Web Diary Entries
The former Web Diary entries are presented below:
A jaundiced world
A forgotten experience of hospitalisation gathering dust in my harddisk is here presented. Read and learn for yourself.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead - a professional play
An impressionistic 'review' of the Tom Stoppard play directed by Trina Nileena Banerjee
Shakuntala - A David Dhawan flop-show
A review of 2003 JU Departmental play by Ananda Lal
Being a nikamma
For the first time in my life I am a pure and unmixed nikamma.
Company creates magic
Ram Gopal Varma's latest film Company is a gripping film depicting the real face of Mumbai underworld.
Wavering fortunes of Hotspring
The tale of a wavering infatuation with a classmate, which never says die.
Nightmarish encounter with Nosering
Encountering an infatuating girl in the arms of another man!
Cricket season comes to an end
After playing months and months of incessant cricket with a dedicated bunch, the season comes to an end, with thoughts of exams overhanging.
Winning the gold
I won a gold medal after many years. This time in the shot-put category in the annual sports day of Jadavpur University.
St. Valentine without Valentine
St. Valentine come and goes and the message remains undelivered
Calcutta book-fair 2002 - old wine in new bottle
Calcutta Book Fair 2002- the most awaited event in the city's intellectual calendar comes once again with its dust and smell of pulp
Sanskriti 2002- witnessing a spectacle
The Arts Faculty organised fest Sanskriti 2002 brings the much awaited choreography competition, with my heart-throb dancing 
My convocation at Jadavpur University
My graduation ceremony comes when I get the scroll. Unfortunately it goes without the fanfare one would expect in the West
One year of Virgin Endeavour
Virgin Endeavour, or Priyatu's World, completes one year of internet presence. Thoughts and nostalgia
For colored girls who have considered suicide, when the rainbow is not enuf
The JU English Department organised annual play
 

 

   
 

Sanskriti 2002- witnessing a spectacle

One short look at Sanskriti 2002, the Jadavpur University Arts Faculty organised annual college fest

The college fest (or University, or faculty fest) that is held at Jadavpur University is, perhaps, unlike any other. Unfortunately one cannot use words of high praise while describing this fest, which is rather unique for some unfortunate reasons. While in other college fests the student attendance increase, here at JU, it decreases. Reasons could be many, and my guesses would include:

  1. In Jadavpur University at least three fests are organised by the three faculties in the University - all of them called Sanskriti, by a peculiar Bengali chauvinism. Thus within the short span of about one month during the winter fest season we have three Sanskritis organised by the Engineering Faculty, the Science Faculty and the Arts Faculty. Needless to say that besieged by such profusion of festivals, the student loses interest and attachment in such events.

  2. The sense of belonging towards an institution that is evident in other places is miserably missing in this university.

  3. The events are held in such lacklustre fashion, and feeds upon such monotony of tradition and dull imagination, that the student cannot be held culprit if the events deny any temptation.

  4. Except for the Engineering Sanskriti, which receives rather heavy patronage from the corporate world, the events lack sponsorship and are thus dull events. The onus of attracting sponsorship lies, however, with the organisers.

  5. The event is held over a three-four day period. The interest is thus dissipated.

  6. This year the Sanskriti (organised by the Arts Faculty) has been staged at the Open Air Theatre (OAT) which is situated at the fag end of the campus. It loses out on patronage from the Engineering students who have their classrooms at the other end of the campus.

  7. In general the JU students are very unexcitable.

It wasn't surprising, therefore, that we found so little reason to disturb our daily routine at college, and introduce such a shoddy and lacklustre event as Sanskriti into our consciousness. However, I found reason enough to go the the OAT. This is the first time in my stay at the University that the fest had been organised at this spot, and naturally there was curiosity as to how it looks. But the real tempter was the Choreography competition. For as long as I have witnessed Sanskriti, I have always felt that the most popular event is the Choreography competition. One gets to see all the beautiful and talented girls of the university dancing on the stage, and if one remembers that all girls worth watching are in the Arts Faculty, then it becomes crystal clear why the event goes house full. 

For the last three years (if my memory does not deceive me) three girls from our class have been winning the event. Their dance had attained a very predictable feature, and one could guess extra-meritorial considerations coming into play- all the girls were popular, extremely vivacious, and beautiful. This year as well three girls came on the dance floor- the same winning combination, with one player being replaced. The introduction saw the incantation of an incomprehensible mantra which nobody could make a sense of (keep in mind, they were from the English Department), a feature which had been used the previous year as well. And then the surprise package- the very popular dance number Jiya Jale from the film Dil Se was played in Tamil, instead of in Hindi- God knows why! It would be inappropriate for me to comment anything upon the quality of the dance, but it was rather interesting for reason which cannot be specified here. And that one of them danced a lot better than the other two was more than perceptible. 

Honestly, the most enjoyable number was given by a group of seven guys from the Economics department. The best number was given by a male female duo who danced with the Bengali song 'Kono ek gayer bodhu'. But, as far as I am concerned, the most interesting number was given by the girls from our class. True, one of them stumbled at the fag end; true, they could not repeat the previous three years when they won the event, but they did well to step upon the stage. Perhaps participation is more important than winning, and more so when you don't have to prove anything, when you have already proved your credentials.

19 January, 2002
 

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