All quiet on the western front

This post was long overdue, but some how i resisted the tempatation on the pretext of sounding overtly sentimental. As this academic year draws to a close, i have to close the chapter of another job i was entrusted by my peers and seniors , and perhaps look back in satisfaction at a job well done. A successful Freshers , the burden of a workshop and then the annuals.Looking back at the score of events, I believe the society has lived upto its best potential this year. Leaving all the rest it has been the Annuals which has left me in a state of daze, a sense of numbness from which i think, i am yet to recover. A lot of history is associated and perhaps penning down all of those thoughts in here could leave my readers confused. So lets get back to the main crux.
22nd April , morning 8 o clock , enroute to the mess for my breakfast just before an endsem paper, i find one of the walls a fresh issue of Schols avenue. My eye falls on a familiar photograph , as i quote
"No officially printed script.
22 days of practice
No single Director
a panorama spanning over 5 plays
17 handpicked songs sung by none other than the members
12.5 feet by 17.5 feet backdrop
29 members on cast out of which 7 were final years
A total of 53 members on the production"

When we had decided on " Brecht er khoje " for this annuals , i had never thought it would be such a huge affair. It was all Shaurya's idea , because even after the initial boost, we felt for this play none of us felt equipped enough to harness a production of this magnitude. Even Load Ghosh was left thinking twice as we sheepishly concluded that this was way beyond our league and we should look for other alternatives. But it all boiled down to one statement shaurya made " Nangto da there are no issues .. we will do it "
that was it ... one phone call to load and everything was decided, it would be a tribute to Brecht for our final show of the year.
The next 22 days left me with a variety of emotions at the end of each day especially those last 5 days in which the 6 of us maaroed continous night outs.
At the end of the production a strange feeling crept inside me . Everytime I had stepped up on stage i had this desire to out do myself , out perform myself with every performance. This time however it was different . Captain Nemo's words at the end of the Nautilus's journey came into my mind " Almighty God Enough ! Enough ! . " This was the best performance i had witnessed . Those smiles so evidently beaming on the faces of the cast was proof enough. Strangely i had no desire to outdo this performance. Let it remain the best , the best of everything that i have ever been a part of. Perhaps i can never step up on stage with the same zeal and motivation that i had done on so many earlier times .
So while the baton is passed to others and they scale the new heights which they ever so deserve , i think is prudent for me to just fade away to the wings ; whilst the others grab the centerstage ; basking under the glory of something that was so special to me .
For those of you who were with me , who made it possible, who contributed in every single way , a thank you would perhaps demean our efforts. I only wish you all had felt the same euphoria which i felt.