C’mon yaar, be a sport

Walk up to the 6th floor, station yourself outside 611, and you might be able to see a sight seen only in Olympic Stadia and Municipal playgrounds. And recreation clubs. And society clubhouses. Ok, actually many places. but not in many colleges. or so i presume. you get to see 6 sports being played at once. TT, carrom, badminton, volleyball, throwball, football, cricket. Fine, i’m bad at counting. but you get the point don’t you? What people don’t realise is that one of the main reasons you get to play all this with shining new bats, perfectly round new balls, amazingly finished rackets(or racquets, as you please) is beacause of IRIS. and yet people fail to give it the respect it deserves.

It’s a classic case of lack of gratitude i tell you. not unlike our behaviour towards our beloved motherland. we feed on it riches, not just the metaphorical kind, but also on the actual riches that rich people unwillingly give away as taxes which subsidise our LPG, fuel, transport etc. and when the time comes to give something back, we are unwillingness personified.

Like i just asked this FE girl (oh wouldn’t i love to know her name) to attend the orientation seminar and she flatly refused! she wanted to play a game of carrom! i mean, what! we put the food, or in this case, the strikers and carrom pieces on your table, and you refuse to do as we say?! thoroughly unbecoming of the very concept of subtle slavery. very annoying yaar…

But on a brighter note, if there is such a thing, we made some progress. i say that because i must. we finalised the rock show line up. amidst much fanfare, and of course airfare (cuz of the outstation bands), we decided on a line up of: Brute Force, Junkyard Groove, Vayu. And of course there’ll be an opening act in true big rock fest fashion. Plus we have a poster ready and in a day or two, we’ll have the publicity teams going to colleges, hanging out there, coming back and asking for conveyance and all that sort of rot. The money’s still only trickling down, if it is at all coming in, no flood or for that matter, no steady flow even. But oh well, there’s only so much that a core committee of 40 people but exactly 5 functioning members can do. The DJ’s not finalised yet though. We’re *ahem* ‘in talks’. DJ Bundya, the hippest DJ in all of Dahisar (as Big Guy once put it), wasn’t *ahem* available. I’m sure it the thought of playing at only the hugest event in all of Mumbai gave him the jitters. Or not. Whatever. Also Flevin, our favourite designer guy, isn’t to be seen much these days. Besides motherly problems, his other-ly problems include what’s being made out to the mother of all robotics fest in some college at some place. Apparently, the project is so top secret that even IB RAW haven’t a clue about it in spite of recruiting top agents to find out. they seem to work under some Scrooge McDuck look alike who i’m sure even the KGB and Mossad are afraid of. Because you don’t see secret service agents wearing I cards do you? The t-shirt’s out but we hardly have buyers. What after these Nike-Adidas-Reebok sales, people seem to have stuffed not just their wardrobes, but their shoe-racks, refrigerators and even toilets with t shirts. Maybe we’ll need to put a *upto 100% off* sale if no one buys them…but we’ll be optimistic and say that…well, at least 5 will buy them. No no, haha, i’m kidding, our t-shirts have almost sold out…few left…book them soon…(‘psst, now will you point the gun away please?’).

Our biggest concern remains event heads. we have so many events, apparently the number of events in college exceeds the number of people in college. we’re thinking of keeping a sale on events now. ek ke saath ek free or something. and of course, our performing arts (PA) team suffered a huge setback due to some avoidable circumstances. they’re down to 2 from 3 temporarily. now the number of PA heads is approximately equal to the number of PA events…The charts were finally put up, by the way. but we’ve realised that unless we speak to people personally (read: threaten them at rusted-knifepoint), we’ll never be able to get the message across. no one looks at the notice boards in college. it’s like a teacher teaching maths. no one pays attention. Notice Board. Notice is a verb. not a noun. Please, NOTICE.

In other news, i think i’m starting to get some recognition. a couple of people waved at me, i think. or perhaps they were just adjusting their vest straps. and i thought someone smiled at me. but then i was told he gets facial muscular spasms often. Tarun Prabhu and Rohan Madtha, my two greatest idols in college commented here on the blog. It was absolutely amazing! if y’all are reading this too, i’m in awe, guys! y’all are super cool.

This just in, all the money we made was lost in the stock market. Going going gone. The markets dropped faster than Tusshar Kappor’s acting fees. We thought doubling the money in the stock markets would be a great idea, but it just turned out to be, well, Bull. We Bear-ly have anything left now. Damn! no yaar, i’m just kidding. we actually lost it in mutual funds. Damn! they said something about being subject to market risks. but we never paid attention. But y’all please pay attention. please support us. we’re feeling helpless as the fest is growing closer. also the ghost-writer who wrote this blog under my name quit the job. Damn the guy. any differences you find in the quality of blogs, blame that son of a lady dog for giving you false expectations…woohoo! i just hit the 1000 word mark. more than an indiacation that i should stop. but the SHOW, must go on. asking you in earnest for all the support you can, all jokes apart. any help will be appreciated. we hope to see you up there soon. IRIS 08, here we come!