Reconciliation.

And then there was this skit. Adhunik Mahabharat.

I was in the Chemistry lab, sniffing the little labelled bottles to glory, when Anwesha walked up to me and announced that i was in a skit. Really blunt and out of the blue sort of announcement, if you get my point.

I was almost hysterical before i wilted.

After they calmed me down, and i started talking coherently again, Tima told me that life wasnt really that bad. She even said that she would talk to "them" about letting me write the script if thats what i wanted. It took me all my brains to realise that she was trying to make me comfortable.

Srijata wrote a beautiful script which asked some very fundamental physics questions. But it was resplendent with the very, ah, questionable behaviour of the students. So it was dropped.

On the next beautiful Monday, i went to the biology tuition. Little did i expect what i wasnt supposed to expect. When i was walking out of the tuition, i ran into the aforementioned Tima who revealed that i was Judhistir and Bhaswar aka Dung aka Android(for his rather studious tendencies) was Sahadeb. We could have been knocked down with a feather.

And that was the mere beginning,folks, of the most enchanting rehearsal saga.

We did approximately 5 classes in 4 days(bunked for the teachers, in the name of rehearsals!) and practiced. At first there was this trouble with getting everyone to learn up there lines( I am telling you, we were a bunch of hopeless amateurs. Not that we are pros now, but we are slightly less amateurs). We witnessed an ego clash, a meltdown, a non cooperation movement(mini scale), we lauded Kiki's script*(and lamented our failure at acting upto it) and Roro's acting, we had a brief all fun and no work meeting in my house(chicken momo's, btw), We cried in despair- Me and Pc, specifically, we loved talking about the various ways in which we could flunk, but we didn't. Once and for all. I even noticed the princie laughing, Probir Sir-somewhat less murderous, Arijit Sir-Chuckling, Dilip Sir-oh well...

That screams success. And so, delirious with success, we, the men in punjabis and the women in sari's( petty pretty and half of them trippy) tried to squeeze 13 of ourselves in two cars. Gist is that we went to south city to celebrate success.

After coming back home, and cleansing my mind of the tit bits of delirium, I heaved a huge sigh of content.

And then came the anguished bellow.

I systematically worked out a timetable, and began working on the MCQ's.

Night after night i slept instead of working, subjecting the timetable to regrettable neglect as i am wont to do, and before i knew it, I was 7 days away from the MCQ's.

It was then that i found the diary of Adrian Mole. Written my Susan Townsend.

Its a story about a pervy kid of 15 and two third years( the kid's very particular about the two third). How he experiences the teenage blues, how he tackles the lack of people to appreciate his intellectual self, how the incompetent BBC people didnt recognise the poet in him, how everyone seemed to be impressed by his vocabulary, how he didnt know what do do with the central section of his novel which just needed to be begun and ended fittingly, How both his parents were carrying on clandestine affairs in the summer of 1983, how both of them consummated the relationship(not details here, no), resulting in two kids none of which helped Adrian's life in anyway, how his running away from home plan came to a most anticlimactic end ...and so on and so forth. It ends on a high after Adrian makes out.

A funny book, undoubtedly, but not one deserving indiscriminate adulation. I have read better.

On Friday evening, i was extremely tensed because i realised that i knew nothing of volumetric expansion or the profundity of apparent depth in Refraction. So i switched on the television to ease the knotted nerves. (nice logic, na?)

Whaddya know? I ended up watching the talented Mr. Ripley. Impressive movie! jude Law looked so darn convincing.

Saturday offered tears of the Sun after a day filled with Bio and Chemistry specific misery. It was TOO much, really. I succumbed to my mind's need. Antoine Fuqua's film depicted a rescume attempt in the midst of An African civil war in Nigeria. I really became morally conscious after watching the atrocities depicted in the film.

Sunday night. taut nerves because i find that the TMH problems are so TOTALLY beyond me. So i relented and let instincts take control. I ended up watching The Condemned. It had some action, a terrible storyline, transparent acting...in short a perfect tomato.

Needless to say(wonder why people put it just before they are saying it), all those movies did a bit of NO GOOD to my preparation.

And so, after two days of intense MCQs, talking about which is a taboo on principle, i am free to blog and thus express myself freely.

en route to home, I saw the temporary bamboo fences that they are erecting along the E.M Bypass. they do so create a pujo-pujo atmosphere, eh? Its a downright pity that we have the Half yearlies after the Pujos. But i aint complaining. I dont want it before the pujos.

Evening, maters!



*Script : Adhunik mahabharat elaborates on a scene in the Pandava abode where they are deliberating war with Durjodhon. A reporter rudely intrudes and their war dilemma makes it to the news channel-420 ghonta. In spite of the telling arguements that Judhistir(which is me) advances, they still decide on war because of a certain Dada who comes in the end and tells them that he is the ultimate authority who solves all the problems in the world. Incidentally, he was wearing an America T-shirt and the music when he entered was the Yankee doodle. Oh and yeah, Rohan was the star with the guitar.