karcasm

okay. i just invented this word. super proud of it. yes it rhymes with two other words.okay, maybe more with one word than the other, but depends on how you look at it. so after sitting idle for nearly a month, gloating on my graduate status (not sure though), i finally took action, put a lot of thought into it and came up with it, behold..........."Karcasm". i know, the cheers wont die down, its deafening. okay, to the point now. a very scarring incident took place a few days back. 

one of my friends, who shall remain unnamed, finally convinced me to come to this art of living thing that he had been part of for the past few months.  he made it really easy for me, held it my own clubhouse, my own complex. having been called at 6, i promptly show up at 6 40. i find about 15 people sitting in this hall, and a lady, girl or whatever, in the grey area-female was talking to them. seemed to be recalling a personal incident or something. i located my friend and asked him bout the music show or "rock" show (fingers motion) that was promised. he said i should have a seat and that it will start pretty soon. i had a seat, more indian than western style, that is yoga style, minus shoes. and it starts.

trust me, it was absolutely like those tv evangelist who shout and make weird noises, sing and stuff, ofcourse minus weird noises. this guy shows up, humongous smile on his face (govinda would have blushed). he looks around, picks up a guitar (he was given an introduction,but not important), starts strumming and asks us to sing along. i did do some chorus, and didnt get the words at all. apparently that made us all feel better and open! and ROCK show over! 

cut to next guy. this one has the patented smile, and was in a talkative mood......

the rest, next, time, bored already......