Help!

The few ex-jailbirds in our college who’ve committed the odd murders will tell you how it feels to count down your last days till the moment you walk up to the gallows (how they got out, don’t ask. that’s a different post). the feeling i er, feel, these days is not unlike that er…feeling (symptoms of writer’s block beginning to show). Doomsday is nearing really and every minute that passes adds another chore to the to-do list. of course, i’m good at addition and bad at subtraction so my to-do list is now more like a was-supposed-to-do list. i can’t help but feel that death is not an uncertainty on 22nd or 23rd or 24th. and i’m not talking about our rock show genre when i say that.

In many ways i feel like the death row convict, patiently biding my time. but in many ways i am unlike him/her. for example, which death row convict that you know gets to play badminton for most of the day? or for that matter TT…? why, i can even answer natures call at will. i get to read my favourite novel even when assigned a task. i have this wonderful quote that goes “Procrastination is like (unmentionable). it’s fun, but in the end you’re just screwing yourself.” So true. that to-do list is gonna come crashing down anyday now and injure me. We’re all in the same soup. soupermen, if you will. i can’t help but feel like something’s gonna go wrong. i mean, it always does but nothing so big that it can’t be covered up. this time it’s gonna be bigger than ever. the blunder. damn i’m so pessimistic. no. we will make it. positivity goes a long way. i wish there were actually people reading this. we’re in need of help like never before yaar. it’s gonna take a miracle (or an earthquake) to make Iris absolutely rock. the miracle is called hardwork and teamwork and has been rarely sighted in activities such as Dax bashing and throwball sledging.

On a happier note, love is in the air. At this time of the year, it always is. i don’t know how, but the coupling effect (if i may call it that) is strongest at this time of the year. this particular observation also gives me an opportunity to look at the last two weeks. there was traditional day. Vineha, among many, looked great in her Marathi do (i could’ve said nav-vari or something technical, but in fashion, i’m hardly the authority to consult). there’s no reason why i should’ve singled her out, but being first lady of college, in a way, i thought it proper to her some footage here. Onkar looked smashing too. Can’t remember what he was wearing, but i’m sure it must’ve been good. Seema was, quote: ‘pissed with the Iris committee for making Sid work on this day too’. you only have our sympathies Seema. But stats show that Sid does 40.37% of the work around here. And if it’s any consolation, you looked great to.

Next, mismatch day. A day that will go down in the history of SFIT as probably the blackest day ever, what with the histrionics of the students, so far as dressing goes, convincing college authorities that we should be wearing uniforms. that’s hardly surprising when CRs go for a student-teacher meeting in say, chaddis, banyans, batman costumes and other such perfectly abnormal informal attire. oh but it was fun, like with every other anti-authoritarian activity. cross dressing, fancy dressing, un-dressing you name it, we had it.

Rose day. Record cards sold i heard. it didn’t spread the festive spirit so much. or i certainly didn’t notice that it did. well, i still don’t know who the rose king/queen are. (Melwin: ‘Vineha and Dominic’). Melwin knows all. Anyway, oh right. i wasn’t here to witness the festivities in college for long that day. i should be taking more interest as Head of Administration. i don’t want the Iris Committee taking my case in the mosh pit during the Rock Show.

My future looks as bleak as a Tusshar Kapoor movie right now. i don’t want to say that about Iris right now because i do want to be positive. it’s really discouraging though, to have to pull people, force them to work. Andar se nahi aata hai…as Sid puts it. In 5 days, the big dream will be over. Relief will be but a natural feeling but satisfaction, i can’t say. i don’t know when any one in the world has needed so much help, but if someone’s listening: MAYDAY! S.O.S! HELP!