This isn't something close to my heart. I like to think and say that Saarang 2001 was a perfect show, even if it be only to silence the IITB guys singing to the heavens about Mood-i. But it must be known; the list of things that our hearts do not cry for more of, (our sponsors should be happy they RG'ed their rivals onto that list) at least so I am starved of this assignment next year.

Many a lit-freak among us was terribly disappointed with the hour-or-longer delays to the start of most events. The prelims of the quizzes, in particular, were at best unprofessionally handled, with the audios and visuals being juggled between the Ph/Ch LTs. The biggest crib of course, would have to be the unceremonious shortening of the Main Quiz Finals. And we thought Wee Willie Winkie wanted only kids asleep by eight 'o' clock!

Others I find hard to put into a logically bound paragraph:

- Water nowhere, therefore not a drop to drink (most freshies though, would leave the saying unaltered!)
- Aha! The Coke was what all the water went into! (Good for me - Fanta was fine)
- Not enough chairs around the Banyan tree/ Informals Stage
- Terrible seating arrangements for the movies
- NO JUKEBOX!
- The queues inside the OAT, for the grub coupons and the stalls
- Arjun Dasgupta's question during Mr.&Ms. Saarang, though she somewhat deserved it!

And finally, Mr.&Ms. Saarang, rather Ms. Saarang. Mahita Whatever: Darling of her friends (it was her 'modesty' that showered upon us the long list of virtues her friends see in her), Jumbo's personal favourite (if ever Jumbo could better insult himself). We must give her the credit though, for showing us how, if not why, the chicken crossed the road!

And yeah, what hit us the hardest? A slot the next day!