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21st March'24
The student association members from the PG department gathered in a spacious room filled with the soft hum of chatter and the occasional burst of laughter. Posters of past events adorned the walls, and a whiteboard at the front of the room listed the upcoming Holi festival as the main agenda.
At the head of the table, a tall, energetic student, Dr. Akshay from the department of orthopaedics, who seemed to be leading the discussion, began speaking. "Alright, team, Holi is around the corner, and we've got to make sure this one is unforgettable! Let's talk about the functions. We've already decided on the color splash event in the morning, but we need to finalize the rest."
Raghav, seated towards the middle, leaned back in his chair with a casual smile, his eyes bright with ideas. "What about a music night? Something where everyone can let loose after the day's celebrations. We could have a mix of traditional and modern music—maybe even a DJ battle to keep the energy high?"
A few heads nodded in agreement, and a couple of students scribbled notes.
Devrudra, sitting across from Raghav, chimed in, his tone relaxed but thoughtful. "That's a solid idea. But we should also think about adding something a bit more laid-back, like a cultural showcase or a storytelling session. Holi's not just about the colors; it's about the stories behind them too."
The room buzzed with agreement, and Akshay quickly added these to the agenda on the whiteboard.
Another member, Nisha, volunteering from the department of gynecology, raised her hand, looking slightly nervous. "What about food stalls? We could have traditional Holi sweets and snacks—like gujiya, thandai, and chaat. It would really add to the festive vibe."
Devrudra grinned. "You had me at gujiya. I think we're all on board with that."
Laughter echoed around the room, and the atmosphere became more relaxed as the ideas continued to flow. The group discussed logistics, with everyone contributing their thoughts. Raghav occasionally teased Devrudra about how he was more interested in the food than the events, earning a playful shove in return.
Devrudra smirked, leaning forward with his arms crossed. "Since Raghav's busy turning this into a rave, I'll take care of the cultural events. I've got a few ideas for the storytelling session—something that ties into the meaning of Holi. Plus, I know some people who'd be great for the cultural performances."
Nisha, sitting beside Devrudra, nodded enthusiastically. "I can help with the food stalls," she offered. "I know some local vendors who would love to be part of this. We can have a mix of traditional Holi treats and some fusion dishes for a modern twist."
As the responsibilities were divided, the group fell into a natural rhythm, with each member contributing their strengths. Discussions grew more detailed, focusing on logistics—stage setups, decorations, vendor placements, and timing for the different events.
