VIT MUN - Part 2

Finally the day arrived (was forcefully reminded of the “suit up” by Barney ) and so I went to the DISEC(the council I am in) hall. As soon as I entered the hall I realized how small and inconspicuous can one go even with shining boots and neat suits. The aura around me screamed of law colleges, NIT’s, NUS, and several experienced participants who seemed as sure of themselves as T Rajendar is, except they do have the talent. All through the meeting I managed to keep myself from NOT getting embarrassed a great feat according to me.

               

 But once I got used to all the proceedings I kinda started to actually enjoy it. For people who don’t know how an MUN goes - there are some rules like you got to raise your country cards if you wanna take a leak or go out for personal stuff. (worst case you may not be given permission to go!).  There was a ‘Point of Entertainment’ where apparently one can do whatever one wants and they do mean it when they said ‘whatever’. Delegates went berserk and started dancing and singing. For a guy like me where the thought of dancing is only in movies(or in my own room) I was slightly intimidated by how soon random dance couples started forming in the hall. :P

             

   Mexico would have been reasonably proud of my performance.  I didn’t embarrass her nor made situation difficult for her. Mexico by the end of the day was as it was before the start. NON-EXISTENT ;P. (in spite of some valiant attempts from my side to start some moderated caucuses). If my country didn’t make a difference then Bala’s committee by itself didn’t make any difference on him ;). My friend’s council (IMF )I learnt was superbly mundane. Shilpa had a few remarkable experiences of her own getting caught late out of girls hostel ( I dunno why they have one seeing most are roaming with one or more boys all the time!) and running along with us to catch a train( the train stops only for 3 mins at our station which we knew 2 mins after it stopped) on our return journey. Her picture perfect life was threatened its perfect-ness in these few days of affiliation with us :P.  (But still she managed to to get away with a prize!! )

                

All in all it was a wonderful experience, thanks to Bala I now could see how small a world I have been living in. Thanks to my parents who believed me as soon as I said I am really into this MUN thingy. What I thought would be a chilled out IV kind of trip turned out to be one of the most useful and wonderful experiences in my life.

VIT MUN - Part 1

Everything seems to be so chilled out now. I stop my bike to enjoy the occasional rain droplets, I no longer grumble when someone pushes his/her way in front of me while in a queue, I even find time to delete the unused files and icons from my PC ;). Things are going just fine and I wanted to gear it up a little and then my mobile vibrated. It was Bala (ma iskool pal) on the other end asking if I am interested in participating in VIT Model United Nations. 

            Now guys while his intention and thoughts were full and undivided for the MUN experience only, mine stopped responding to any sound after the word VIT. My mind drew images of random chicks at their best ‘dress code’ there and I immediately grabbed the opportunity. ;) I, Bala and Shilpa (another brainy friend of mine) set about to VIT with each of us having a will of our own. We reached there a day before MUN.

            We were greeted by a wonderful campus. Especially to us PSG-ians who are used to seeing every inch of habitable land covered by crude buildings, this campus with its plush greenery added with scantily clad girls were a real treat! Purpose served I happily went to my allocated room but found it to be a dorm with around 30 participants dumped like in a zoo. Hospitality sucked with little or no security for our stuff so we were forced to carry our stuff hanging around the neck like a porter, every time we made a try on some good looking girl. :P You could imagine our chances.

            We took a few photographs, ogled at all the girls (I don’t discriminate any) around, admired the infrastructure, chatted our way and enjoyed the food. Shilpa returned to her hostel, I and Bala returned to ours and tucked in early to be fresh for tomorrow.