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.
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.
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