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~Introduction~
The stage was dark as a splash of black paint, the air of the open amphi was a rupture of applauding shrieks, waves of cheers broke following no trend. The crowd was undoubtedly electric, as was the ambiance created; it was inevitable.
"A love-struck Romeo... sings the streets a serenade..." A single voice sounded through the hi power amplifiers, the consequent surround sound was overwhelming and a hush fell over. "Laying everybody low... with a love song that he made... "
The melody flowed like a narrative being sung, each word evolved into its distinct note with no instruments to interfere.
"Finds a streetlight... " the first flash of a white spotlight hit a corner. The silhouette it shone upon was another black, the outline well defined. "Steps out of the shade... " The voice finally unmasked its person, a smart black hat went flying off the head from the tip of a finger to be lost into the silence of the front crowd.
"Says something like, 'You and me babe, how about it?'... "
The amorous emotion in the voice felt only natural, accompanied by a gesture to match it as a cape swirled and a bow of invite came with sheer elegance. The second spotlight revealed a beauty clad in a starlit white, which shimmered and sparkled under a similar bright, as the lady gasped and shied, then blushed. And all at once, the big displays around came to life, a guitar strummed, drum beats rolled and the keyboard tinkled through, the speakers surrounding the open air arena stage exploded into a medley of such variety, the live audience erupted like a horde into cat calls and whistles, some screaming sore in support, others simply swayed by the evening it was.
"Juliet says, "Hey, it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"
He's underneath the window, she's singing, "Hey la, my boyfriend's back.
You shouldn't come around here singing up to people like that...
Anyway, what you gonna do about it?"..."
The lady in white was a beauty indeed, every air about her spoke of glamor and grace, of petty frivolities which cause major heartbreaks; every bit of her look was a 'Juliet' coming alive. The cat calls were a volume at par with the mechanically enhanced volume of the band. And the screen shifted focus from her to the 'Romeo' in black, every movement of those lips molded into the lyrics that followed.
"Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start
And I bet when you exploded into my heart
And I forget I forget the movie song.
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?"
And as the whole stage finally shone under the multi-colored stage lights a whole dancing troupe came into view, the drama had only begun.
*********************
"Oi! Malik!"
Armaan turned a half circle around at the familiar call. His brow wrinkled in a searching look which finished in a smile as he shrugged making his way through the throngs, balancing the precious packets of pop corn he had procured after the life threatening situation of being suffocated to death.
"Dude! Where the hell have you been? Your side of the bet was buying pop corn, not growing corn in the fields waiting for it to reap before we can pop it for snacks."
"A perpetual insufferable mechanic, that's all you are Sumit. If that's humor, its caustic. And caustic, the bad way."
Armaan replied in no apparent hurry, handing the packets over, giving yet another fold to the steel gray sleeves leaving his arms bare up to elbows; as if in compensation he zipped half way up his chest the sleeveless jacket worn over the semi formal shirt. A tattoo peeked partially on one of the arms as he raised it to run a lazy hand through the unruly waft of hair, messing them a tad bit more.
"You can offer all your charming remedies once we get into the amphi, cause if we delay another second, Modi swears to not attend the 8 AM classes all of next week, the week after which are the internals, and if true to his claim he..."
"Sutte! Time to breathe!"
Armaan interrupted, and Sumit glared. It would take him forever to adjust with this particular tag. And well as Armaan knew him, he knew just when to use it, to remind him he was skinny like a cigarette, to irk him and shut him up. Of course, if he didn't use it for long, Sumit had every reason to worry about his friend's well being. Finally, Armaan looked satisfied with the folds of his sleeves, and with complete attention he asked.
"Alright, where are the guys?"
"Trying to be where they should be. Where the girls are." Armaan threw his head back and laughed.
"So its LSR next?"
"Its LSR on stage right now. And Modi is one unhappy man."
"I bet he is..." Armaan murmured shaking his head. Then throwing an arm around his friend he said, "Lets go before all there's left of him is smoke and ashes. I'd hate to play the philanthropist in relieving the world of his evil."
At this they both broke out laughing and walked ahead, the chat continuing, finding newer topics as they crossed interesting crowds on the way.
***********************
"The blasted fool! We sent him to fetch that loafer and now both of them are missing. WITH THE GOD DAMN ID'S."
"Relax man! I'm sure Sumit must have found him and they would be well on their way. Its not all their fault. Look at the crowd, its... "
"I WOULD look at the crowd, at least the part of it I should concern myself with, if those freaks show up. If I miss the LSR troupe on stage they've had it. And its already almost over."
