It's strange how things that seem to be your lifeline, become unimportant as soon as you are distanced from them. Had never imagined those days of the month of September would turn out (and "lead to") such wonderful memories...
Wanting to get away from the depressing mess of d college changing scene, i jumped up the moment this Roorkee convention trip came up, not caring a bit about how, what, why, when, etc. and thankfully to my great relief the 4-day convention assuaged my mental wreck and brought in a big respite.
I would call the whole trip as a memorable escapadic episode, rather than an experience. It all began right from the beginning, lodging in many firsts - disembarking from the 'moving' train (moving because we realized that it was Roorkee junction only when the train started moving after stopping 4 two-minutes!), then waiting at the station with a "furious" Kiran Sir (who I had thought, up till then, to be synonymous with peace and pragmatism). Cycling out in the rain at night, abhorable meals, the late night maggi in the hostel canteen (which unfortunately i m deprived of), all form an integral part of MY journey through SPIC MACAY's North Zone Convention 2010.
Day 1, went off in just settling down. Already delayed at the station, we reached the campus late enough to have missed the boring, insipidly repetitive speeches and lamp-lighting formal ceremonies and luckily, the concert started instantly. Santoor exponent Pt. Shiv Kumar Sharma's concert was scrupulously marvelous. Master Shashank Shubramanium's concert amused and kept me captivated because I had never heard the Carnatic Flute before (another first). However, i cud hardly concentrate on the concert because my desperate craving for water dominated all my other senses. Deliciously hot maggi at 12 summed up the day on a satisfactory note.
Day 2 opened on a note of recklessness (and closed on the same note too!). I missed the morning Yoga (4 a.m.- maybe it's self-explanatory) and went straight for d abhorable breakfast (i sufficed with bread-butter for my ghar-ka-khana accustomed taste buds were repulsed at the sight of stupidly fried bread-pakoras that early in d morning). The enjoyable baithak-style Gurbani performance more than made up for the uninteresting (read unruly) morning. The pottery workshop was fun- funny shapes coming out on our touch; much to our distress (eyeing d potter's marvelous shapes filled me with envy). I slept through the extremely boring talk on mountaineering, another bad meal followed, following which i went for a walk through the campus [skipping the conceptual session because fear gripped me at d thought of recounting "my SPIC experience"- mainly because people expect 'meaningful' words and listen intently (i hope not) at d "Delhi crowd"(??!!!)]. Another bad meal greeted us for dinner, during which Rain decided it was time to make it's presence felt after an unusually hot day. Borrowing a cycle from a localite, I went on a cycling spree in the rain through the beautifully big campus- my escapadic side taking the better of me. After having my share of fun on the cycle, I went to change into dry clothes n then attend d Gundecha brothers concert but rain refused to halt and i was forced to stay put in the hostel for three hours before I saw any familiar face. Cold night and empty stomach necessitated the hot maggi waiting for us at the crowded canteen before finally calling it a day.
Day 3 started off on a punctuality note for me but was essentially an uneventful one. Woke up and ran off (read cycled away)- even in d slight drizzle- to Yoga on time (reason: there were rumors Kiran Sir would take the Yoga session!). Dropped Khushboo from the cycle on the way back (uneventful, told you). Skipped d breakfast (knew it would be unpalatable again), went straight to d pottery workshop, finished quickly to make full use of the borrowed bicycle but rain was certainly not on my side, so just went for sandwich with Ricky Sir and sat through an extremely boring talk (75% ppl were sleeping). It was obviously my gauche day- Ws cycling in a
salwaar suit after a two-year long hiatus, obviously had forgotten hw to handle the dress, was dreading any untoward happening but it finally came after another bad meal. Cycling to the auditorium for conceptual, my chunni got entangled in d cycle-chain almost strangling me. After saving my neck (quite literally), started cycling again, braked suddenly and my salwaar got torn (wretched chain again) and i looked, hunted and begged for safety pin before finally a kind girl came to my rescue providing me with pins, then went to d tailor who, instead of stitching it, she handed me a needle and thread to sew it! Tried to experiment 'meticulously'- never used thread and needle in my life (living at home gives u luxury of simplest order) and thankfully, it came out pretty well. Throne of Blood greeted us in d auditorium after another insipid talk but it wasn’t a 'regular' day really! Staked the awesome movie to “pay a visit” to the Director at his house (sarcasm intended because I wasn’t needed and had to stake Throne of Blood for it). And then, the day took U-turn, meet some interesting people (localites!) and walked with them through the campus, went out with the iit-r people for burger and ice-cream and then sat Debu Chaudhri's concert (lovely music). Since, the day is ear-marked as "uneventful", my plan to cycle back to the hostel was foiled by an "over-caring soul" as well as the incessant rain. Needless to say the uneventful day closed an eventful note with the mid-night maggi and paranthas gratifying my appetite. patiala
Day 4 was a mixture of all the above. Unfortunately, I missed the morning Yoga again. Another boring talk (on health and nutrition or something of the like) greeted us. After lunch (this one was reasonably nice), borrowed a library card to go see the much 'coveted' and 'spectacular' (and hyped) library, skipping the presentation part. Looking through the architecture books (gushing throughout), I realized it was never a that bad option and it was foolish of me to let go of it (but maybe not so foolish after all). Back to the auditorium, the formal signing off by the iit-r people started off, an hour full of no-so-interesting (read boring) sound-bites. Next came the Rajan- Sajan Mishra concert, of which I have no idea because I was chatting away (though sleepily) backstage. Following which was a reasonably good dinner (again!) and back to the hall for the final performances of Kathak and folk. Meanwhile there came a news/rumor (not sure which of the two) saying all the trains have been cancelled due to landslide and my hopes took a leap- we could go in a bus in the night!- but it was all soured because the senior people were too rigidly against it. Finally, back to the hostel, but sadly, maggi wasn’t destined for us that night and the day closed on a mixture of the good and the bad, though 'good' dominated for the most part.
Waiting for the train at 7 a.m. next day and watching Kiran Sir jog on-the-spot, reinforces a need for self-discipline to ease our unnecessary self-created problems and you are filled with all the more respect for the lanky, but extremely warm, old man. His adoption of simplicity as a way of life fills you with incredibility. Sitting in the train and looking out through the window at the pleasant green fields and unclear cloudy skies with telephone towers puncturing the natural beauty, it stuck me that virtual reality has become an inescapable part of the modern man, who has stopped differentiating between futility and necessity.
Coming back to my town, this realization of contentment stays but being a part of the 21st-century human race (and not adopting simplicity as a way of life), comes with it's own set of old problems and being engulfed by it is a reality for me, in general..