I think,I can write about anything. I love thinking.Though I hate penning down my pensive thoughts. I am not in the same way as you want me to be.
However this is my den of thoughts & wisdom where i express and vociferate about occurrences, episodes in and around me. Everybody with their own opinion here is appreciated. I believe every point is debatable in a civil manner "No matter how insensitive it may be."
The rejuvenating playground after loads of frustration and involvement in work related activities.( leading to the feeling of haggardness and frazzelment ) Though we had decided to refrain ourselves from such space due to some reasons ???? Now everyone knows the reason. All the public were dancing to the tunes of our bald DJ vishal. The DJ was prepared (thorughly reseached & well enlisted )with his sound tracks for the evening. There were really some special sound track thoroughly researched for R.Auy. the most beautiful meaningful dedication of the evening.
(remember ACCHA SILA DIYA TUNE MERE ….....)
Though there were drunkard bastards among the throng who were enjoying themselves. Their atrocities were least appreciated by me at least.
The crowd would anxiously come up with dedication on behalf of their friends rather than for themselves. This was surely enjoyable till I was not a victim of such deeds. Some were targeting the recent hidden secrets of O.M. Leading to a series of dedication because of that. From Su…t , Sa…n, Di…h, R.A…y , etcccc. Though it would have been even more interesting had the dedication came in large numbers from the opposite sex also. The Bhojpuri soundtrack was wittingly played at right time
(thanks to our DJ with brains n without hair)
for infusing the exhausted crowd with dancing spirits again.
The continuous flow of song dedication was keeping the students on high spirits. There were a few sitting around the dance floor. But one after another they also joined in both the boys and girls. I was busy taking snaps all round and involving myself on dance floor in frequent intervals. The dedication made on behalf of Pranav jee was thoroughly enjoyable after the most recent controversy. (B.Pl….) I knew that at some time or the other even I would be on the slaughter. So I tried to keep my friends engaged on the dance floor by taking their snaps. Thus distancing them from the dedication desk.
After some interval of time as soon as I saw Sum.., Pra… moving towards the stage I knew that it was my turn and henceforth I moved outside. So that to emotionally blackmail them to keep them out of their motion. But recent surge in my number of admirers couldn’t be stopped. So at the same point of time When I was outside along with my friends, I heard of the dedication on my behalf. This could have really been avoided as I didn’t wanted to be in limelight for unwanted reasons that could hurt anyone. I seriously apologize on my behalf if somebody was hurt by that. At the same time my friends have every right to carry their part in doing anything by which they could enjoy themselves. I was afflicted because of their dedication at such temporal style. I was better of a secret admirer than being known at the public domain. However the circumstances which they brought me in was just opposite of my introvert, humble and modest living style and character. (really ????) It was more eventful this time because of the presence of ...
Amazingly tech fest J.Box was surely more successful than that of utkarsh J.b. All because of mismanagement and involvement of few bastards.Finally we had our whole team photo at the end of the most event full period of my entire college life. I seriously enjoyed being a part of it except for the one instance mentioned above. Thus the J.B was among most enjoyable part of tech fest. Imprinting us (rather only me) with good memories and disturbing my years of solitude.
Although such event could have been procrastinated easily by my friends as I love my introvert style of living. Have a great sense of respect for everyone of my friends. Sorry if somebody was hurt in the process.
Thus the J.B was the most coveted place where something was (???) in the air for everyone.