Monday 15 July 2013

A Brilliant Ride


Saarang. Everything I heard of it, however much I tried to anticipate the feeling of being a part of it, the enigmatic royalty that Saarang ultimately unveiled itself to be was almost impossibly (or so it seemed) better, fresh, new, invigorating and surpassed all expectations.

“It’s time for the most talented individuals, with the most varied cultural abilities in the country to face-off (and show off) again. From the 9th to the 13th of January, 2013, the usually serene green campus of IIT Madras will turn into a pulsating arena of fiery and dedicated performances and competitions. We invite you to witness this effortless union of the best and gifted in the country and beyond!”

The time I wrote the aforementioned was not a time I could have appreciated myself the full implications and purport of the words. I was writing only from my first idea as a fresher at IIT Madras of what I had seen. As a second-year now and full of zeal to contribute my best to my newly appointed position as Creative and Media Coordinator in the Sponsorship department of the festival, I ran headlong into the preparations for the grand festival that started in May 2012.

The elaborate learning opportunity from the first few stages of ideation, right up to execution that this particular post provided has been invaluable. Combing through websites, feverishly filling up documents with everything we could think of, being set tasks and deadlines by the Sponsorship department Cores (and the frequent disgruntled “What is this, da? You’re way past deadline…” peppered with a few treasured “Well done, team!”) defined the first few heady months of work.

And then the actual execution of it all began. Juggling everything a semester at IITM has to offer, along with this “coordship” (as we called our posts) was a novelty that taught us an irreplaceable lesson in time management. Being assigned separate tasks, and coming up with our own initiatives, the Sponsorship cores put a lot into our hands, and their faith drove us to excel in every way possible.

A swanky new budget, besides the first ever aspect of social cause initiatives under the umbrella of Saarang Eunoia that our department Cores added to Saarang inspired us to push its boundaries. Everyone got very busy with their tasks (streaking past a friend, shouting “Saarang work” as the only explanation to their questioning eyes became a part of everyday life), and I was no exception.

Driving PR deals, handling and contributing to Saarang’s social media sites, writing pages and pages dedicated to every aspect of Saarang for its Facebook page, online publicity and press conference, organizing and preparing for the careful execution of three Saarang events, and having my heart utterly touched by the underprivileged children from Eureka Child that we organized mentorship for as part of Saarang Eunoia, defined the months leading up to Saarang for me.

Endless email and phone conversations helped develop my so far non-existent people skills, and taught me several little things. Every mistake was a major learning experience, and every victory a well-deserved moment of joy. Of course, the team meetings had arguments and disagreements, even moments of utter outrage from the Cores, but it all extracted from us our very best.

What I cherish most is the inter-departmental interactions we had to go through to execute anything. The Design Core was simultaneously the most pained and most liked of them all, and he was always available for advice on everything, besides the Facebook posts he was constantly sought for. Looking back, I think we’d all agree that he had more cause for irritation with the Creative team than with anyone else, and he still managed to do it all with a smile!

When Saarang finally came along, there was not much time to stop and breathe. Our days were filled with sprinting from one place to the next, making sure everything was in place and the sponsors’ stalls set to their satisfaction. Besides this, it was finally time for the events to take place. Panache was the fashion design competition a couple of my teammates and I worked heart and soul for and which I compered. The butterflies on stage were more out of anxiety for it to go off without a hitch. And it did! The joy which the successful completion of two months’ work provided is unequalled by any other. The other two events I was involved with went off smoothly as well.

Our nights were all about the Proshows! Every one of the professional shows organized was exhilarating and enjoyed to the utmost. The violinist on Parikrama Night received, perhaps, the strongest reaction as he effortlessly ran straight into the crowd, all the while setting his instrument on fire and breaking a couple of bowstrings. The 8000-strong crowd sang along to every Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy song, was held mesmerized by every Choreo Night performance and awed by the skills displayed on Classical Night. Sunburn had us swaying and jumping to everything Asia’s youngest DJ had to play.

