Four Years Later

After much contemplation, I went to Pune this past weekend for my convocation ceremony. And well, I did everything except get the degree. Don't ask why. It should suffice to know that systems fail in a lot of places.

I flew via Bombay and experienced the city at leisure for the first time. Had always rushed there - be it for flights or interviews. Robin took me to a place called Candies. A nice place, except that I could not help but notice the number of stairs I had to climb.

The evening in Pune was split between Sheesha and Stone Water Grill. Both these places are quite popular with the locals, but I could never get myself to like Sheesha. Starting with the name, it's all too ordinary and less. But Stone Water Grill I enjoyed. Did the much overdue tequila shots and danced till my foot could not handle more. The highlight was a routine with some Korean guys with a robot dance. You really had to be there to know how much fun that was because it was really really fun!! :D

Met a few people that I was looking forward to see, and looked through some whom I really do not give a damn about.

About the new hairdo, from rockstar to power corporate to school boy to downright uncool, I got all sorts of comments. Attention is always good. And you know which comment I loved the most. :D

And a stranger got curious about how I look with longer hair. ;-)

I was glad to half-strip at the Delhi airport security check because of the metal round my leg, and Mumbai airport security I wanted to slap someone for the non-sense they put me through. :-/

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I am now off to Uttarakhand for a week. Covering almost the entire Kumaon area for an official project. Super excited!

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Now I do not even care about getting pictures clicked with people who are important. Not sure if that is because they are not important enough any more or if it really does not affect me any more. But I have definitely come a long long way from the time when I obsessed about these things.

I will hopefully click some pictures over the next week though.

I'll do the new year post once I am back. Looking forward to the reflection hour. :-)

For now, ta!

What the Heck!

I will go back to being numb and blah another day. Today I have six types of desserts in my refrigerator, the radio is playing my all-time favourite songs one after the other, this is my 500th post on this blog, I have decided to chop off some more hair, I have also decided to make some effort to improve my signature, AND an oldie and I made each other very happy. So, here's something that ought to be here.

Three Rs that made me happy...
Robin
It took me very long to feel comfortable around him. But it has been great getting to know him. Like I have mentioned earlier, it has been incredible working with him. More than that, it used to be fun just taaaalking all the time. And the fact that we hated each other every morning because he liked being animated first thing in the morning and I could not stand noise and bullshit at that hour now makes it funny in retrospect.

"So jaaaaa, Robin!"

Ranjan
I cannot describe what a delight it is to have this boy around! The only encouragement during terrible losses at the badminton court (:P), the happiest hugs on campus, endless animated conversations (not in the mornings), a whole lot of positivity, and the best of smiles always came from him and never ever failed to make me happier.
"Teraaaa hone laga hoon!"

Ruhi

She has taken care of me and given me space in just the right amount at all times. She used to save me food (!), keep her door open for me through the night, willingly accompany me to the city for oddest things, fill me in with a lot of SIBM gossip, and took off from the last party of the batch just to give me company on the hilltop.

The two Ss without whom I felt my life was incomplete...

Swetha

She was the brightness, the happiness, and the madness with whom I weaved a lot of unforgettable experiences.

Sahil

In his company I never realised how I changed from being who I used to be to what I am today.

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The six desserts: Homemade firni, ras malai, homemade gulab jamun, a plum cake, a creamy chocolate cake, and chocolates. :D :D

Nostalgia, eh?

Over the past two weeks I have had the word 'miss' flash on my Facebook and Gtalk a gazillion times. People are expressing the sentiment about college getting over via their status updates and new photo albums. Me, something somewhere has died. Or maybe I am too busy feeling other emotions to have space for that sentiment. God knows!

But hardly a week out of college, and I have a point to associate the 'miss' word with too. The marketing classes, what else! I just finished watching Lessons in Marketing on CNBC TV18, a show where the top 12 B-schools of India fight it out in front of some of the best in the industry, for the best of rewards. It was nothing different from sitting in marketing classes back in college - analysing each recommendation that the presenting team makes, having an opinion of our own for everything, and actually feeling every single bit of the total process!

People on the show today might have been from the best schools in India, but I saw for myself that they are nothing different or better than some of us who do not qualify to be in the same league because of some stupid reasons, luck for one. They did not seem to have studied anything different from what we did, and their ideas were nothing out of the world either. It was exactly the same as I experienced over the past two years - some absolutely brilliant ideas, and some that were laughable. Nothing different. Just a matter of a tag.

