The next days..

Alright.. I'm not taking leave anymore after Google told me absenteeism "can" be a psychological problem that can be calculated with something called The Brandford Factor.. along with some mathematical crap..Whoa!! Google does seem to have an explanation for everything!

The next two days, we had a workshop on 'Theater arts and behavioral therapy'. The T.A part was came out to be good.. I'm not talking about the latter. ;) We were asked to wear loose fitting clothes instead of our favourite comfy tees. To make things even creepier, there was a hovering rumor about the instructor coming straightaway from some forest. Honestly, we were kinda confused. The prog started off with a formal speech (the usual) and I was made to sit in the front row, along with the teachers. I got 'em back for that by messing with one of the instructors handy-cam (Unintentionally, honestly!). Now it kept rolling and capturing the antique red curtains behind the stage for another half an hour before someone noticed. And thankfully, my I-dunno-what's-going-on look seemed to work!

Workshop was fun. Every bit! Contrary to our beliefs(uh, maybe just mine), we didn't have anything to do with life in forests. The ice breaking session, much to general surprise, turned out to be Craaawling on floor..!! But, this was the best ice breaker I've ever had! (Hmm..made a mental note to try this again in near future).

The next day was to boost our face-the-stage confidence.Aha! A challenge! Setting: Colonial period. I was a British soldier(er.. maybe slightly over-tanned Englishman). We were doing stills in snapshots. It all went well for the first four shots. I died gracefully on shot4, dropping dead. Scene 5: I got up again, ready to shoot! Oops.. I forgot I was dead! Okay, I ended up as a giggling corpse!

To conclude, the instructor recorded it all in the newly-fixed handy cam and we all have our fingers crossed to have another look at our disastrous deeds!