My First Stage-play at MDI!!

Once upon a time, in MDI...

The dust over the stunning Fresher Party received by the PG12 batch had not even completely settled when we heard of something called Rangmanch!!

“What the hell is this now..?” I asked one of my friends.

“Arrey it’s some kind of an event where juniors have to perform infront of the seniors.. I’ve heard it’s cool..” replied my bhola-bhala friend who had slightly misjudged the intensity of the imminent Storm Katrina..

Wow!! This is just the opportunity that we were looking for. This will just be the perfect way to repay the seniors for the jubilation, the unbridled fun, the euphoria, that they had provided us with, preceded by a complete mental breakdown & a venomous outburst by one of our seniors!!

I wanted to be a part of the Drama team (being a big one myself). My so called friends had promised me that they will be present during my audition.. but Alas!!

Where are they..???

Well..After looking into the matter (sounds familiar?), I found out that most of them were seen cheering for girls during their dance auditions and then duly left with a feeling of enrichment and a face of innocence!! Bloody Backstabbers..

It was here that I came to know from my judges that Rangmanch will be insane, chaotic, and BP-increasing.

“They will constantly be throwing flowers at you and will be making cantankerous noises. In short, their sole objective will be to use any and all means at their disposal and NOT ALLOW YOU TO PERFORM.” I was told.

Warning: If weak hearted..plz don’t participate!!

Whaaaat..?? Jesus Christ.. Why?? I mean why..? Did they get S. K. Rai in 2^nd year too?? 

If no, then why...??????

Practice Sessions

“Hey..what script should we choose? Let’s choose the MDI life of students so far theme.. but we will have to imitate the student council members but we can’t speak.. no one will listen.. Hey let’s make Airtel’s har ek friend zaroori hota hai.. this way so many people can fit in and it will be great..But it’s too short & difficult to say which friend is what..” were some of the common pre-discussions..

Finally, we settled for our very own Sholay theme, but with a slight innovation of our own. Gabbar will be a girl & Basanti will be a guy!

There was only one girl in the drama team & she became Gabbar..

Shit man.. Who will become Jaya Bachhan now???

There was a girl sitting there who offered to become our saviour!

“So what is my role??” she asked.

"Ah well.. You have to water the plants.. and then keep watering them, again, and again, and again!!!"  explained our director.

".........WTF????????!!!...... This is my role..?? Get lost.. I am not doing such a useless role.. My role should be much, much more.."

Hmmm..

"Hey brilliant idea.. You can keep flirting with Amitabh the whole time. It will add some glamour too!!" I said.

“That’s great!! I am totally cool with it,” said our Big B.

“                                                              ,” said Jaya!!

By the way, alongside our drama and dance practice sessions, there was something extraordinarily unique & devious going on inside the hostel!!

Some of our batchmates were busy making morphed posters of the council members, esp. those who have been in the limelight.

I must say that the posters were unbelievably awesome & gave an equally awesome shock to our seniors who were absolutely dumbfounded after viewing them, to put it mildly!!

Singham became Vingham (matching with the senior’s name who was there on the poster), Dostanaà Tristana (no girl..surprise!!), Rowdy Rathoreà Rowdy Rahul, Jodi NO.1 pair had a Mango Dolly senior who was looking chooo cute in that getup, Pareshan Zameen Par (this senior has featured in the Harvard case study for getting royalty from the juniors for actually writing an exam), there was Om Jaya Om with a dance pose, and my personal favourite, Pyaar Impossibleà Padhai Impossible (this one takes the cake with a cherry on top.. it gave us some invaluable insights into what exactly this beloved senior of ours fantasizes about!!! Believe me this was simply stunning). Hats off to the creator!!

THE D-DAY

Let’s practice it one last time guys.. Hey wait a minute, where is Basanti..??

Here she comes..

Duuuudeeee!!!!!!

What the hell..?? You are using a balloon??!!! What if one of it bursts during the show?? Can you even visualize that situation????!!

Somehow an alternate arrangement was made (don't ask me how!) to assure ourselves that no such untoward incident occurs in between the show.

And then, It was time...

Poooooooooooooooo....Piiipppaaawwwwwwww... Tantantantantantantantan.. Awawawawawawawawawawa....

pg12.. murdabad.. pg12.. murdabad.. pg12.. murdabad!!

Innumerable such melodious voices welcomed us & believe me, had someone taken a picture of our faces at that instant, that antique piece would have sold for more than an M.F.Hussain painting!!

“Gawwwd..How on earth are we going to perform??? This is so much worse than we had anticipated.. It’s a disaster,” were the common murmers..

The dance team was greeted with flower punches in all possible regions..

Ohh..he got it in the nose..Ohhh..cheek too.. Ohh..there goes her mouth..lucky flower!!

And to rub salt in the wounds, we were supposed to collect all the flowers as quickly as possible & return it to their rightful owners so that none of them complaint of being left empty handed for 5 full seconds & thus were deprived of a fair opportunity!

The girl’s dance was, however, totally flower-free as the seniors had also come to "watch us" perform!! Due to this, we had to schedule the same dance performance twice just to stop the flower bombardment.
Our Basanti did go on the stage from time to time in between the male performances, and performed some "moves" just to keep the audience enthralled and their interest levels high for the next performance!!!

There was a dance party arranged after the event which gave us a chance to relive our Fresher’s Party experience, one more time!!!

However, the whole week was simply extraordinary. Whatever the trouble, but it actually gave us a feel that, now, we too belong here.  And as they say, there can be no real Happiness without real Mischief!!!!