And while as of today nothing seems to be working in my favour, I know I will even it out in the years to come. And the gods of marketing management and marketing research, Dr. V.V.R. Sastry and Dr. Prantosh Banerjee respectively, will remain just what they are! Them, and their classes, I miss.

P.S. - In the post written on March 17th, there was a horrible typo that was pointed out by a friend. I am still not over it. Did not want to change it there 'coz it would have then flashed on your readers again. But yes, it was not 'heals'. I meant 'heels'.

Thanks! :)

Residential Campus II

# Sit through empty nights of silence

# Hear sobs and cries in the dark of the night from different corners of the hostel

# Watch people unwillingly eat alone

# Witness politics, backstabbing, and bitching

# Be part of the community that clings to their phone at the end of the day 'coz it equals solace

# Give up on fight against the system, fight to continue relationships, and the fight to maintain good health

# Stay logged in to Gtalk 24x7

Things you could only do on a residential campus

# Never bother about sourcing a software, movie, or a music album - LAN comes after GOD

# Eat off someone's plate without asking

# Scream until an insect gets scared and leaves the room

# Have metal, punjabi pop, and bollywood music play simultaneously within a distance of 50 metres

# Begin your last game of badminton for the day at 11:50 pm

# Go uninvited to someone's place at 2:30 am

# Immerse yourself in a multitude of opinions and hit the delete button 50 times in one night

# Borrow and lend clothes, shoes, bags, books, CDs, laptops, jewellery, and more knowing you can barge into the person's room and take it all back even if they do not return it on their own

# Food is not borrowed. You only beg for it.

# Have raw maggi with tastemaker

# Have maggi mixed with hot water, instead of cooking in it

# Watch movies a night before a test and faff through 90 minutes of exam time

# Never ever get tired of talking about food

# Stay awake for a total of 30 minutes between getting up from your bed and reaching your seat in class

# Witness 'relationships' which are null and void outside of campus since there are respective boyfriends/girlfriends living elsewhere in the world

# Have friends for family

# Get free makeovers

# Run off with someone's umbrella and not be labelled a thief

# Get thrills out of keeping your bathroom cleaner than others' (just a personal thing :P)

# Do retarded things round the clock and find company for mad imaginations at all times

# Do better with group studies even after a lifetime of quiet studying

You're welcome to add to this list. I am sure there are many more such exclusive things. :-)

Do It Right!

This post is here because Gati, the express cargo delivery company has left me highly impressed with its services. I was a little apprehensive, but still sent home most of my belongings via Gati because lugging it all even on train would not have been a good idea.

Because of a group deal, they came to our away-from-civilisation hill to pick up the stuff, handled everything professionally, and promised a speedy delivery. While all that was a basic minimum that you expect from a service provider like that, what impressed me was the way in which they kept me informed about the movement of my stuff. Every few hours I received an sms from them telling me how the luggage has moved from one part of Pune to another, to how it has departed from Pune, and when it arrived in Delhi, and finally about the final delivery. The time mentioned in each sms was to the second. And when I tracked it on their website, I noticed that the sms was sent within 10 minutes of the luggage reaching a particular destination. The whole experience has actually left me in awe of them! And quite an economical deal, may I add. Testimony to that is a classmate's status message that reads - "103 kgs for for only Rs 1466, quite happy I say! :-)"

Very impressive!

Window View

While I lay sprawled on my bed with the laptop sitting in front, an unconscious gaze out the window with a half-drawn curtain made for the most beautiful moment of the day. I am not sure if that was for the previous day, or for the day that was to begin, but the 5:00 am moon with an orange hue was most mesmerising for sure.

Something similar to this, but a lot higher up in the sky...

PS - I am glad I did not choose to live in a golf course-view room even in the second year when there was a choice. The sun and moon taking turns to visit my door and window, both have been totally worth the two years in this room.

Threesome

If there was another thing which I believe I would never have done if not here in Pune, it was last night's experience.

Some incident in the recent past made the illegal dhabas at the foot of our hill a little inaccessible. So now one needs to walk down the hill, exit the campus, and enter that area from the other side. About 2 kms, we estimated. Quite clearly, the walk down is a lot easier than climbing back up. So, as part of their marketing strategy, the owners there offer to send people up in their own vehicles. While the guy at Shree sends his Scorpio, Silver Spoons has an economical motorcycle that takes several rounds for each group of customers.

