MOOD-I VS FACEBOOK

You might be wondering as to how can a “cult fest-MOODI and a social network-Facebook” be at war with each other. Don’t worry, they aren’t… But once you go through this post I am sure you will figure out as to why these two were at war in my mind.

A few days ago I attended the cultural festival-MOODI organized by IIT Bombay, where an interesting and devastating incident took place. The creative writing competition held, had the topic-“COLON P” and this is what I wrote.   

COLON P

Genesis of my four day long Mood-I sojourn was the moment I was handed a registration booklet with the moody ‘babaji’ on the cover.  After going through the rules I figured out that this booklet acted as my identity but didn’t have any space to write down even my personal details. I must call this; a perfect example of the mood-Ian representation of an irony. Going through the events, an event “license to Quill” caught my eye and I decided on the spot to participate in it. Ecstatically I waited for the event and after seventy two hours the day finally dawned.

A saying “present is a present which is present every day since Einstein restricted our species from travelling in time” is what I commenced that day with, and got ready to get going. But today had to be different, at first I dropped ketchup on my shirt, secondly had a fight with the bus ticket seller and finally at the venue- a pie-piece shaped structure I got to write on a topic which I had no clue as to what it meant. The icing on the cake being the hundred word limit which after calculation meant, no more than an A4 page. I guess! The organizer didn’t want to take the pain of lifting more than hundred-micron thick sheets.

Nevertheless, I feel a creative writer has the liberty to innovate and interpret the topic in his own way and henceforth this is my story of ’COLON P’ or as the beautiful invigilator wrote on the board in brackets- [:P].

Now this is what happens when you aren’t Facebook savvy. The only thing that I could relate colon p at that time was Facebook and some smiley stuff that too with 0.4 probability only, which wasn’t enough to proceed in a particular direction. And hence I wrote what you just read. Definitely worth a laugh…    

You might be thinking that I am actually kidding. But believe me, this is word to word what I wrote in that competition. It was only after another few days, when I shared this incident with my brother that I got to know what colon p actually meant.

But this event will linger as a beautiful “khatti-meethi” memory in my heart forever.   

THE FIRST BLOG

Since this is the first blog I am writing I think it should be a little special in its own way. Memories as they are, some sweet and some that hurt, but certainly they make us nostalgic when we retrospect. And hence I shall be writing a bit on some of my many first time experiences.

The first time on stage-The time when I was in nursery...Didn’t really know what was going on around me, as I was concentrating on performing my trick. (I was a magician both in dress and in action)

The first day at school- Felt abandoned and tricked by my parents as they told me that they will never leave me alone, the very same morning.

The first medal- Won it in a frog race and was in kinder-garden at that time.

First school trip- A one day trip to Gwalior when I was in the 4^th standard. I don’t remember anything except the fact that I didn’t miss my family at all. It maybe because the trip was so short that I didn’t even get the opportunity to miss them in the first case.

The first slap at school- I was monitoring my classroom and suddenly a teacher came in. She misunderstood the situation and happily and with tough hands... and I do mean happily, because the teacher had a reputation at stake.

The first and last choir- In the 6^th standard at the annual day celebration, when we sang “let love be the gift of the season” and two other songs which I don’t remember.

The first garlic-bread we made at home- It was a great experience to see the bread grill in the oven as our hearts pound, since we all thought that it might burn or loose moisture, but what came out was a savoury experience that remains embedded as a beautiful memory in my heart. I can say with cent percent guarantee that it can beat Pizza Hut’s counterpart effortlessly.

School’s Jubilee year celebration- I was perhaps lucky as the same year our batch gave the tenth board exam, and the result gave me the opportunity to become an integral part of the celebration. Twice I was called upon the stage and given an award, in front of a gathering of probably ten thousand or more. I definitely felt to be on “top of the world” for a minute or two.

School farewell - A memorable day as saw, many of the usual known faces for the last time. (Leaving the board exam time, since all of us had the same centre.)

The first day at I.I.S.T- An unforgettable experience as the photograph on the ID keeps reminding of how horrible we looked after a tiresome day of drifting here and there for getting through with the admission and registration process. And definitely the fact that I figured out the entire span of our temporary campus within the whole process keeps reminding me as to how small the campus was.

And so it is...

There are definitely many more first timers, but I guess I can’t share each one of them with everyone (as it is a blog), some of them are quite personal to me and so this shall be all.