Today was the first day of our new module called "Transcreativity". This is a 5-day workshop in which we are exposed to all kinds of art-forms and we will be able to transcend creativity and become oneisallalldesignisone. It began with a lecture, followed by Karthak (?) which is a traditional story-telling Indian dance, lunch, a sharing session, and then a magic show. The magic show was hilarious because the Magician (whose real calling in life is as a Hindu priest - I think he's Hindu, but I'm not too sure, the lecturer just said priest so I am assuming alot, but bear with me) has this extremely comic demeanour about him which just cracks anyone up. His best has got to be the way he fixes his eye on you when you've said/done something which comes across as "acting smart". Oh I had so much fun deciphering his meaning from the Hindi he spoke, amazingly I actually manage to understand what he's going on about most of the time, Nuria didn't believe me, so I checked with the Indian student next to me and I hit it on the head (the gist of what the magician was saying, not the Indian student). Tomorrow we're having something else.
This evening I walked 2 rounds around the campus with Ritz (this girl in my group for Transcreativity) and making small talk. After that we had our Chinese New Year Day 1 feast, courtesy of the Mess Hall manager who decided that he'd make for us Murgh Makhani and set up a nice long table away from the other students on the teacher's side of the mess. The food was good.
Then it was badminton again, Leigh asked for support during her badminton deathmatch and I went. So it was Harshal, Bertie and me rooting/clapping for a distraught-looking Leigh on the court.
Chhota till 0130. Walked back, showered. Goodnight world.
P.S. we've got to do a bloody skit for the module. I hate acting. I'm terrible at it, and I hate watching bad acting even more than acting badly myself.
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