My loyalties have always been with Shree because it was the first of the three dhabas that exist now, but last night we went to Silver Spoons because some friends have started liking it a lot more because of the better ambience. And while coming back, I got to ride pillion along with Debanjana. Yes, along with her. Two pillions. We were tripling!! It was absolutely insane! Deb was in the middle, and I was sitting behind her. The damn bike did not have anything to hold on to in the back, so I had to hold on to her tiny shoulder. I can tell you those 5-10 minutes felt extremely funny. And scary too because first we rode on kachcha road and then the guy was speeding while climbing the hill. I could have died.

'Aye Ladki!'

So! The party I mentioned in the previous post. It was supposed to be a pseudo farewell for us. Half the people were not attending, and I too went only because I felt like partying and for no other reason. Of course, I also had to wear that dress which had been in my cupboard for over six months.

Bad lunch at the mess translated into uncontrollable hunger in the evening. So, in order to get some good food, a couple of us decided to get dressed quickly and leave for the city earlier than everyone else. Swetha, Ruhi and I took the college 6:30 pm bus out, and went to Tertulia at Koregaon Park. Oh, before that, Ruhi made me wear fat shoes with massive heals just because she thought that I have to have a perfect-looking pair of shoes to go with the dress. Quite obviously the shoes started killing my toes within 10 minutes. But we played along because anyway I was having a good hair day as well. :P

We realised that we are too frikkin' used to being treated like shit and being at the receiving end of crap - we asked a waiter at the empty restaurant if it was ok to sit at the nicest table in there! :-| My mood undercurrent has been 'blah' for the longest time now, and yesterday it was a little more than usual. I had gone because I did not want to sit in my room and sulk more. Without a plan in mind, and without much of an interest in thinking, I let Ruhi and Swetha decide what I should have. So first we ordered a mojito for me. The girls ordered their respective drinks too, and we had the yummest mushroom and potato starters as well. Swetha had been wanting to drink for a few days now, so she had made sure she ordered a strong, hard drink. As expected, she became 'happy' too soon. After the main course I felt like drinking some more. While I loved the mojito and the mint in it, I wanted to try something new. I let that feeling completely take over because something like that almost never happens with me. The two of them suggested again, and this time I had a green apple martini. It was strong, and it was absolutely yummm! I could not savour it for as long as I would have liked to because we were getting slightly late for our partay! :P So I gulped it down, and on the way to The One I waved to some random men walking on the street. :D



The place looked pretty decent. The music was very Bollywood-ish, and it felt good to be there. The loud music added to the happiness.
Automatically started dancing, hugged people around, and felt the need for some more drinking. Looked around at the bar, think I tried thinking, saw Jack Daniels, remembered people raving about it, and ordered it. It was also pretty yumm. I think the first real drink that I liked the taste of. Old Monk's all right, but only when there is limited choice. I anyway do not like what it does to my stomach. So I danced more, hugged more people, felt some pity for my dying toes, drank more, and made little conversations here and there too. Pretty high by then, standing near the bar, I told a batchmate that one of the bartenders was kinda cute. He was a small guy with the cutest smile! Next thing I know, Ronnie called that guy and told him to dance with me! I was surprised, but totally game for it! So I asked him too. His smile at that point was to die for. He was clearly not one of the many shady men that you find in these places. After a lot of convincing, he and his manager thought that ten minutes would really not harm anybody. And so I danced an innocent dance with him. :) Asif, from Hyderabad, asked me where I was from. Dilli just does not get you a flattering response from anyone outside of Dilli, I guess. But, whatever. He was too cute to really opine any nasty thought. He was polite and sweet, and went back to work in a few minutes. I went kinda berserk thinking about how I did something which was far, far, faaaar from the typical me. :D
With the little money left, I bought a last drink (obvious Old Monk this time), danced to the last tracks of the night, let my self respect fight the fight in my head, and then sat quietly while people felt something to the effect of nostalgia and related stuff. I had only one thought in my mind, and it was far from pleasant. Don't think I even felt the people sitting around me.

