Kalashatvam is finally over.
Thank god.

Am beyond exhausted.
And I didn't even feel anything before or after the performance. Maybe because it was all of two minutes long.
The hugging was all mechanical for me, and no squealing on my part. Thank god because it's -so- unprofessional to exit the stage after curtain call and immediately start squealing extremely loudly. Not to be anal or killjoy or anything, but it's sort of annoying.
The whole SAT thing was so shitty.. I really would have liked to have been in more dances. It would've been much better.
And Nazis will be Nazis --- not fun. But for a few much-loved people.
Indians are such strange beings.