"We're part of the organizers Abhimanyu. We can always get the DVD later."
"You don't understand do you? Its... its not the same. Can you watch a rose on TV and feel the fragrance?"
Atul kept quiet at that. Abhimanyu knew he had hit the point with his plant loving friend. It was not however, what he was dying to do that moment. With another impatient sigh he looked ahead for the sight of the two familiar faces.
Instead, his ears heard the crowd suddenly much louder than before, and then the voice of the MC. As both Atul and him turned their eyes towards the amphi which was some feet away behind them, they saw the high stage lights suddenly dark and the much dreaded announcement being made. With a sigh of annoyance this time, Abhi groaned. And cursed.
Atul watched him from the corner of his eye and rolled his eyes partly. Tonight would be yet another M-V-M night; Modi Vs Malik. There was no way, even in the hell after life, that the two of them could be best friends. However, they were. The kind who would lay their life for the other. Literally. Except, they were equally capable of taking each others lives over things as inconsequential as the morning tea.
********************
"Where did those two go? The awards are going to be announced in another five minutes now."
"On a date Anjie! Where else would Romeo and Juliet go?!" Muskaan said, moving in half a dance step to take Anjali's hand and twirl her to and fro. Anjali smiled, rolling her eyes.
"So?"
"So what! We're going to win, like we have all year round at every damn national fest."
"Precisely my point Muski. We will. And we have to go collect the trophy on stage." Muskaan blew at the curl which fell over her eye and smiled with a raised eye.
"Well tell them IIT guys, Rendezvous may be the best college fest in all of Northern India. But this LSR team is better than the best. They can wait for the winners!" Anjali looked like she would interrupt but Muskaan spoke before she could, "And we both know Anj, for girls, 'these' guys will wait."
And they both broke out giggling. Of course they would. IIT-D could be among the country's best Engineering colleges. Well ranked no less world wide for that matter. But it was that. Engineering, the girl-lacking field of study. And then, it was 'the IIT', girls, everyone knew, were the rarest of all living species on this one campus. In a spot of such importance, what better than to exploit exactly the privileged.
*********************
alright everyone! here I am... with the new AR fic as I claimed not very long ago you have to agree :) well, as AR as my AR fics ever get :D you all should know what i mean, i can never ignore the satellites when i focus on the planets (lame! i know, one of my geek buddies from college used to say this, remembering so much of that writing all of this :D)
the concept will explain itself better with the parts further on. For now, IIT-D is Indian Institute of Technology, Delhi, LSR is Lady Shri Ram, both colleges in Delhi, in my opinion very well known for their own best! LSR is all girls, IIT-D for most purposes is all boys (kidding! of course its co-educational, but engineering in general, as i said, is very boys dominated and IIT's are the hilt of that case... )
Many parts of this fic, none of which by the way is planned, I have no story line in mind nor any plans for what i want to do with it, but I know a lot here will be as real as it could get for me, to the extent of having been there done that... undergrad, engineering, fests... the extra-currics... and alot alot alot more... ive been meaning to get to something like it, after one of my best buddies from that time had a chat with me sometime around christmas last year... we sat talking for 3 hours, and i had decided then something this sort would come... that it comes so many months later, is well... only its best time to have come i reckon !!!
for some more clarifications, Romeo and Juliet is a famous track, first sung by Dire Straits, and later by groups like The Killers. Here's the link for all of you, for the original by DS. (i recommend you hear the song, at least once :)
[YOUTUBE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FaV3_jhjlU&feature=related[/YOUTUBE]
this is not the original video though, just fan made. .. the song is one of my personal favs cause we employed it one of the street plays, back in high school :D it always reminds me of the same :)
other than that, The Rendezvous, is the annual IIT-D fest, held usually in the months which herald the annual winter season, oct end-nov beginning. It is, as I stated, the biggest college fest of northern india till date, has been for a considerable time! most things i will mention in terms of locations/events and the likes will be real, if they are otheriwse, I wil but of course mention ...
and that now, has become a long speech. I put the point to rest. Looking forward to a response as warm as i always receive from all my readers, for this new fic. Of course, nothing i should ever promise as being just a short fic, i can never manage that... and for one where i have no idea of a track, i dont place any such dubious claims! just, looking forward to another wonderful writing experience on the forum!
love you all!
nj :)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
The stage was dark as a splash of black paint, the air of the open amphi was a rupture of applauding shrieks, waves of cheers broke following no trend. The crowd was undoubtedly electric, as was the ambiance created; it was inevitable.
