Not having a photogenic face, i have a natural aversion to being captured on film. Plus add to it the visceral hatred (is this comin too strong too soon?) for few of my batchmates i was not too intent on capturing to preserve this period of my life i am intent on forgetting.
But pleading, advice, coercion, and friends prevailed. So it was decided to report there in the hostel gallery(another place i detest more than anything, do not ask why) at 3 noon.
We Indians have this unique code of punctuality that defies any possible explanation of punctuality. While i was counting on that, my innocent friends believed that the photo shot would have got over. And the time was yet to be 3. Seeing my reluctance to move, they short of dragging me out, did everything possible and succeed in gettin me ready(for those of you who know me would marvel at this).
How could there be a photo session without a debate on dress. That has thankfully never been a problem for me seeing how i once wore a pink shirt and a green pant. To see guys squabble over a shirt is new to me. Atlast we were ready, after another idea of applying perfume(perfume? For a photo?).
Atlast we started. And in the way we met 2 guys who were just tired to walk the distance (can not blame them seeing how the sun has decided to torment us earlier and more this year). So we reached the destined spot and lo! Behold a phenomenon!
The girls had assembled! Flashback over a year when we had to wait for half an hour for the girls. I will confess, i felt bad for underestimating the girls. Then myself and my friend went back to fetch the 2 guys. Cos though i might not be too interested, i certainly did not want them to miss out on this occasion.
Fast forwarding the wait for a couple of people who have made tardiness their middle name, we reached the moment. I managed to half hide myself behind a pillar, well away from the duo i love and hate.
So how long would a photo take? Turns out the photographers (who certainly did not inspire any confidence in me) had something a bit more prolonged in mind. What with an obnoxious group cracking irritating jokes(please spare me God, which was greatly enjoy by the girls and drew heavy laughter)and having to sit on broken pieces of brandy bottles(someone had been celebrating in style it would seem) i was more than ready to bolt.
After innumerable encores, we were finally done.
And today we get the sample result. Thank God my face is as blurred in the photo as it is in some peoples mind.
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