I AM YOUR FATHER

I used to be amusing, I think. Now I'm everyone's father. My, how things change. It's all Pradeep's fault. He asked me to be responsible. I didn't need that choice, did I?
Bleh.

A quick update, seeing as I haven't written anything for ages apart from the love note.

I took up the rather murky job of being the president of the Loyola Theatre Society. With much effort and swearing, we pulled off the play (Young Frankenstein, for all you creatures who call yourselves my friends and didn't turn up.) I apologize to the long-suffering people who put up with the whole process and stuck with me till the end. I'm particularly sorry for the star of my show though, his mum is going to hate LTS forever.

Sure, we ran into glitches. One particular porcine person forgot to return the costumes on time. Guess how much we're paying for that moronity. What's worse, he's got a big black car that was stolen away by a Gigantic romantic on the exact day when we needed it the most. And I had to summon him halfway from a really scenic spot on the ennore beach and foil his plans. (He went to the ECR after that for cornetto ice cream, but that's a different story). Our music director faked us till the very last day, and even played the theme from 'Jaws' to fill in for set changes. No one except my cousin (who happens to be a musician) noticed. And the director of course (What the FUCK is he playing Clifton! I want the FUCKING change in ten seconds da! Where are the FUCKING Cliffhangers da! Shiners, where the FUCK are you! Aaron where's the FUCKING chair da! Vaidhya give me some FUCKING AMBER da! Where the FUCK is AMBER da! FUCKING geniuses. Fucking morons mumble mumble...)

Oh, and how could I forget little miss squeak and the esteemed foreign candidate student fighting over a black dupatta. (The ultrasonic waves had dogs for miles around whimpering and running to mommy) My costume person decided to quit thrice. I'm a smooth talker, though, and she stayed. Nothing to do with the fact that she's my sister. No no. And make up. Someone suggested two very lovely ladies who painted my monster with poster paints and stuck beards made of cotton wool using good ol' camlin gum. The village elder looked like Santa on a bad day, and the director very nearly quit on me. So we made changes, and we lived through it all. Some of the cast loved through it all. I shall mention no names. Guhahahahhaa.



I'm almost done with college now, though. 15th April sets me free from Loyola.

So sue me, I love the place. And all the shit I got to do here. Or with Loyola as the excuse. And the insane freedom college gave me. Imagine studying in an engineering college. (Suckers!) or in a college somewhere far outside city limits in the middle of a forest.

And all the trips to 'Bangalore'. But Shh.

Loyola is awesome if you know the right people and know the way around.
For example, be like Clifton VerumDas. Epic power as president of the Enviro Club, with the degrees of hundreds of students in his hands, and unlimited funds. Which, for the first time in the club's history, he did not misappropriate. He lived life to the lees and is still smiling. For now. He's on the Dean's hit list. Your move, Rajadas.

Joe has a camera and a guitar.

Nasi is not in Bangalore, how sad. But soon the magic will come back to the city.

Dwarak is wearing track pants.

Harish Ramaswamy got adopted twice, and he ran away from home in his youth.

Waseem is awesome.

Cheta gave us lots of food, but not free.

George Kora would have been better with coconuts.

Sandhya is a Spazmaster.

Pavitra missed her cue by 2 minutes (one FUCKING responsibility da!)

Nishanth saw his cousin's apparatus.

And. Ok enough. To life.


oh, and was it a costly play Pradeep? Aw.