We had decided that we would not go back to campus at midnight, and had therefore booked a cab to be able to stay out on the road, in the city. We figured with time that we wanted to drive out towards Wai, a place I had thought of visiting some time last year. While we waited for the cab, Vrinda puked, Priyam talked some stupid stuff, Ruhi chatted up some weird pseudo-French guy who wanted to tag along with us, and I, well, I lost the fight. But as Ruhi confirmed that she did not intend to give the French gentleman any action, we decided to tell him that we were just going back home and not anywhere else. He gave everybody a peck on both cheeks, and decided that I interact with too many Europeans because I know how to do it well. I did not understand where the art in it lies, and he convinced us that he was the randomest thing of the night when he said 'Switzerland' to the question, 'where in France are you from?'. And while we were dealing with him, we were also getting scared of the police vans which were ready to take us along because the city was apparently on high alert and we were not supposed to be out on the street waiting for our god-damned cab which had been two minutes away for the longest time.

We had thought that we would city at a Cafe Coffee Day for some time, and then take the highway because Wai is hardly a 90-minute drive away. But the cab driver convinced us that we would find some place to sit even on the highway, and the decision to believe him turned out to be a wrong one. We'll see how.

The drive was super-smooth. Sitting in the back of the Tavera, I sang along every single song that played on the radio, and was it fun or what?! This time 'dil hai ki maanta nahi', and 'kaise katega har pal' became the trip songs. I was happy we finally managed to drive out of the city after a night party - like I had been wanting to since the first semester. I realised it could really be the last of its kind. And I was glad that my monthly travel resolution for the year is going good so far.

We stopped at a dhaba at around 2:15 am. Managed hot rotis with bhurji, and chai & coffee too. We were only a couple of minutes away from Wai then. And all we had planned for that tiny, little place was a sunrise view anyway. So we decided to drive further down to Panchgani. It would have taken at least another hour. Mapro hoardings, Falero advertisements, and the feel of the entire road made everyone superbly excited. But we reached the Table Point of Panchgani at 3:45 am and then wondered what to do. There was no point driving up to Mahabaleshwar because that was also hardly 15 or so more minutes away. So we just locked the car, and sat. Vrinda was not well, so she went quiet. Robin got unbelievably sleepy and cranky, so he passed vitriolic sarcasm every time someone said something. Ruhi and I were tired too, so decided to stay quiet. But Priyam and Swetha were too uncomfortable in the backseat to be quiet. So they talked loudly, sang, and made lots of inappropriate jokes. After all, the sunrise was more than two hours away.

I was glad that Ridhima and Sahil were not around because they would so not have taken this shit! Sitting in pitch dark in a car, scared of an imaginary 'hammer man', listening to Marathi devotional songs was not really anybody's idea of fun, but thankfully nobody was a spoilsport. Time passed slowly, but the crack of dawn was totally worth every single useless minute spent there. The chill in the air was too much to handle, but we stepped out nonetheless. Absorbing the sense of being there, making quiet small talk, and listening to the birds around was blissful. Robin did not let anybody use the wilderness for nature's call in peace, because his, 'aye ladki, kya kar rahi hai' from a distance in his mallu-mixed-with-gujju accent made us laugh too much to do anything else.



Right when we were about to move, we realised the rear left tyre had given up on our weight. But we got moving in a few minutes, drove through more scenic views, and reached Wai real quick. I was not dressed for a visit to a Ganpati temple on the new year, and therefore stayed in the car with Priyam while everyone else went in. I was glad we never did a Wai trip because there was absolutely nothing to do or even see there. Although according to Hindu mythology, five holy rivers – Koyna, Krishna, Savitri, Venna and Gayatri - meet there. But if you saw that place, you would know what I mean.

It was 10 am by the time we reached campus. The sense of still being jobless came rushing back, and I crashed for a couple of hours on my divine bed.

Trivial Evolution

I lent out three pieces of clothing for a party that even I am attending. I! The casual dresser.
Make way, people! Times are changing! :P

The Blunt Knife

The luxury of tears that flow,
the luxury of people who notice,
the luxury of family that books tickets for home,
and the luxury of little, material love over and above the unspoken.

