PGP11 works hard and parties harder!!

They were 69. And all of them had one single responsibility for the evening: Bring out the party animal in PGP 11. The PGP11 bash, thrown for the batch by all the committee members, started as soon as the first bus left for the venue at 6 in the evening. The thirty kilometers to Kadavu resort, our venue for the evening, were spent singing, dancing to and enjoying some of the best Tamil and Malayalam songs (that the bus driver had). Excitement was in the air as our bus rolled into the resort.

Set quaintly along a river, Kadavu is quite a beautiful place. The vast expanse of space and beautiful traditional architecture didn’t really have the calming effect that it normally would. The junies were raring to swing and even the fruit punch (which looked unbelievably like Absinthe!) and toothsome starters couldn’t stop them from getting onto the floor. [The place was too big to qualify as a dance floor, it was ‘a lot of floor’ where you could dance, walk, eat or run a half marathon...]













With D (Deepak Oram for the uninitiated) taking over as the DJ, the music went popular, the lights went off, the crowd went crazy, and the entire floor went dance. Our big little family resort was now neither family, nor resort. The heady mix of amazing music, Saturday night relief and green fruit punch resulted in some remarkable performances on the floor. Some of these have been caught on camera but some others are etched in time.













Dinner followed the dance extravaganza, and it was pan-Indian and yummy. The music and the green fruit punch kept flowing in the meanwhile.

The crowd started to dwindle at about 10:30 in the evening as the first set of buses drove off back to the campus. As the night progressed, a ‘deep thought and philosophy’ group began to emerge – true to traditions of occasions such as this. Deep contemplation and debate went on till midnight, when it was time for the last bus, and culminated with some Bappi-da numbers from the golden 80’s.

It certainly wasn’t the first party of the season, the Mess party took that honour, but it was certainly an extremely memorable one - Something that the batch of 2009 won’t forget in a hurry.