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SPIC MACAY International Convention 2013, IIM Kolkata- Part 2.

On the 5th and the last day of the convention, we were given a chance to perform whatever we had learnt on the stage. It was quite a thrilling moment for me, performing in front of so many people from all around. It turned out to be really good, and I felt satisfied that I'm taking back so much from the intensives.

      Before the performance, after settling down, taking the final guidance from our master.

 After all the performances were over, we were allowed to sleep for some time to prepare ourselves for the most awaited overnight concert. The concert commenced with Pt. Shivkumar Sharma on santoor at 8:00 pm. Various artists performed all night, making the concert melodious and enchanting. If you stay awake the whole night, you will realize that your concentration will be at the peak position, which is what happened with me. The time between 4:00 am and 6:00 am was the most soothing, as we heard Shri Venkatesh Kumar singing, giving the concert a sound finish. All the people came out of the auditorium in the morning relaxed and refreshed. Our train was at evening and before that, we roamed around Kolkata. We went to Victoria Memorial and I tried the famous fish of Bengal for the first time (it was yummy).

                                                        Victoria Memorial

 We finally bid farewell to Kolkata and came back from a divine experience, new friends and great memories.
                                                            Happy Moments :)

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