After a night which involved the successful culmination of ISB day, wherein the Music Club had an A capella performance and a musical medley that I was in charge of, much relief was had, because the practice times and the coordination effort involved was taking its toll on the other activities I was involved in on campus.
However, the program is now relegated to that corner of my mind that can be considered as pleasant memories despite the numerous potential goof-ups that could’ve taken place. All in all, everyone who was supposed to came through and did so correctly.
With that behind my back, the next big thing up on the anvil is our annual alumni meet, Solstice, where the ISB rock band is playing and time needs to be devoted in the pursuit of putting up an awesome show as part of that. We’ve managed to sign up the Raghu Dixit Project for a headlining performance and it promises to be an incredibly exhausting, high-adrenaline evening on Saturday 19th December.
Now that life updates are summed up, back to why I am blogging at this un-Godly hour. I was awake till late last night after being woken up due to Iron Maiden songs being played in the flat next to mine, only to realize that it was the birthday of this friend of mine in my class. Much celebration, a few beers, raucous guitar-accompanied singing and a trip to the school cafeteria was had and I finally hit the sack at some time close to four.
With an 8 AM class scheduled, I did what I usually do to ensure that I wake up on time. An east-facing room has made it conducive for the sunlight to stream in directly in the morning and when the curtains are drawn apart, it is perfect for me to wake up should the accompanying sounds of an irritating alarm clock chime work in cahoots with the rays of light.
It happened this morning as well, when I woke up at half past seven and after getting ready to go to class with Nada Surf playing in my ears, I picked up coffee and went to the lecture theater only to be told that there was no class for the particular subject this week.
Turns out that the Professor in charge will be arriving a week later and as a result, due to careful elective selection of the smartest kind as evinced by yours truly, I will not have classes on Monday or Wednesday this week. Hurrah!
Small victories notwithstanding, I did feel slightly stupid that a clogged inbox resulted in my trying to attend a class that was not actually there, that too on a Monday morning. I can safely say that this is the most unusual Monday morning I’ve had in the longest time. I just hope that the unusual nature of this week is only going to translate into positive happenings.
Insofar as parting shots go, I’m wondering, quite unfortunately whether accumulated Good Karma does have any value. I’m quite sure it does, but the more time I spend in this place, the more questionable that belief is.
It is now 8:27 AM on Monday, 7th December 2009 and I am going to hit the sack since I have no more classes for the day. Good day!
I hope it is not too forward of me to say that the alternately raucous and fortuitous start to your week has all of the simmering drama of the exposition to an edgy independent film. Surely, you are right. It must portend the inevitable unfolding of events of some significance (though I hope for your sake they turn out to be of the madcap, feelgood variety that serious-minded filmmaking artistes sneer at).
Thank you for regaling your loyal readership with such pithy Monday morning musings. I give you fair warning that if I ever write a screenplay (one of my many half-assed ambitions) I fully intend to steal the morning you describe for the opening act. (Will it atone, I wonder, if I invite—nay, insist—that you score said film with a wry, sensitive, and unbearably cool soundtrack upon its completion?)