HAPPINESS UNLIMITED!

One of my flashback memories, that I would love re-living. It was the send off for our seniors and I was unable to attend it! What makes it so memorable is the fact I realised that day how much my friends love me (thinking of that incident always brings a smile on my face).

It was the month of March. The time of the year when school kids esp those in tenth dedicate their heart and soul for board exams, when ice creams and cool drinks are nearly sold out at Pabba’s!, when the farewell was given to our seniors by their smart and cool juniors (hmm…that’s us).So a send off programme was decided in advance and the preparation were going on with snail speed for past one week. The unique thing about my class was that to get any work done it has to be assigned to them and they will do it, or else, it will not be done. Now the mammoth task of assigning the work had to be done in such a way so as to prevent clash of the titans. So I was unofficially assigned to do this job as I was good in Public relation! The task was to organise and take care of the requirement of different groups. Various things were set and class whole heartedly plunged into ‘the making’ of the event. The programme included dances by girls (in group, solos, gangs),dance by guys(Swathi had to literally shed tears to make the two left feet guys learn dancing…but they finally got it right!),the famous Kajrare, the skit by boys(the personalized version of Swades-we the people),the mad adds, the powerpoint presentations about our seniors, mimicking of our teachers and several games.

The previous day I start developing pain in my neck but I ignore it because there was so much of work pending, there were stage decorations we had to finish. By evening I decided that I should visit a doctor and he gave some medications (though it didn’t work).The stage was set and recording of songs and mad adds were pending and it was decided that early morning it will be completed. The time was 10pm and we had to wind up with all preparation, which was 90% done. Since I couldn’t ride ( as I had this stupid probing pain) my cousins picked me and I went home. The day of the event, I get up early and realise I cannot move my neck, ‘oh god no not today’ I keep on muttering, so then I give a call to Appu and Saran and tell them I cannot make it and though they are shocked they were quite understanding. The next 3 hours were spend on the mobile giving instructions to different friends on not to panic! I had to take rest for 1 hour after my aunt sternly looks at me and asks me to take rest! I believe I lived that day through the eyes of 29 people who kept calling me and gave live commentary .By the end of the day I do not regret missing the programme but I do have tears of joy in my eyes when my friends call me and say “don’t worry Ammu, u take care” “Ammu, we will arrange another baila for you”(and believe me they did)!. I guess sometimes in pain too there is happiness unlimited!!