Anonymously ME
Till one month ago, I was jus another ordinary guy, with two backlogs to my credit and and hell lot of bad impression on the teachers. There was nothing that I could actually boast about.Life seemed to have become numb and the colors around me were fading every moment. My friends asked me as to why I was wearing the depressed look on my face and what was the reason that made me dumb. I couldn't answer them. Slowly I realized that mediocrity had gripped its poisonous tentacles around my lifestyle. I was helpless and and couldn't think of anything else. My backlogs snatched away my freedom to bike and my right to watch my favourite TV show-FRIENDS , every evening at 7. My table was filled with heavy text books and huge all in one(s). My head was surrounded with dark grey clouds.I prayed every night for emancipation and wished for the real life, for lust and for spice. But all in vain.Nothing changed for a long time and the shades of black creeped over my already dormant mind. I was at a mental block due to my inactivity.
Then suddenly one day(like the off sesaonal rains, in and outside the city), GOD slapped with the best thing that could happen to me in the college(The 'Zine). Me and Satan went to this informal meeting regarding the college magazine(better known as MUSINGS). We were already late, thanks to Satan's love for CBIT 'plate meals'. As we excused ourselves and entered the room, I noticed a cool headed, curly haired guy sitting on the teacher's desk. He was Ravi-C.E.D, Team Musings. The entourage, were listening very silently to his speech(Though some of them were talking on the phone and some of them were yawning and making really awkward noises). Mr.Satan who was pretending as if he was listening, was actually messaging on his 6600 to his you-know-who. But I was listening mindfully.Ravi's speech was very casual and vivid and I could instantly identify him as a very good public speaker. In between the sessions, our creative shocker Mr. Sid walked in and oout of the room, to attend his STD calls.Dainty Damsel Kalpana aka kal was smiling(I know you would say "tell us something new"). Aditya aka Quicksilver(or should I say Adi as the whole college calls him) was flipping his cell phone between his fingers but was listening very keenly.
On that day, at that moment, I least knew that this meeting was going to prove fatal(I mean for my mediocrity). Because Ravi offered me work, fun, excitemenmt and a whole new set of friends for the cost of my time(which I had loads and loads). That day, I gave them my contact details and soon I was called for. I was tested(casually though) and the next thing I knew was that I was on the editorial board. Since Ravi had no successor, he picked me to be his asst.designer(apparentlly, I impressed him with a collageof Mettalica which I made using MS Paint...lol) for which I am more than just happy. Because there it started. My activty of a lifetime.......Colors started decorating my ambience, thanks to my online Phtoshop tutorials with Ravi. And like the rains that start with small drops and then pour, my activity began with musings, and I have no idea how intersting new things took over me. There was the birth of Velcro and spam Gods like JD welcomed me with awe. My acads made positive leap as my internal marks took the exponetial route(Dont ask me how. I have absolutely no idea). Then I realized that whoever said "dene wala jabbi detha, detha chappar phaad ke" wasn't kidding around he he...
Now I am enjoying my life(Except for a girl who pisses me off now and then). Sometimes I still wonder how all of the team memebers, who were complete strangers to me before, are now my best friends. All of them are hip and happening and I am not exaggerating when I say that all of them absolutely rock!!!
Thanks to MUSINGS. I am not an unknown guy anymore. I am the "one of those Musings guy". And good bye to my sick nicknames like shivvu and RFM(ra**d French model). It makes me proud to say that I am not anonymous any more but synonymous with M'06.
Team Musings:
Me
Ravi(my mentor)
Sid(My role model)
Kal(My smiling English teacher)
Satan(my critic)
Adi(my fun mate)
Spurt(my embarssment)
Triveni
Padma
Sreya
Expected comments:
Ravi: This blog is good, but you could have been better.
Sid: Balls to your blog. This is not your personal blog to write abt your struugle.
Kal: Hey, in total, 18 commas are missing and..............
Satan: ha ha ha man.....nice joke...ha ha...really man..really awesome jokes u crack..lol
Spurt: Arrey kya re tu....u got embarassed that day re?...sorry re...re......re...
P.S: The title in no way is connected to the anonymous commenters on the blog and Kal please forgive me for any miscrepancies that might have accidentally crept in.