The debate continues.
‘Look. The festival village has to be close enough for it to not become a bothersome walk. You know what I’m saying, right? You can’t ask people to walk a mile just to get to a restaurant. Then again, you can’t have the village very close either. People are going to sleep in those damn tents. You’ve got to give them that quiet – that kind of peace’.
They walk to the other side, again. Batman hasn’t made up
his mind yet. He isn’t entirely convinced with the current scheme of things.
‘We are playing around with too much flat land, dude. That’s
not gonna work. We haven’t promised people a plateau. We’ve promised them a bed
of dunes.’
He does have a point. There’s no doubt about that. Yet I am
not too sure if they can afford to make changes as they go. Time is paramount
here. And there’s not much left to play around with.
The indecision is gradually getting to my head.
Meanwhile, it goes on. Batman looks around like a hungry
scavenger, running his eyes everywhere, trying to find the most composite
design structure for the festival. He looks haggard already. This thing is
going to take a lot out of him.
‘We need to integrate everything – dunes, shrubs, flat lands
– everything as one collective unit. It should look compact and enormous at the
same time.’
I wonder if he is thinking a little too much, trying too hard
to please too many people.
It’s not just him, I soon find out. Kaptaan joins in the
debate right after. He has been awfully quiet today.
‘Look. The festival village has to be close enough for it to not become a bothersome walk. You know what I’m saying, right? You can’t ask people to walk a mile just to get to a restaurant. Then again, you can’t have the village very close either. People are going to sleep in those damn tents. You’ve got to give them that quiet – that kind of peace’.
It’s going nowhere. They have now gathered everyone around
on a little water tank. I fear for this to turn into a giant conference of
gibberish.
They take their charts and pencils out. Batman and Kaptaan
draw strange lines and patterns even as the rest of us – Sheriff, the deputies,
Back and I look on in amusement. They mark key elements next. Frankly, it looks
too easy to be true.
‘This is great. I think it comes together just fine. What do
you think’?
I indulge in a chuckle. They can’t be serious.
I give the chart a passing glance. Somehow, it looks
cohesive and neat. I still can’t quite believe it, though. Almost 20 hours of
wandering around like a lunatic on crack, yet barely minutes to design it all?
That just can’t be true.
Yes, it is. It’s unbelievably seamless. These nutjobs have
cracked a miracle just walking around. No wonder they have fancier names than
us.
The debate ends.
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