Day before night we returned to Mysore. It must have been three or four in the morning, or as I would prefer to say, night, because we didn't sleep a wink. Along with my room mates, I dragged along my suitcase through the empty streets back home.
We had returned from the zonal convention back in Hubbali, a fest sort of, for architecture schools from the states of Karnataka, Goa, Andhra and Telangana, all participating against each other in formal design events, workshops, games, sports, band, dance, photography, fashion and much much more.
All these serious participation were a small portion of the day. The main highlights being parts of the day where you had no event, seminar or workshop assigned to you, resulting in dance offs, impromptu magic shows, late night ragging sessions (seniors included), DJ nights, this band performance with their meaningful and heartfelt lyrics, whom you should totally check out,
All these serious participation were a small portion of the day. The main highlights being parts of the day where you had no event, seminar or workshop assigned to you, resulting in dance offs, impromptu magic shows, late night ragging sessions (seniors included), DJ nights, this band performance with their meaningful and heartfelt lyrics, whom you should totally check out,
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| 'The Local Train' |
and if none of the above, then bring some drums and dance along!
Rain was omnipresent; an extreme nuisance if you have to get through four days with two sets of jeans. Because of it, parade was conducted at one in the morning, with drenched clothes, aching heels and a strong desire to hit the beds. Because of it, we jumped around in muddy ground, resulting in dirty jeans, shoes and socks. Because of it, we walked like astronauts walking on the moon, one step at a time, afraid to slip and fall. But don't worry, we shall laugh about it a year from now, bragging to our juniors as to how easy they had it, because that's life ain't it? It made of these bittersweet moments, that become only sweeter as time goes by.
So say it with me for the one last time - Idli vada dosa macha, Zone 5 sexy macha!
Rain was omnipresent; an extreme nuisance if you have to get through four days with two sets of jeans. Because of it, parade was conducted at one in the morning, with drenched clothes, aching heels and a strong desire to hit the beds. Because of it, we jumped around in muddy ground, resulting in dirty jeans, shoes and socks. Because of it, we walked like astronauts walking on the moon, one step at a time, afraid to slip and fall. But don't worry, we shall laugh about it a year from now, bragging to our juniors as to how easy they had it, because that's life ain't it? It made of these bittersweet moments, that become only sweeter as time goes by.
So say it with me for the one last time - Idli vada dosa macha, Zone 5 sexy macha!
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