This Fest is killing me(Part I) - By Pallab Roy

Episode 1

Ring… ring… ring…

It’s 6.30 am and there it goes again

“Hello”

“Dude please come for some fest committee meeting ASAP”

“What right now?”

‘Yea man. Half an hour or you are out”

“Yea yea whatever”

(I haven’t picked up the phone. But this is the conversation that is going to play out. I know. Trust me on that.)

So here I am. A ‘fest committee’ member by default. (Not by default actually but by my fault.).  Sundar has taken it into his mind to hold a management fest and we

, his loyal friends are being slaughtered. That reminds me, I have to talk to my sub ordinate. A more listless fellow I never met. During his fest interview we asked him why he wanted to join the fest. He replied,

“Dude I wanna miss the test

And my family thinks I am a pest.

I jus wanna do the fest”

All of it rhymed of course, so we decided to take him in.

Anyways I called him (actually I left 17 missed calls which amounts to calling him) got up, got ready and left for college. Of course there was nobody there and even the gate wasn’t open. So I clambered over the gate and dropped down on the other side.

Suddenly a voice boomed,

“Ke kar raha hai chorey?”

I looked around and saw two police man making their way towards me. I hurriedly typed a message to sundar that I would be late and looked wearily in there direction.

Episode 2

Sundar in the meanwhile was suffering from a bout of depression. He had said 6.30 am instead of 9.30 am on the phone and knew that this was a crime unpardonable. Now he had a habit. Whenever he suffered from depression he ate extra large burgers to drive away the guilt pangs. So he had already finished three and was contemplating a fourth one when Reepu (the local chaiwalla cum restaurer) said that he was out of credit and that if he (sundar) didn’t pay up soon he would extricate all the burgers from Sundar’s stomach. This had the miraculous effect of bringing Sundar down to a more relative plane of existence where he made some excuse about the global recession and a severe liquidity crunch and walked leaving Reepu hurt and fuming.

Before we take the discussion any further it becomes necessary to talk a bit about the other fest members who we had the honour (ha ha. Notice the sarcasm) of working with. Most of them were our juniors from college. All of them were excited about the fest and all of them were absolutely clueless as to what needs to be done. But then Sundar believed that the way to success was to start by scratching your head and to keep on scratching till a plausible solution came up and so it went. (if you were to visit our college one of these days and saw a lot of people sitting together and scratching their heads don’t be surprised. It’s only the fest committee at work.)

(To be continued as per convinience of Author)