I could yell my lungs out. The event is over and so I can screw it. Perfect.
Now, let me narrate to you something that happened about four years ago..
I had qualified for La Persona (conducted by Loyola School Trivandrum) finals. Unaware of the event requirements, I landed up on this stage in a navy-blue white (Kendriya Vidyalaya school uniform) salwar kameez, with my hair tightly tied in two plaits with (red) ribbons dangling from them.
The other contestents were well.. more prepared. I was asked to ramp walk. I simply had no idea how that was to be done. So I just walked on the ramp and smiled and waved at an audience I knew wanted to boo me down. Multiple rounds of pain followed.
At the end of it, I felt just as good as I had before. (Only) One thing hasn't changed in four years. My I-dont-give-a-damn-what-you-think attitude. But still :P :D
The organizer of that entire fest was a certain guy who was the then head boy of Loyola School.
And Today he was one of my six finalists in Funny Bone.
Aaah revenge!! ;)
Ther's bliss in knowing that I dont have to feel shit in my pants anymore inviting judges who are well.. funny.
