly character. And today, unusually, that role was played by me amidst the hyper, enthusiastic and excited crowd. Its not that I've not seen instances where I've escaped death. i was near Lumbini park when there was the twin blast. I've been in the car when we drove through horrible floods, and in turbulent weathers, and in bad road conditions. I still don't understand what made me behave silly. But I am happy I took the silent initiative to play that role :P . Whatever. It was fun being silly, and playing a new silly role today.
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