Contriving to wrest some food coupons from the powerful Cores, laughing late into a night during a Saarang Newsletter making session, giggling at the always popular dance workshop, presenting a Mad Ad at the carnival stage and being completely enchanted by various performances filled up the rest of my Saarang. I was only one of a thousand-strong organizing team, but the insane feeling of belonging and pride I experienced throughout the five-day ride is indescribable, besides utterly addictive. We all of us want to do it all over again, with perhaps some more experience and some more skill next year around!

Sunday 7 July 2013

For A Lady

Well, this was written to help a couple friends with their tentative love lives. Yes, I've been courting women.

Here I am, with a heart beating fast,
Staring at these blank pages,
Thinking, wondering, debating just how
To pen what I’ve felt for ages…

A rush of emotions, so far unknown,
And a million thoughts leap to my mind,
But my ink and pen, they quiver so,
As the perfect words they try to find…

My senses wage an internal war,
But I had better initiate a try,
To make a start, a little beginning,
Before my head asks too many ‘Why?'s…

But a little voice utters in a whisper,
How can I possibly describe thee,
And capture that enveloping radiance,
Of the being who is an angel to me…

With that unique delicate beauty,
Your hair is like the twilit sky,
Mysterious, exquisitely compelling,
A potent sight, but always shy…

It shimmers like a curtain of gold,
Its dance is both mesmerizing and bold,
Your smile has the glow of a thousand suns
Your eyes, the life of a thousand more...

Your silent laugh, it delights me so,
Your lovely face half-hidden,
In your tresses flying high and low,
The sight enchants me, unbidden…

Splendid as God has made you outside,
I admire you a whole lot more,
For what you’ve made of your soul,
That deep, selfless, thoughtful core…

Your vividly strong personality,
The dogged persistence of your mind,
The intensely alive curiosity,
That is a jewel, so rare a find…

Your particular way of facing any situation,
With a true, brave sparkle in your eye,
Handling it all with a soothing calm,
And a hidden subsurface fiery fire…

That perpetual, alive, simmering heat,
That intense passion of your will,
Your simple, sweet, charming grace,
A thousand stories beneath a façade still…

Your voice’s brilliant complex melody,
Tells an ancient romantic tale,
The feelings the strains invoke in me,
Are matchless, as are you, my nightingale…

Now I hesitate and pause, yet ache to say,
To be with you, to never be apart,
To feel for you as I do now, forever and always,

Is the dearest darling wish of my heart…

Friday 29 March 2013

I miss you


I miss you. Every single day of every week. I cannot describe the heart-rending, intensely disabling, crushing pain of being apart and knowing I can never see you again. Never hear your laugh, never feel your loving, tender caress, never hear your stories, never be rocked by you to sweet, blissful sleep, knowing I’m safe. I hate the fact that I could not even say goodbye, that I had to hear of it, that you went so much before your time.

I cannot stand the fact that you had to suffer so much, you, the very embodiment of all that is good. I hate the fact that you withered away into a shell of yourself, a mere ghost of the laughing, happy, witty, vivacious, strong, loving, brave person you always were to me. I hate the disease that did that to you, that caused you so much pain, that took the light out of your eyes, that killed you a million times over before you finally let go.

I could see, throughout the ordeal, how you were still trying to be brave for us. You wanted to brush it all off as if it was nothing, a mere hitch in an otherwise perfect plan. But then there came a time when the horrid disease broke the strongest spirit I’ve ever known. I remember gritting my teeth, hoping against hope God would be fair. This amazing person deserved none of this. This brilliant, saint-like person deserved the very best in life. But no. God would take the person I loved most away from me, away from the world, in the worst way possible.

I ask myself why. Every day, through a haze of tears, I ask myself, and demand of God, why my favourite person. My inspiration in life could not have done anything to deserve this. No one deserves what the bravest person I knew went through. And it’s an unstoppable force. You can’t tell it’s coming, you can do nothing to impede its relentless destruction. And the helplessness is what I can’t forgive myself for. Even though I come up blank when I ask myself what I could possibly have done, I can’t forgive myself for doing nothing.

Irrational as that sounds, I wish I could have been there more. I wish I could have held you, and comforted you, the way you had done countless times against my childish fears. I wish I could have made you feel safe, secure in my arms. I wish I could have taken some of your pain away, could have fought with you against the monster. Above all, I wish I could see you, just one more time…