This time too, there's some serious drumming I can hear behind the closed door.
So I knock. Drums drown it out. Knock again, louder. Drowned out still. Bang with my fist. Kick the door. Rat-tat-tat with a set of keys. Yell through a tiny hole in the door. Pound again with my fists.
People in the cafeteria, just next door, are starting to turn their heads in wonder at the sight. It could hardly be every day that an aging alumnus turns up and starts screaming and pounding at a random door on campus. What's with these 25th-year reunion nutcases, I can see it written all over their faces.
Just as I think of giving up, just as the cafeteria people seem ready to call the dreaded Institute Authorities, the door opens. It's a slender young lady in her fourth year at BITS, Ambily Sivadas, who's standing there. She smiles radiantly up at me and goes right back to her seat at the drums. Picks up the sticks and resumes where she left off. Here by herself, nobody else in the Music Club, she's practicing the drums with energy and verve. Hours later, she will be on stage in the Auditorium, performing with a panache I would not have believed had I not seen it. Right now, she's practicing on her own for that splendid performance.
All through the trip back to this campus we love, we've been talking of, marvelling at, the changes here. Right here in the Music Club is one of those changes, young Ambily. A woman drummer? No disrespect to the lovely ladies of our class, but really, what a thought! And I tell you, she beats out one mean rhythm.
Helllll-ooooo BITS Pilani! I swear, you look better than you ever did.
(One of possibly a few vignettes about a trip about a hundred of us made back to our college, 25 years after we graduated).