The Phoenix with its ashes

Time was running like a mad horse and time was ripe for the annual management event, The Berchnova. Now, that was a real test for all of us as we were given separate tasks. We unanimously (?) elected the chairman for the event and in the daily night meetings in front of the college, the tasks were divided.
The guy with the specs was given the responsibility of making the Brochures and the other printing works. The one with green eyes was in charge of the kitchen and the local boy was given the guest relations. It looked like a play of puppets for us when our seniors did it but we came to understand how big the iceberg was, once we touched the tip.

We understood many things and the main thing we came across was that if we are taking this much stress for an event, what could be the mental dilemmas faced by our parents for grooming us to this level. We plead to all parents that please forgive us for our sins. Don’t leave them for a career because a career cannot bring back a lovable amma and a scared father, (of course he is scared of you and your future).
Everybody (we were 28) worked very hard, nights became days and we were cumulating the sand to make the mountain. We painted the toy cars with nail polish because we didn’t get any paint. We slept in railway platforms to cut short the expenses. We preserved the energy like a camel while we worked like a powerful horse. We complimented each other even though there was some noise during the playback.

The Brochures became ready within the stipulated time frame, we three worked like a single cohesive unit and thanks to the heavy wagon from Kannannur for her suggestions.
After the ‘world premier’ of the printing items, we explored the cities for hidden treasures. We booked the arena and we decorated it for the war. All suffered for making this event great, the chairman lost another inch in tension, the fair ones became tanned in the Jan sun, the decent changed to the nervous and soil was asking for the rain in the draught because of her committed hard work.

For we three also, the same happened: The heavier one was happy and the local boy was concerned because of one single reason, loss of weight. The guy with the specs changed his eye gear to a contact lens for better vision with a better power.

At last, the day came. All things went right in place and we cropped the filled paddy fields. Every one was tired but there was a smile round the corner of lips. Though the participants were less compared to the previous event, our feast was far ahead than the others.
Alas, the Phoenix rose to the air with its ashes in wings.

With this we covered the Indian and Arabian oceans, but the real curls of pacific and the trenches of Mariana are yet to come. For scooping to the depths, keep going with the strangers.