The mesh came out like a damp candle. The days became shorter, nights shorter still. In all the glooming nights there came the flickering flame of looming PAFs [refer appendix]. The atmosphere is rather taking an agonistic behavior. Freely roaming skulls near canteen arena and about corridors, trying stay in shadows of frozen nights. Every now and then one of them is taken away to the land where none wish to step. It is where the unwary are dragged to work into the ungodly hours of the LAN-free night, breaking their backs over bamboo brackets, tying rope onto those shaky frames destined for their three hours of glory. Glue, papers bearing old news, and posters have something to do with it all, if I remember correctly from the early days of my captivity. Talking about days that comes into life of all the freshmen on the holy land of IIT.

My Journey from 1st to 5th year was rather eventful, five year apart yet looks so overlapping. My first bondage with PAF was at times of ‘Kasturi’ (whom I am pleased to belong) whose scars finally got faded in my fifth and last year on set of ‘If Tomorrow Comes’ by hostel 3, 8, and 11.

If Tomorrow Comes, was a story about a man who finds himself living the same day over and over again. This man from Mumbai was reluctantly doing a job in some campaign advertising company. Everyday he keeps on facing the same problems on his way to office and back to home and he makes no effort to hide his frustration. On awaking the ‘following’ day he discovers that it’s the same eventful day again, and again, and again. First he uses this to his advantage, then comes the realization that he is doomed to spend the rest of eternity in the same place, seeing the same people do the same thing.

dsc017781Depicting the same thing in theater in single cut was one hell of a task. There were teams of Acting, Script, Choreo, Voice-Overs, Music, Fine Arts, Lights, and the backbone Prod. Definition of successful PAF as i heard in my first year is the skillful coordination among all these departments and large participation of freshies. Fortunately this year we were blessed with both. It was very much enjoyable feeling to watch that set of people; more like a military regime, from 1st to 5th year and some chicas from 11, working at 10pm then the same set at 2 am then again at 5 am and then at 8 am.
img_22961The dedication show by kids from both the hostel in prod was commendable. They were so enthusiastic and fresh even at those oddly hours of day. I want to name so many here who worked with me but not writing for the sake of those dearly names which my stupid mind forgot. We worked in deadly night , we worked in scorching Sun, we worked without sleeping for those 3 godly days but never no one gave up. We gave OAT the look which would remain unforgotten in Chronicles of PAF.

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Everyone who even once lifted a pliers, bamboo, drilling machine, script, paint brush, mike, guitar, chicas 😀 in OAT was a part of this successful production. Thanks a lot people. I hope and wish that we will win too, Can’t think of a better passing out gift then that. Still results do not matter, it was a successful and cherishable time for all of us specially for batch of 2004 from hostel 8.

Appendix: Performing Arts Festival (PAF), is an annual event in IITB of a scale in its own league. It aims at a production of about an hours’ duration that will encompass all performing arts (viz: Acting, Music, Dance, Voice-overs) as well as other aspects like Fine-Arts, Lights, Sounds and Sets among other things. 2 or 3 hostels pool in quite a lot of their strengths to ensure the success of their PAF’s, in what is the culmination as well as the high point of Cultural Activities for the Year.

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Bright Colors, Spicy Bhajiyas, Punjabi Dhol and Thandai with bhang (which unfortunately i was tricked into!), so my last Holi in IIT was started in style. Among all the festivals and holidays this is the one which has some invasive qualities i have always been aroused of! This is the only festival…ohh yea apart from THE Valentines Day that we all GUYS celebrate together and with utmost passion. Celebration this year was though no different than the earlier versions but the feeling that this is it..no matter where i go what i do, i won’t be playing in this manner ever again, really add on to the excitement. People roaming around in torn clothes, rags and undies. Doors were banged hard, some were forced open and the people were dragged outside and stripped half naked and then hysterical mass of color all around.

When I was a child I used to make water balloons to throw them at the people passing by from our ceiling; balloons with some messages written over it. I attached notes and message – detailing every wish, and fantasy that i had at that age, with the notion that if the balloon hits someone then God definitely would grant me that wish.

water-balloon4 Everything was fun but more to it..there was Hope, some tiny little infinitesimal hope that my balloon would not gonna go waste. Many balloons got hit and many got wasted; something stopping me to recollect what all wishes i wrote on those balloons but i guess that this something is again nothing but Hope.
So I hope that all those balloons which got hit on target would have something i really wanted then.

I’ll gonna miss the insti holi hope that holi brings colors in my life and makes it beautiful and great..

PS: A Very Happy Holi to all of you!!