Pearl 2011: Day 1

Alright, Day 0 sounded wierd (I've added to the post, by the way), but I'm going to continue with the 0, 1, 2, and 3. So here's my

Day 1: Trips to nowhere in the Sun, and a beautiful night with the stars.

Okay, the day was terrible. No other word for it. I'm trying, very hard, to be honest here, but I do not think I can convince my fingers to type out the variety of pickles I found myself in. That, and this post will bloat, should I do that. Right.

So, I awoke a lil before nine, Akhila and I'd planned to have breakfast in the mess at 9 15, and then attend Abhivyaktika, the classical dance competition. We were neither of us ready by then, and so we took a lil more time and then trudged to the cafe, me complaining of the heat, and she about the distance. However, she received a call that she was needed elsewhere,and though I was tired and hungry, I was not particularly inclined to eat, forget eat alone.

The rest of the morning found me in all corners of the campus (okay, not really) with jags, me whining all along about the heat, and how I wanted to go home. I had breakfast with her and her sister, and over the course of the afternoon, invented recipes for about half a dozen new pickles. Can I skip to the evening, now?

Or Later.

Pearl 2011: Day 0

Pearl is the annual cultural festival of BITS Pilani, Hyderabad. Before you read further, do check out our website: http://www.bits-pearl.org/ I am a little bit in love with the homepage; brilliant, it is. I do believe I could spend hours playing around.

I'm going to write about my experience with Pearl 2011. This dreamscape, for that is the theme, through my eyes. Here we go!

Day 0: Inauguration, a headache, and Till Deaf Do We Part

We --my friends and I -- found our way to the main stage just in time for the inaug, and just to late too grab seats. I was, I confess, a little detached from my friends, and I'm not talking about distance here. It is hard enough to maintain that connection when I'm fully alert, and tonite, I was very, very sleepy.

I clapped when the others clapped. There were speeches which I half listened to, and then the cultural events--a classical dance performance, a bhangra, the theme dance, and a drama split into three parts, I think, interleaving between the dances. I liked the dances, had no clue what was going on with the drama, and had no patience to bother about it.

Dinner in mess. Spicy. Me no likes.

Ajita called, after that, and it is always really, really good to talk to her.


okay. I'm stopping now. I am entirely too sleep deprived. I'll continue this tomorrow, hopefully. (time with my friends, and a battle of the bands) Oh, and you are very welcome to wonder why I'm still up at 2 am; I am wondering about it myself.

12th Feb:
Right, I found my way to Jagruti's room later. A little after midnite, we could hear cheers besides the sound of the instruments, and we figured that Till Deaf... (the battle of the rock bands) had begun.

I was headachy, and have no clue what possessed me to attend, except that I had this vague feeling that I'd regret it if I didn't. That, and it was a lovely excuse to go out into the night.

And so I did. I don't know if it is that I've missing circuits in my brain, or just that them neurons were sleeping that night, but I couldn't distinguish one song from another. The music seemed entirely too alike, and well, I couldn't figure out the words anyways. And yet, somewhere beyond my fatigue, I had this feeling that I would have liked this music. The bang-bang (oh, I've got no knowledge of rock/metal what-soever) resonated somewhere within me, and I know that it is a rather perfect thing to listen to, should I be in one of my moods.

 We stayed there a lil more than half an hour--me and Jagruti's sister--and then made our way back to the hostel.

And I, idiot that I am, switched on my laptop instead of switching off the lights and going to bed immediately. And ended up with writing stuff like 'to late too...'

Off I go, now.

Lists

1. (As I wrote before,) I belong to my family and friends; I want to be loved, and more importantly, I want to love.

2. I love birdsong, cool breeze, and long walks; I hate crowds and loud noise.

3. I am a rather absentminded creature.

4. I can not stand ambiguity. I'll elaborate in a later post.

5. I admire those who are open and outgoing, and always have something to say to everyone that makes them feel special. I know I'll never be one of them. 

6. I worry too much; one morning, I was accosted(!) by a friend, "you look worried." I managed to mumble something about just being sleepy, but later realized that I was worrying.

7. I fear rejection. It's crippling.

8. I am usually a conformist, but sometimes, I delight in being contrary.
9. Oh, and I always seem to be in some pickle or another.