my friend gorai and i decided we would diligently attend every movie at the european film festival. in reality, me and him spent the first day checking out chicks and using the restroom, RESPECTIVELY. i mean, not ALL the time, but there's only so much interest you can show towards the FTII staff trying their best at speaking english during the welcoming ceremony, with varying degrees of failure, i daresay. at least i could listen to my player. no nick drake, though. only metal could make itself heard over the din in the auditorium. and if I've ever seen aatels, that was at the FTII. fake hippies, fake semi-punks-semi-nothings-almost-eunuchs. And a variety of other sad excuses for humanity, mostly FTII students in this case, all trying to stand out of the crowd, but due to their glaringly obvious attempts at it, becoming the crowd. DUH. seriously, and people call us bongs aatel.
the only good thing about the opening ceremony was probably mohan agashe. sharp, witty, twinkling eyes and brilliantly veiled sracasm....it was very plain why laalmohan babu's cup had started shaking while taking tea when faced with agashe.
gorai insisted on using the restroom everyday. i know it didn't stink and was rather clean, but still, it was a bit too much. but the movies, thankfully, were worth their weight in gold. and since gorai, in exchange of the passes i had procured took me to ftii and saw me back to my mess the whole week made the whole thing worth it. he leaves pune in maybe a few more weeks. this probably sounds mushy but i'l probably miss him after a while,....
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