One more day Gone: Disappointing yet full of life

One more day Gone: Disappointing yet full of life
DAY 2:- Second day was lonelier then the first day. Harsh, the Einstein, ran from the ground as if there was fire on his tail and when asked to play vanished away as if someone was trying to brain wash him to act as a suicide bomber. Sankalp, the Bhabha, never grew from something else but his friends, jaimin, the night dresser never turned up that day, samarth, the careless freak, was not allowed to enter the campus as he never had the id card. Jay (dressed in dhoti and kurta seemed cyanotype of a milkman) and me (dressed in such a way, people felt he is the creepy attitude man with no sense of occasional dressing sense). Something happened on second day, CPM people were trying to match the rhythm with us but unfortunately even they faced the problem initially. It seemed that they were trying to play with us, but as the time advanced, it became quite apparent that it was us (me and jai) who were trying to match ourselves with them (knowing the fact that they were more in number). It really disheartened us, but jai has a nice group in IIPM, and one of them is my regular partner for something that should not be mentioned here (not gay please!!). But will write about one of the girl, whom I found ahead of me, but at every quarter turn, she was confused to which leg to use to turn and on which drum beat should the turn be taken. I tried to correct her every time counting on the numbers as to how the steps were to be taken. Apparently, she was better at playing and I was relieved, as she was really not in co-ordination with my steps and that is the worst thing in this world that breaks my concentration. Throughout then, we were playing together and I came to visualize that she had great stamina (as much as mine). At 0000 hrs, we had our first break, and me and jay were so exhausted that we drank lemon juice and water (bhu-bhu), like camels. Though not to blame us, we played so rash and were so tired as if Einstein (not harsh), passing sleepless nights on E=MC2. At around 0030 hrs, the final round began which started directly with fast beats (chalti) and the dholis were playing like they never did before. Oops I forgot to mention, even on second day the dholis were blind people. Okay back on track, now jay is one creepy freak, we started playing and he saw his mallika-e-cept, and that’s it, he was trying to break all his energy in order to reach her. Fortunately, his efforts worked and he could reach exactly behind her. You should have seen expression on his face, he was like a dog in front of whom a lavish bone is placed. That is It for second day, and we were not at all in good mood because me and jai are real despo’s of garba and we thought that second day was also over now.

ZALAK DAVE[MTM 0408]
Cultural Secretary FAM