Yesterday night was Dance night at RJM, performances by PGP/PGPX/Exchange students- basically everyone. By the time we reached the hall it was jam packed and bubbling with excitement. We got seats near the end of the audi just next to a group of very enthusiastic guys. Even before the performances began the hooting and cat calls began. The poor guy who was compeering the show really put on a brave face and did the job well. Once the acts began it felt like I was back in college, for a moment all adult thoughts took a back seat -the kaam waali bai, the vegetables to be bought, the press waale kapde, the deadline for current piece of work. All that was there was this moment that we (spouses) were enjoying -clapping and moving to the beats of the songs being performed- checking out the performers and the outfits and oh ya cheering or booing on top of our lungs. The PGP students seemed to be enjoying thoroughly too, there was the usual noisy bunch and then there were the love birds, sitting together arm on shoulder way. It was an “ossum” experience after a very long time indeed.
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