rendezvousing Rendezvous

Hi bloggers..am blogging after a long long time. Been busy with quizzes then the pesky second midsems came and then came the Dussehra hols. Went home and all I did was eat, drink, sleep and leak.Perfect work. Now I am back and blogging. Right now its evening of Sunday, 16th October and I have a lot to post. So lets begin with Rendezvous : the IITD culfest.

You go to roadside sometimes where these Khomchawalas sit and sell panipuris, samosas and stuff like that. Sometimes you buy that stuff to stuff in. So howz that like? It might happen that you see the icing and those attractive colors and the sizzling aroma that gives you the feeling that you gonna eat something spicy and tasty and then you buy it, stuff it in and before it goes through the neck you feel like spitting it out but you can’t. There is no way out. Having wasted money and time, you just let it slip in…So what that has got to do with Rendezvous? Well that was Rendezvous for me ( sorry Phoenix and other gals and guys from IITD ).

DAY 1

We saw no hospitality. At IITK we have a proper Hospitality Cell which sets up a Hospitality Desk at Kanpur Central for helping the teams arriving for ANTARAGNI ( IITK culfest ) by trains. Then there are Hospi-vollys ( volunteers ) who are assigned particular teams which they look after and help. They take them from station to the IITK bus or any other conveyance and leave when the teams have settled down to there alooted rest rooms. These volunteers and the Secys ( posted above vollys ) take care of the teams almost all the time. Well nothing of that sort was seen at Delhi.

We didn’t expect any hospitality coz seniors told from last years’ experience that there would not be any. So we took this shitting bus from railway station, landed up in the wrong area, walked a few miles out to a Bus Stop, took another shitting bus and then reached IITD.

So how was the campus like? Really clean and beautiful. The roads , the road-side gardens and sidewalk grasses are really well maintained. So with this half-a-ton luggage, with rain haunting us, our seven membered team dragged on in search of other team mates ( more than half the team had arrived two days before us ). I looked at the banner drapped campus and laughed at the HUTCH banners. We had no connectivity to mobiles of other team mates. Somebody ( he was NOT from IITD ) told that JWALAMUKHI ( its a UG boys’ hostel ) was organising Rendezvous. Wondering how one hostel can manage an Insti event, we took the route to this hostel, dragging on foolishly with no one to help. Anyways we reached the hostel, waited about half an hour or so before someone ‘responsible’ came to the desk there and then we learnt that we had to go to Vindy or Kumaon ( these two are also UG boys’ hostels ). Finally we settled down in Kumaon. Milte hain break ke baad…..

After the daily chores we checked our schedule. Hindi events included the debate prelims, Prem patra lekhan pratiyogita ( Love letter writing competition ) and the crosswords (issued evey hour or so). There were several other events but the number was less than the events organised by IITK Fine Arts club alone in Antaragni. Don’t take my word, just drop in at IITK on 20th and stay till Sunday this week. We went to WS 204 and participated in the debate. Nobody made it to the finals ( ). After that we tried hands at crosswords. We won two out of three and had those tasty chocolates for prizes. Some achievement that……( The crosswords were issued at the Hindi desk stationed at the INSTI, the main building of IITD and at this point I would like to add that the INSTI is really good and imposing. Have a look.. ).

Photograph : The INSTI

We participated in the Prem Patra Lekhan Pratiyogita, something I will never forget in years to come for reason I am going to shortly. So we went to WS 204 or some number like that and sat down for this event. Lot of junta had turned up to participate. In comes this lady ( the reason ) in yellow top and blue jeans. She came in like the Autumn Breeze and I felt as if a thousand dried leaves suddenly fell down from a tree branch. So what did I do? I wanted to write my letter to her but…instead I addressed it to some girl called Anamika ( are you reading! all blogging Anamikas?? ). Anyways this competition ended and we then participated in Word Games organised by English Lits people. The competition was a heavy dose and infact while the other teams scribbled, ticked and tacked, we dozed, drooling occasionaly over the Game’s Paper provided to us. Finally, frustrated with our English Knowledge Database we ran off to Kumaon.

Rest of the day we went here and there looking for substance in that style-jungle. A new term comes to my mind : ‘Junk-food event’ : tasty but no substance. The traffic was unexpectedly low. We had expected loads and loads of people in the campus but may be due to rain or some other reason we saw less than the expected crowd. However there was one relief: we saw real babes and that was as refreshing as the rain drops staying on fresh green grasses ( Wordsworth is churning in his grave right now..). We ate here and there: frankies, ice creams, burgers et cetera. Day long sauntering along with occasional drizzle finally melted in our legs and after some food at SIP-N-BITE ( its this eatery in the campus ) we retired to our rest room ( which was the table tennis room of Kumaon). At night around 9 pm we were back to action only to find that the campus was almost out of action. Saw the IITD nukkad team practising at the INSTI. Then I did something that amazes me now. I will write abt this sometime but no more elaboration rite now.

DAY 2

None of us made it for a prize in Prem Patra. There were no events left in Hindi section so we intruded fine arts and lent our faces to the IITK fine arts team for face painting. The theme given was Alien. Total four teams from IITK participated and the participation ended in a fiasco. We all interpreted the theme for philosophy and in the end the Judge discarded all of us in favor of techno interpretations. Wasted time and looks! Anyways, we were free again. After getting rid of colors and hunger we tried to enter the Rock Show without success. So we went to the Insti, sat down and did a lot of bird-watching. The Hutch people were busy catching road walkers for some on road activity, searching murgas and murgis to dispose Hutch T’s and other stuff. Finally the time was up and at around 9 pm we left the campus to return to Last Homely House.

IITK performance

1. Hindi Play : Disqualified for non-competitive play and overuse of abuse.

2. Rangoli : Second

3. Quiz : Second

4. Nukkad : Fourth ( Special Mention )

5. Crosswords : Won twice ( by the way that was no great achievement but seeing that the Hindi team didn’t win anything, it was no mean achievement either. )

What offended me

1. No hospitality ( okay its yer way of organising so no more peeing on yer management )

2. Disqualification in hindi play competition. How do you define vulgarity? How will you portray a hostel scene? By singing bhajans?? And if what we did was vulgarity, portraying on screen rape scenes by throwing bras et cetera and on stage smoking, what will you call this??

3. After all this, when we tried to see some singing competition, the Security Cell people said : “Yaar IITK waale hain..jaane de ya na jane de?” So what dya think we are? Some shitball or stuff?? Good hospitality..I will remember that one for years. What not to do when you invite people…

4. No night life. Probably Delhi’s atmosphere does not allow this but if the roads inside campus horrorize you with emptiness at 12 midnite in the middle of a gala event..you better try to make things more interesting and absorbing.

Okay no more peeing. I have left out many other things ( as if you were waiting for those ) we did but that does not matter. Anything interesting and left out will come out on my blog someday. Rite now preparations for Antaragni are on here at IITK. Hope its better than this.

PS: I expect some chilly comments on this post so for those new on my blog, I have another blog by the name smiling tears. This is called running nude for publicity.