Call me an orthodox conceited moron incapable of positive self-expression when faced with overwhelming damning onslaught from forces opposing my train of thought outside the realm of my understanding of the earthly matters of earthly beings, but i do have reason to believe that saarang could have been better.

“Team work means more we and less me”

I dont remember where i read this , but if i were to believe it for a moment, it would mean Saarang’ 05 was not a team work but a lone -wolf challenge so spectacularly managed by one humdinger of a secretary. Saarang’05 never really looked like clicking. The belligerent sponsorship hunts were missing. External Publicity non-existent. Internal Publicity coordinators can be excused for probably not knowing when saarang was to start till ten days before it did. The official website “under construction” till a month before. The registration starting exactly a week before saarang. If you missed saarang , because you didnt know it was happening, i dont blame you. The event schedule was not fixed a day before Saarang.

Saarang………”It’s not an event. It’s not a happening.

It’s a state of mind. A way of life.”

Saarang’05…….”It wasn’t an event . It didnt happen.

It’s in the mind. out of life.”

One of my profs was talking abt exams today. “The pressure you face is nothing, absolutely nothing compared to the pressure Sachin Tendulkar faces when he goes down to bat”,he said .

Yeah. True. Too much dependence on one person can make a wreck out of him. However wonderfully endowed in mangerial abilities and however wonderfully equipped with the most modern of electronic gadgets from US army issue Walkie-Talkies to latest MP3 players, one person can never dream of making saarang a success. Saarang, the great grand mama of all college fests for like a million miles around didnt happen on the scale i would have liked it to happen. Forgive me if i was wishing for a little too high a quality for saarang ’05.

But then, Saarang’05 had its share of coming-of-age changes. For a change, The Pro-Show guys, The event Judges, The Transpo coordinators and the Transpo volunteers moved around in Ikons, Indigos and on the worst day, Indicas. Tavera- the comfortable family car- was used for cargo. The newsletter came of age too. It grew from a spate of bland reporting in four pages to exciting Gaul-based themes on eight pages with fancy names for all those that mattered and The so called Sharav-sting to take care of the “glamour” aspect of newspaper reporting. Exxagerations? yes. One cant just live on bland reporting anymore. rite? The newsletter too was a case of monopoly of ideas. Just for the record, I was supposed to be one of those writing the newsletter. but, what finally came out in print was representative of the writing skills of a sole unhygenix-kinda character who is famed for his ideal ideas on conservation of water. I didnt do justice to the job i was supposed to have done. Bitten by the Saarang ’05 bug? possible. But, not entirely without blame on my part. And yes, the greatest Coup of them all. Ms. Saarang, a fifty one year old english professor.

Hey wait. There is another contestant for the” greatest coup” title. How 9100 tickets(oooops!! sorry.. these are “Donor Passes”!!) each worth atleast 50 bucks total to 350 thousand bucks. The choreo nite “donor passes” was a brilliant idea to tackle the unmanageable rush at the event every year at saarang. The “how-can-you-sell-our-performance” kinda questions were easily repelled by calling them “donor passes”. But the note at the main entrance read ” Choreo nite tickets sold out”!!

After the end of it all, there are two kinds of people on the campus. those happy for themselves and those not. Love your life? Live on a Saarang.