Wednesday, 18 March 2015

RUNG DIARIES-The last day in school.

 There is absolutely nothing i like better than a rung event. I'm writing this while in clean,dry pajamas, in bed, blogging from my phone which is something i really despise doing yet I loved today way too much to not sacrifice a little and blog tonight. For the past five years I have attended a rung, annually. Usually my best friend hosts it. This time the first rung of the year was for out last day in Bayview-it's a traditional last day event. I remember watching the waves and waves of seniors before me have their rung in the school basketball ground, with the dhol and the dancing and entering like bosses in the strangest of transport. Actually being DOWN there on the ground? Wow.

For those of you who don't know, rung is like non toxic temporary dye that is put into huge tubs and thrown/sprayed/squirted/poured onto the others like a huge, colourful water fight. We come out looking absolutely hideous after it but it's totally worth it. It also comes in powder form. The most memorable and used colours are pink and purple, although today we had buckets and buckets of pink, purple,yellow, green and blue. It was incredible. Our mode of transport was a hugeee truck, which we stood on and we screamed and sung on it all the way to school. We entered to just grab onto each others shoulders to start a LONNGGG train and kept yelling throughout. Then we got to the ground for the actual rung to start and it was the best thing ever. I had forgotten how much i loved these things, which honestly describe fun more than any proper dance, formal dress party ever can, for me at least. Oh, how i love rung. We danced like mad, attacked each other with rung, did the bhangra(a type of desi dance) to the dhol(drums) and a lot of tears were shed as well. We hugged and brought our beloved charismatic headmistress into the rung hugging her with our stained, well, our stained everything. In the end we got samosas(potato filled pastries) and drinks and that's what concluded our colourful, loud, amazing last day at school. Following traditions are good for the soul. And to think i was almost not going to attend it. Whatever you do, just show up. Show up show show up. Many times you'll have an absolutely sucky time, but out of those many days there WILL be days you will be glad to not have missed. ♡

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