"A love-struck Romeo... sings the streets a serenade..." A single voice sounded through the hi power amplifiers, the consequent surround sound was overwhelming and a hush fell over. "Laying everybody low... with a love song that he made... "
The melody flowed like a narrative being sung, each word evolved into its distinct note with no instruments to interfere.
"Finds a streetlight... " the first flash of a white spotlight hit a corner. The silhouette it shone upon was another black, the outline well defined. "Steps out of the shade... " The voice finally unmasked its person, a smart black hat went flying off the head from the tip of a finger to be lost into the silence of the front crowd.
"Says something like, 'You and me babe, how about it?'... "
The amorous emotion in the voice felt only natural, accompanied by a gesture to match it as a cape swirled and a bow of invite came with sheer elegance. The second spotlight revealed a beauty clad in a starlit white, which shimmered and sparkled under a similar bright, as the lady gasped and shied, then blushed. And all at once, the big displays around came to life, a guitar strummed, drum beats rolled and the keyboard tinkled through, the speakers surrounding the open air arena stage exploded into a medley of such variety, the live audience erupted like a horde into cat calls and whistles, some screaming sore in support, others simply swayed by the evening it was.
"Juliet says, "Hey, it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"
He's underneath the window, she's singing, "Hey la, my boyfriend's back.
You shouldn't come around here singing up to people like that...
Anyway, what you gonna do about it?"..."
The lady in white was a beauty indeed, every air about her spoke of glamor and grace, of petty frivolities which cause major heartbreaks; every bit of her look was a 'Juliet' coming alive. The cat calls were a volume at par with the mechanically enhanced volume of the band. And the screen shifted focus from her to the 'Romeo' in black, every movement of those lips molded into the lyrics that followed.
"Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start
And I bet when you exploded into my heart
And I forget I forget the movie song.
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?"
And as the whole stage finally shone under the multi-colored stage lights a whole dancing troupe came into view, the drama had only begun.
*********************
"Oi! Malik!"
Armaan turned a half circle around at the familiar call. His brow wrinkled in a searching look which finished in a smile as he shrugged making his way through the throngs, balancing the precious packets of pop corn he had procured after the life threatening situation of being suffocated to death.
"Dude! Where the hell have you been? Your side of the bet was buying pop corn, not growing corn in the fields waiting for it to reap before we can pop it for snacks."
"A perpetual insufferable mechanic, that's all you are Sumit. If that's humor, its caustic. And caustic, the bad way."
Armaan replied in no apparent hurry, handing the packets over, giving yet another fold to the steel gray sleeves leaving his arms bare up to elbows; as if in compensation he zipped half way up his chest the sleeveless jacket worn over the semi formal shirt. A tattoo peeked partially on one of the arms as he raised it to run a lazy hand through the unruly waft of hair, messing them a tad bit more.
"You can offer all your charming remedies once we get into the amphi, cause if we delay another second, Modi swears to not attend the 8 AM classes all of next week, the week after which are the internals, and if true to his claim he..."
"Sutte! Time to breathe!"
Armaan interrupted, and Sumit glared. It would take him forever to adjust with this particular tag. And well as Armaan knew him, he knew just when to use it, to remind him he was skinny like a cigarette, to irk him and shut him up. Of course, if he didn't use it for long, Sumit had every reason to worry about his friend's well being. Finally, Armaan looked satisfied with the folds of his sleeves, and with complete attention he asked.
"Alright, where are the guys?"
"Trying to be where they should be. Where the girls are." Armaan threw his head back and laughed.
"So its LSR next?"
"Its LSR on stage right now. And Modi is one unhappy man."
"I bet he is..." Armaan murmured shaking his head. Then throwing an arm around his friend he said, "Lets go before all there's left of him is smoke and ashes. I'd hate to play the philanthropist in relieving the world of his evil."
At this they both broke out laughing and walked ahead, the chat continuing, finding newer topics as they crossed interesting crowds on the way.
***********************
"The blasted fool! We sent him to fetch that loafer and now both of them are missing. WITH THE GOD DAMN ID'S."
"Relax man! I'm sure Sumit must have found him and they would be well on their way. Its not all their fault. Look at the crowd, its... "
"I WOULD look at the crowd, at least the part of it I should concern myself with, if those freaks show up. If I miss the LSR troupe on stage they've had it. And its already almost over."
