Hello people!
If you've read Part I, then u must be eagerly waiting for Part II. So here it goes.
As soon as we came back to our hostel that day, there was nothing that could put us down. We were on top of the world. We were gonna be rockstars in our very own college and the elation accompanying that thought was hard to get out of our heads. As we went for a bath that evening, we couldn't help but practice the songs that we were gonna sing next week. Yes, we faced an irate mob of batchmates who threatened to stuff unmentionable things into unmentionable places, but we soldiered on.
The next morning, after the first half of college, we were herded down to the seminar hall for practice, or as some of my more enterprising friends would say, "jamming". When I say "we", i don't mean just the performers, our whole batch would be sitting on the benches as we practiced. As soon as we got wind of this new development, some of us got a bad case of the "willies". I'll give u a few examples. Someone sneezed in the crowd, deathly silence all around as if we were the Philharmonic practising for a huge concert. Sometimes the drummer would get cold feet and skip a few beats, no doubt inspired by his heart. This would lead to mistake after mistake, and soon we were doing nothing but "taking it from the top". This led to a few shows of temper till the professor(whom we had all forgotten was still there, right behind us) stepped in and threatened to cancel the whole show. This sobered everyone down a bit and we just tried to imagine that all the chairs were empty. a mammoth task considering every wrong note was met by giggles, pointed fingers and winks in our direction.
Someone came up with a brillliant idea, "Just imagine that the whole hall is empty." Easier said than done. We didn't know half of our own batchmates (girls were a strict no no), and here we were supposed to practice for the show with all of them staring eagerly at us and not leaving a chance to ridicule the smallest error. The first day passed like this, with basically no practice at all. Gradually, we did learn to think that the whole hall was empty and practice went on smoothly.
We continued practicing with a will (it meant no classes in the afternoon) and whats better than legalized bunking?? We enjoyed ourselves thoroughly and soon D-Day arrived. I must have neglected to mention that there were a few Malaysian students among the multitude, though i seriously have no idea what convinced them to come to a hellhole like this. They were gonna perform some sort of a fashion show, showcase their culture and all. D-Day was tomorrow and we all skipped dinner that night, mainly coz all of us had a stomach full of butterflies.
If you've read Part I, then u must be eagerly waiting for Part II. So here it goes.
As soon as we came back to our hostel that day, there was nothing that could put us down. We were on top of the world. We were gonna be rockstars in our very own college and the elation accompanying that thought was hard to get out of our heads. As we went for a bath that evening, we couldn't help but practice the songs that we were gonna sing next week. Yes, we faced an irate mob of batchmates who threatened to stuff unmentionable things into unmentionable places, but we soldiered on.
The next morning, after the first half of college, we were herded down to the seminar hall for practice, or as some of my more enterprising friends would say, "jamming". When I say "we", i don't mean just the performers, our whole batch would be sitting on the benches as we practiced. As soon as we got wind of this new development, some of us got a bad case of the "willies". I'll give u a few examples. Someone sneezed in the crowd, deathly silence all around as if we were the Philharmonic practising for a huge concert. Sometimes the drummer would get cold feet and skip a few beats, no doubt inspired by his heart. This would lead to mistake after mistake, and soon we were doing nothing but "taking it from the top". This led to a few shows of temper till the professor(whom we had all forgotten was still there, right behind us) stepped in and threatened to cancel the whole show. This sobered everyone down a bit and we just tried to imagine that all the chairs were empty. a mammoth task considering every wrong note was met by giggles, pointed fingers and winks in our direction.
Someone came up with a brillliant idea, "Just imagine that the whole hall is empty." Easier said than done. We didn't know half of our own batchmates (girls were a strict no no), and here we were supposed to practice for the show with all of them staring eagerly at us and not leaving a chance to ridicule the smallest error. The first day passed like this, with basically no practice at all. Gradually, we did learn to think that the whole hall was empty and practice went on smoothly.
We continued practicing with a will (it meant no classes in the afternoon) and whats better than legalized bunking?? We enjoyed ourselves thoroughly and soon D-Day arrived. I must have neglected to mention that there were a few Malaysian students among the multitude, though i seriously have no idea what convinced them to come to a hellhole like this. They were gonna perform some sort of a fashion show, showcase their culture and all. D-Day was tomorrow and we all skipped dinner that night, mainly coz all of us had a stomach full of butterflies.
