RotoMUN!!

Picture: Courtesy Aditi!

I know it’s been a week since ROTOMUN happened and I guess I’m a little late with this but I did need some recuperating time! Well RotoMUN was QUITE eventful…

Ever been hit on by creepy Czechoslovakian delegates?!
Or watched in horror as a bottle of water emptied itself on top of your head?
Ever run away from fascist organisers who turn homicidal just because the only skirt you own happens to be denim?
Have you danced with 3 inch heels for around two hours?
Ever heard a glass-shattering rendition of the Burkina Faso National Anthem?
Ever heard of Burkina Faso?

Yes that was RotoMUN in all its *ahem* dignified glory. As you can see every one from the press/bench to the delegates were perfectly professional, prosaic and politely deferential. Well… most of the time we were….

As part of the Press I got to scare the delegates senseless… I realised I enjoy watching a person’s face contort in consternation when interrogated, their lips moving soundlessly, sometimes making incoherent sounds in a disastrous attempt to speak, their eyes bulging out in dread as they search for inspiration from the ceiling fans, their hands nervously ruffling through pages of research and then finally admitting defeat.

Okay… maybe I exaggerated a bit…. A tiny bit…
Anywho, I kind of derived this sadistic pleasure from watching these poor delegates break under scrutiny. I must have enjoyed my job a little too much as I was quite quickly deemed a bitch of unspeakable proportions. Wow, I can’t begin to describe how pleased I was.

Well that must sound odd. Why would I want to be known as a merciless tyrant?
Since most people consider me to be adorable/cuddly/lovable... worthy of being stuffed in a box and packaged as a stuffed animal… the intimidating/imperious side of me is usually shouted down. Hence, they tend to underestimate my inherent ruthlessness and barbaric need to induce suffering. Now, I can proudly state I’m SCARY!
Yaay me! *celebrates with a victory dance*

Of course, my newly established daunting reputation did not dissuade people from pinching my cheeks until they grew crimson and swollen to the point that the next day my face resembled a diseased half-mutant blowfish…

Arghh!!! Right, I just got insulted by an online quiz! It called me a CHICKEN?! And this test was supposed to determine my creativity quotient not which animal has a strange obsession with crossing roads! This means war! *grabs battle-axe, katana and camouflage gear*

Till Tomorrow
*yells battle cry and charges*