"We're part of the organizers Abhimanyu. We can always get the DVD later."
"You don't understand do you? Its... its not the same. Can you watch a rose on TV and feel the fragrance?"
Atul kept quiet at that. Abhimanyu knew he had hit the point with his plant loving friend. It was not however, what he was dying to do that moment. With another impatient sigh he looked ahead for the sight of the two familiar faces.
Instead, his ears heard the crowd suddenly much louder than before, and then the voice of the MC. As both Atul and him turned their eyes towards the amphi which was some feet away behind them, they saw the high stage lights suddenly dark and the much dreaded announcement being made. With a sigh of annoyance this time, Abhi groaned. And cursed.
Atul watched him from the corner of his eye and rolled his eyes partly. Tonight would be yet another M-V-M night; Modi Vs Malik. There was no way, even in the hell after life, that the two of them could be best friends. However, they were. The kind who would lay their life for the other. Literally. Except, they were equally capable of taking each others lives over things as inconsequential as the morning tea.
********************
"Where did those two go? The awards are going to be announced in another five minutes now."
"On a date Anjie! Where else would Romeo and Juliet go?!" Muskaan said, moving in half a dance step to take Anjali's hand and twirl her to and fro. Anjali smiled, rolling her eyes.
"So?"
"So what! We're going to win, like we have all year round at every damn national fest."
"Precisely my point Muski. We will. And we have to go collect the trophy on stage." Muskaan blew at the curl which fell over her eye and smiled with a raised eye.
"Well tell them IIT guys, Rendezvous may be the best college fest in all of Northern India. But this LSR team is better than the best. They can wait for the winners!" Anjali looked like she would interrupt but Muskaan spoke before she could, "And we both know Anj, for girls, 'these' guys will wait."
And they both broke out giggling. Of course they would. IIT-D could be among the country's best Engineering colleges. Well ranked no less world wide for that matter. But it was that. Engineering, the girl-lacking field of study. And then, it was 'the IIT', girls, everyone knew, were the rarest of all living species on this one campus. In a spot of such importance, what better than to exploit exactly the privileged.
*********************
alright everyone! here I am... with the new AR fic as I claimed not very long ago you have to agree :) well, as AR as my AR fics ever get :D you all should know what i mean, i can never ignore the satellites when i focus on the planets (lame! i know, one of my geek buddies from college used to say this, remembering so much of that writing all of this :D)
the concept will explain itself better with the parts further on. For now, IIT-D is Indian Institute of Technology, Delhi, LSR is Lady Shri Ram, both colleges in Delhi, in my opinion very well known for their own best! LSR is all girls, IIT-D for most purposes is all boys (kidding! of course its co-educational, but engineering in general, as i said, is very boys dominated and IIT's are the hilt of that case... )
Many parts of this fic, none of which by the way is planned, I have no story line in mind nor any plans for what i want to do with it, but I know a lot here will be as real as it could get for me, to the extent of having been there done that... undergrad, engineering, fests... the extra-currics... and alot alot alot more... ive been meaning to get to something like it, after one of my best buddies from that time had a chat with me sometime around christmas last year... we sat talking for 3 hours, and i had decided then something this sort would come... that it comes so many months later, is well... only its best time to have come i reckon !!!
for some more clarifications, Romeo and Juliet is a famous track, first sung by Dire Straits, and later by groups like The Killers. Here's the link for all of you, for the original by DS. (i recommend you hear the song, at least once :)
[YOUTUBE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FaV3_jhjlU&feature=related[/YOUTUBE]
this is not the original video though, just fan made. .. the song is one of my personal favs cause we employed it one of the street plays, back in high school :D it always reminds me of the same :)
other than that, The Rendezvous, is the annual IIT-D fest, held usually in the months which herald the annual winter season, oct end-nov beginning. It is, as I stated, the biggest college fest of northern india till date, has been for a considerable time! most things i will mention in terms of locations/events and the likes will be real, if they are otheriwse, I wil but of course mention ...
and that now, has become a long speech. I put the point to rest. Looking forward to a response as warm as i always receive from all my readers, for this new fic. Of course, nothing i should ever promise as being just a short fic, i can never manage that... and for one where i have no idea of a track, i dont place any such dubious claims! just, looking forward to another wonderful writing experience on the forum!
love you all!
nj :)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
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