The next story I'm gonna tell you is not funny. In fact, it's the opposite of funny. It is ynnuf.

But first, a recap. Last November, we'd organized our own college festival called Cutting Chai. The festival was a relatively big success. More so because we managed to put it up in exactly 1 month.

We were low on volunteers since November is the time when most people in our college feel that being an equivalent of human feaces topped with the puss of Kylie Minogues butt pimple, is a great idea.

Nobody really took any interest in the festival. Naturally, a lot of burden fell on the core team. So, we'd decided that on the day of the festivals, we would be handling the most important activities - Compering events, Supervising security, handling sponsors, Handling scores and eating free Baskin Robins icecream.

Everything uptil the 3rd day went great. The final event, the street dance, was kickass. Everybody was excited about the results. There was tension since there was close competition between the top 3 colleges. It was nerve-wrecking typical college festival stuff.

While everybody was enjoying the dance, the core committee was busy upstairs in the BMM Dept, handing the final scoresheets along with the prizes and certificates.

The dance event ended. Everybody was heading into the auditorium. The only thing left now was the prize distribution.

My walky buzzed. It was my co-ordinator.

CO: Tanmay, where the hell are you?
Tanmay: I'm upstairs. Almost done. Just a few names and tallying left.
CO: It's been 10 minutes. Everybody is waiting. People are getting impatient.
Tanmay: I know, I'm sorry, I'm doing it as fast as I can.
CO: Everything has gone very well so far. I beg of you, don't ruin it right now. I don't want anybody to leave the audi. I'll hold you responsible if you mess anything up.
Tanmay: Uhhhh... Okay... I'll see you in 5.

*hair drop silence*

Everybody in the department was staring at the Walky Talky. We had 5 minutes and about 6 more event tallying and certificate making to go. A process which would have taken us at exactly 5 more minutes.

The walky buzzed again. It was one of the volunteers telling me that people were really excited to know the results.

5 seconds later, the walky buzzed again. This time, it was another volunteer echoing the first one.

We had to hurry. Calculators were out. Pens were drawn. It was time to get going... when out of nowhere, the lights go out.

If there was ever a good time to yell out an expletive which roughly means the act of having sexual intercourse, it would be right now.

I looked out of the window to see if our floor was the only one to be hit by this stupid black out. Turns out, it was.

Walky buzzed again.

Somebody: "Tanmay, where the f*ck are you!"
Tanmay: *Insert the aforementioned expletive which roughly means the act of having sexual intercourse here*

I couldn't see a thing. There were 5 others with me in the room, I couldn't see THEM too. I couldn't see the pen in my own hand. It was so dark.

We were running out of time. By now, we were 2 minutes down. The walky was having a sound wave orgasm of it's own. Buzzing like two humping flies. We had to hurry.

The next thing I know, there were 5 sources of light pointing towards the score sheet. Everybody in the room had taken out their cellephones, almost like saying "C'mon, we've got your back covered. Now quit taking tension and move!"

Pens were drawn again. Scores were tallied. We were good to go. And just like that, we'd overcome another obstacle, as tiny as it maybe, through teamwork.

And that my friends is number 3 on the list of ten random memories I'm going to share with you about my last 3 years at BMM.