SDIPA Shows....

Ok, so we all know that there were 7 shows, right? 4 days, 7 shows, 42 dances, 1600 students dressed in ridiculously gaudy clothing, lotsa wierd things happening.
When Anisha, my instructor, had appointed me the team leader, my heart had swelled with ill-concealed pride. By the end of the third day, however, all I wanted to do was to shove red hot iron rods up every SDIPA official's arse(and Anisha's for making me team leader). The fourth day changed everything,though. And you will soon see why.

Day One - Sunday, 29th May, 2005

Afternoon was spent sticking silver sequins on fellow dancers boring white tops. Some smartypants came up with the idea of writing giant 'S' s on the backs of all the girls' tops. His reason being that S stands for Shiamak and S stands for Summer Funk. Yeah, well S also stands for 'Screw you benhchod', but i dont think he quite got the message. And so the job was done by the Team Leader aka dumb loser aka me.
Next came the technical rehearsals, which were a lot of fun as none of us knew what the heck needs to be done on a stage. Thrice I came close to falling flat on my nose onstage in an audi filled with the aforementioned 1600 students, but still it was fun. Masochism is my religion, you see. Shiamak Davar himself came onstage after the rehearsals, and gave us a short, highly enlightening speech on how we shouldnt mess around with our, ahem, chaddis on stage ( i swear he used that word). No fooling around with your wedgies, learn to dance with them. Valuable lessons in life, I tell ya.
The main show was fantastic. Since it was our first, everyone was pumped up and eager to please. As for me, once again I discovered what an awesome high performing on stage gives you.

Our's was the first performance in the evening show, which started at 7.45. So I was free by 8.15, see? Now however, the goddamn Shiamak rules state that Team bloody Leader chutiyas must wait till every one of their students has left for home. So yours truly was stuck waiting with a 12 yr old kid, whose mother decided that the most appropriate time to pick up her daughter would be 10 p.m, after catching up with all her favourite soaps. As for me, you could've fried omelettes on my head.
Reached home at 11.30, exhausted.


Day Two - Monday, 30th May, 2005

To be continued......