The eye of the storm

There come certain times in life, when the earth seems to suddenly have increased its speed of rotation. Life spins around at breakneck speed, and you don’t quite know where you’re headed and how you’re going to get there. Or even whether you want to get there in the first place………(yeah, right….its not for nothing that I am still ‘making sense of life!’)
It is in the eye of the storm that I write this…..moments before I am sucked into it again.
LCC, AMM, ID, CR……projects and final exams for all these and more……..to add to the chaos….. “Have swords….. will draw crowds."

…..And it doesn’t end here either…..in a few short hours , the campus will come alive to the beats of our very own ‘The Unlike No Ones’, back with their delayed comeback gig……….while the campus vibrates(very literally) to hard rock beats, feverish activity will continue in the vicinity of Kachnar and Palaash, reams of pink and white satin will be draped into elegant rivers on the walls, banisters, and pillars, and the walls plastered with pink and gold windmills…......
And when the hour comes……when the vibrations emanating from the open air theatre recede, and the crowd, high on music, looks for more food for its collective soul, we shall be here, waiting……..at the gates of ……..Moulin Rouge.

Attempts to sound ethereal…..don’t think it quite works…..:)…..well whatever!( currently my second favorite expression after très bien). In case the above paragraph is completely incomprehensible…….The Unlike No Ones are MICA’s rock band...... our great pride and joy. Kachnar and Palaash are the girls and boys hostels respectively for the first years. ……and Moulin Rouge is the theme of the party we are throwing our seniors tonight (I haven’t seen the movie……but …….did windmills have anything to do with it?).
Its one of those days when the rivers of booze will flow unabated, and all future communication managers quench their thirst for the ‘somras’ banned by the foolish mortals that head the Gujarat government………dancing till they pass out from sheer exhaustion (or from having had one too many!). After the open air theatre, it will be the turn of Palaash and Kachnar to vibrate, as if the buildings themselves were come alive and joining in the revelry.
Yes its one of those days ( nights……whatever…..time seems to move seamlessly here) when in the wee hours of the mornings, the anxious, and still conscious, will go looking for those missing in action (read : passed out in the admin block or other weird places/ taking walks with random, equally drunk people)

When day dawns ……warily, as if afraid of the power of the night ……those still awake will debate whether going to bed or remaining awake till lecture time would make more sense…….

And by afternoon…..the remains - the now soiled and straggly satin, the broken windmills – will be swept away , the floor washed clean, and life will go back to normal……..well , as normal as possible when you have three projects, a play, and final exams all clamoring for attention.