NOTE : The work on this post started on Monday, 22nd September. Unfortunately, due to our dear friend Mr Procrastination, this could be published only today. Our apologies!
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Yesterday I’m happy. Yes. Yesterday. If you’re wondering why I’ve made a gross grammatical error, let me put an end to your pain. No, that wasn’t an error. It was very much intentional. (Now you’ve either asked why, or you’ve decided that I’m crazy.) Either way, the reason for this intentional ‘ungrammatisation’ is that I intended to write this post yesterday titled “Today I’m Happy.” But as usual the procrastinator won over the blogger, and thus, I end up here, in a uniquely boring General English hour, formulating these thoughts. And this ‘happiness’ was so ‘present’ yesterday that I can’t believe its ‘past’ today. And so the weird title.
Anyway, coming back to yesterday (oh how past and present play such a punning role!) it was a very happy day. To start off with, I attended (and helped organise) a national literature seminar. It was uniquely crafted so as to portray the literature in and through performance. It was so well organised that it might have thrown down the glove against the upper limits as defined by Heisenberg’s equation. It had a wonderful participant:volunteer ratio of about 1:1. The chief guest refused to come for the inauguration, quoting her ‘beauty sleep’. The performances were so intriguing that even the most intellectual professors drift into dreamland. The performers decided to take the whole event in their own hands and took their sweet time with each performance, pushing up the blood pressure levels of several very involved organising professors and students. Literature stood aside and made way for self praise, gossip, and page four discussions.
And yet again coming back to why I’m happy, after the seminar which rendered all of us souls who had actually bothered to work tired to the core, four of us decided to drown our sorrows in the one thing which is instant cure for all problems… Food! (no, not beer….)
So we headed to this chic expensive place, and blew a lot of cash, and had nice food. But what I’m happy for is the fact that I got to meet this truly unique and wonderful person. Lets call her Ms S. I always thought that she was this imposingly intellectual person, who did not have a human side to her. But to my amazement, I found that she had this human side which was more human than many other humans I’ve met. And I was amazed at how well I could gel in with her.
We talked about many a thing under (and over) the sky. Headed for a hot tea. And called it a night.
I’m happy because I met this wonderful person.
End of story.
Thank you.
