recap of the day

in the morning while waiting for rupali on the college lawns i was witness to a classic strategy for the submission of individual identity to that of a group. games are played where animals are imitated; where raunchy hindi film songs are sung (suddenly forgetting the rather lewd undercurrents in the lyrics) and grown men and women regress into childhoods. laugh and cry like children. the submission of adulthood (maturity, rationality) to the impetuousness of childhood (freedom, irresponsibility) is a tool to make one what are actually very varied. the group is stronger by sharing their moments of letting go of respectability. i was wondering what the left wing equivalent of this could be. what can make one what are essentially disparate- and rightfully so. a mascot or a martyr? or a song? not ‘hum honge kaamyaab.. or for that matter ‘blowing in the wind’.. any version of it. or ‘imagine’.. or..

afterwards went off to shemaroo to watch a new film that jabeen was editing. a twisted murder mystery set in a small town in rajasthan with abhay deol, gul panang and raima sen. interesting story and good to see a real small town on screen.

a real shocker today was amit and mayuris sudden appearance in mumbai. giving no warning to anyone they suddenly turned up at my doorstep in the morning only to find me gone to college. seeing them walk out of the building from across the lawn, i could not believe my eyes for a while. mukul and me went and had lunch at amits place after shemaroo. it was good to see them again. amit is looking good having lost some weight and mayuri is still looking lovely in spite of gaining some.