A season of Literary disasters.

A season of literary disasters comes to a close. As a person who lives and dies by the motto, 'Never say never again!' I live to fight another day.

Literary events are far and few in between this slew of Management fests. During my engineering days, I always looked forward to non-technical fests. Same is the case with my present status a Management student. I (still) look forward to non-management(technical, in this case) fests. Unlike undergrad days, there aren't enough events to satisfy me.

So, after waiting in anticipation all these months, I located two events where I could parade my seemingly dazzling set of literary skills on display :P. And, needless to say, both ended up as disasters after putting in the hard grind to qualify in the final round. What a shame!

Let it be. I can live with it. I am at a stage of life where these things don't rankle me that much. It still rankles, albeit, not in a way that it used to be. Yes, I have matured :); but that doesn't mean I will stop participating in literary fests with undergrads as competition. I don't mind losing to them either.

My most fantastic memories of four years of engineering are from the various successes and failures that came my way in my unending quest for glory at all those intercollegiate cultural festivals. Winning was a good feeling and I wanted to make it a habit although it didn't always transpire like that.

I can still remember those innumerable disastrous quizzes where my team failed to qualify, those masterly performances in quirky events like Dumb Charades and the like, undefeated stretch in What's the Good Word? and appearing in the finals of a Spelling Bee competition for the first and last time in my life and that too on stage.

Coming third in an Antakshari competition which would probably remain my first and last official Antakshari event ever, singing a plethora of songs in my own lyrics on a mike for the first time in my life- That was totally worth the effort. I can also boast about my being a vital cog in our 4-member team which could quite rightly be called the Champion Treasure Hunters of the Trivandrum undergrad scene at that point of time. I still remember vividly those mad, adrenaline-filled moments where we ran, jumped, fought and competed like possessed men to get to the ultimate prize.

We came up with the wackiest and cheesiest of Ad Zaps once where our overtly adult references and double entendres' in our presentation led to much consternation in the saintly among the crowd but had several similar-minded young-at-heart beings in splits ! Another everlasting memory is our performance of a gay skit on stage before an audience of about a thousand college students which was so authentic that there was an attempt to boo us off the stage.

Suddenly, I got a little nostalgic thinking about all those events. In fact, I had just wanted to write a few lines about my recent literary disasters and now this post has turned into an outpouring of all my memories about a few of my 'exploits' as an undergrad. I will leave this at that. Ciao !