The week that was

Could not write for long for a variety of reasons, one being that the net connection was screwed up to my room and I don’t like to write my blog anywhere else.Okay,okay pretty lame excuse but I have got to offer one. Now to business. Since I was offline and unable to pen-in this case type, my thoughts only two events have stuck out .One was Holi, the festival of colors and another was a farewell party

Holi is always a cause for fun, but not so much if you are not sharing close living space with others, like in a block of flats. So while I was at home we just smeared a little powder other, wished each other and bathed the colors out. Now let me describe a typical Holi day at our hostel. After breakfast, bands of roving revelers, armed with drums and colors would tour each hostel. To the thunderous beat, colors would be smeared, .most of them grease based which take a thorough rubbing to get rid off. But that is only the beginning. Buckets of water are brought from the bathroom and indiscriminately splashed. Soon the corridor floor resembles a confusion of colors, along with faces, hair and t-shirts. With most of the colors finished and water splashing over the next phase is stripping. This starts with somebody pulling at his neighbor’s sleeve along the seams until the water soaked threads give way. The aim is not to just ruin one sleeve, but to rip the whole garment to pieces. Once this starts, a domino effect kicks in and soon there is no one with a whole shirt or tee on his back. But there are no frowns, only smiles and a lot of wishing and backslapping. After this most of the people head of to one of the hostels that is hosting a common mud fest and come back all muddied. Personally I skip this part. This time I also happened to be in a royal jam. I did not have soap and all the shops were closed. Here I was running around with all the hues of spectrum on my skin and head and face and stuck without any means of getting a decent bath.Thankfully, I managed a spare piece finally.

In the afternoon we had to eat out. But we had to walk a long way before getting an auto. Stuffing me with chicken, bird flu is hanged, along with mutton and prawn I ratcheted up an individual bill of record 191 bucks. It took all my willpower to drag myself to my room.

Another out of turn event was the farewell. This is an annual event organized by the student of each state to bid goodbye to their respective seniors leaving college. Gujarat being a dry state these gatherings take place on the beaches of Daman which is prohibition free .So the upshot is that everybody drinks .And some seriously passed out guys also give vent to their emotions by a sob or two .Lots of hugging and consoling takes place at the end of the day, with many admitting to their worst kept secrets. Heavy duty nostalgia kicks in on part of the seniors and reminiscences are all over the place, with every body promising not to forget one another. Some chaps get too drunk to eat while others vomit everything they have eaten under the influence of alcohol. Quite a waste of good food and drink is what I say. Speaking of myself I am no drinker. But this time I went over the limit, drinking everything except whisky and, of course, champagne!!!Surprisingly the cocktail in my belly made me hungrier and I did best what I do with good food-attack it with gusto. We hung around the beach till the burning sun sank below the horizon and got back to college by about midnight. A quick cold bath which meant some calisthenics under the gushing faucet and I was ready for bed. Zzzzzzzzz…!!!