Whenever wherever, we're meant to be together!!

Date: 16th December
Venue: PDA park, Ansal plaza
Events: Semester Examinations; History of Journalism paper
Annual College Fest, Ullas

I chose Ansal Plaza’s PDA Park (not DDA...!) for two reasons. First, it’s close to my college and it takes 15 minutes to reach there. Second, it’s an ultimate peaceful place. Oh lord! I so much wish there were no waspish ‘touchy’ people in this universe. So, essentially, in spite of being an ultimately chillar park, I and my friend Aditi mutually decided on Ansal Plaza’s PDA Park to revise our hysterical History of Journalism notes. We acted intelligent for a simple reason that it was our annual college fest, a big event and so, the library was closed and the college was full of life and noise. So, Ansals was the only option around.

As we entered, there were guys and girls all over. Some were hiding behind the bushes, some under the trees. The trees and bushes were not that dense, so may be they didn’t know that their deeds were very much visible. Kisses and wild smooches are not a history there until the ones so intently involved, listen to a deliberate coughing (I proudly interrupted a couple today...!) get conscious and push the pause button. So, anyways, I and my friend proceeded.

While we were searching for a sunny place (my priority) to rest our bags and ourselves, we came across some more gross realities of humanness. I won’t go into much detail. After much ado and fuss we discovered an amazing place to STUDY; our sole motive of going there, I realized. We were to write a paper in the next 3 hrs. We separated then. I chose to sit and mug, whereas she walked around and revised.

A bull shaped guy in red sweater entered the park with his alleged girlfriend. He had a McDonalds burger in his hands and he already looked like a scarier version of a stuffed teddy 'bear'. His girlfriend looked proportionally malnourished. Both of them made postures. The boy slept on the grass. He was interrupted by a female security guard. He slept on his girlfriend’s lap. He was warned again. She slapped him with affection. He smoked. The guardess reiterated her warning, this time almost like a threat. There were signs of affection in the air. Guardess again. They left.

Phew….

We were studying, with our eyes open, obviously. It was cold outside, but very pleasant.

Not to forget others who were trying to catch attention. There was a horrific strain of Himesh Reshammiya with his equally sickening counterpart. Then there was a girl with two chaps; one, a mini Tere Naam and the other, a slimmer and lighter Akon with a hood. There was also a pink sweater busy reading newspaper and another guy waiting for someone. He left after sometime. I was observing everyone keenly along with studying James Silk Buckingham.

Meanwhile, the intensity of PDA’s increased in the vicinity. I ignored and carried on with the history. History was driving me crazy. The place was altogether peaceful with subtle blatancies. Three hours passed. I completed my notes, so did my friend and we left happily ever after.

Moral of the story:

Ø Ansal Plaza can be a second classroom. It teaches you complicacies of loving besides History of Journalism.

Ø Never go to Ansal Plaza on a date. Its tacky site is so irritating and unconceivable for a million reasons. For God's sake, there are better places on this Earth!

Ø Colleges should well manage their fests so that they don’t clash with exams.

Ø History of Journalism is weird.

PS:

PDA= Public Display of Affection

DDA= Delhi Development Authority

:p

Peace…