Head Rush

Over the past one week of inertia, there were a zillion things-to-do that got lined up for attention. Among those, one of the most important was the stock of fruits that I had not replenished for two weeks. Yes, I am a proud buyer and consumer of expensive but happy, healthy fruits. There's this father-son miyan duo on F.C. Road that I often make the purchase from. Their USP? They give fruits in recycled paper carry-bags. Others, depending upon the location, either wrap them in newspapers or hand them over in those fancy brown paper bags. Yep, Pune is pretty serious about plastic bags. [And here I admit a good thing about the city! :D]
Anyway, let's not digress. Fruit shops make me happy. Bigger the shop, happier I am. No, not Reliance Fresh kinda bigger. The bigger, local ones that are nicely stocked are the ones that I am talking about. So I stand in the middle of all the fruits, and they call out to me hoping I'll take them home. Alas, there are only so many I can buy in one go. Moreover, my preference basket usually has room for only 3-4 categories. Soft pears and cheekus always make the cut. They make my tummy soooo happy!! :D Even though I love apples, I have stopped buying them because they make me unbelievably hungry and there is never a good time to do that to myself because I am hungry all the time any which way! :-/
So, today, along with pears and cheekus, I chose to buy a watermelon. I know having a watermelon is a family activity. And now that I am back to spending some more time with friends in the hostel, I decided in favour of the little watermelon. And then what happened! Senior miyan mentioned mangoes. I went berserk. Rs. 1600 for a box of mangoes. But before I could give him the look, he made me smell them. And I swear to god it was the best feeling I have had since the day I saw my mom, last! So I nicely asked him how much he would charge for one mango. He quoted Rs 150. With a lot of courage, I got to keeping that one mango down. He told me I could pay whatever I want to for it, but should take it along. But I suck at that kind of bargains. So I kept insisting that I cannot afford it as a student, and he kept lowering the price. I made a genuine bargain. He gave it to me for Rs 50. And I brought it home!!!! You know from which budget I paid for it? The one I had for the flowers I was waiting to buy for myself post the V-Day madness. But this time I happily gave up on them. Mango!!!
While having it I could smell all the summer afternoons spent at home. Thank god my mom, dad, and bro never used to be home. Today I didn't feel weird eating alone thanks to the training I got at home.

The happiness Fs of my life help keep that one degree of sanity that I can positively claim.
Family
Friends
Fuchsia
Flickr
Flowers and
Fruits

I remembered that my initial months here were very comfortable. I was detached, sane, and sorted. I stayed happy. And then lots of Fs of lots of factors effed my happiness. Of course, I will be taking full responsibility for all of them. Don't worry, I am not blaming you.
But I liked being sane, man! I liked not giving a fuck about getting too close to people. Doing it one-hundred-percent sucks! And letting them in in your zone sucks more.

Oh, by the way, remember my superhot boss from WWW? He is marrying the girl he was dating in office. I saw their pictures on Facebook and started smiling along just watching their smiles! I hope they stay blessed.

Now I will go. Just had to talk about the mango. :D


P.S. - Photography also begins with an F!

:-/

The friend who kept me warm
the sleep that kept me sane
they have started dating
and I am jealous.

We're a Brand

This is about each of those times, over the past two years, that Sahil, Robin and I have genuinely sat together to work on an assignment. The times when we don't think of just completing work for the sake of it. The times when 99.9% of the times the rest of our 'group' goes missing or does not work or does not like the way we work. Oh, the most important case - the times when we choose to work ourselves than redo what others do. Yes, we're snobs.

The trends...
# We think. Add your exclamation marks and add an exponent of your liking to the key word.
# We often go on a wrong track, or a track that is actually the service lane before it strikes one of us what is really needed!
# Then there's no stopping us. We know every minute detail that there is, plus a lot of extra information.
# And my favourite part - we go slow! I SO cannot work in a haphazard manner. I love these two for thinking out each word, each comma, and each frikkin' space before we put it in. There isn't anything in our work that does not have logic behind it. There's never a suggestion without a how-to of it. There's never the easiest route taken.
# CCP is never our foundation.
# We do neat work.
# Profanities are found in abudance between the three of us. After all, they're the ones who taught me all the Hindi stuff. But please note, we never use them for each other. Ever. It's always for people we know, brands we think we know, and strategies we think are stupid. We're extremely civil with each other when working. The only time when that happens. I don't throw tantrums, Robin doesn't PMS, and Sahil plain behaves.

In the end, as a spectator you may or may not be able to appreciate the work, or see how much effort has gone into it, but we're the most satisfied lot that there is. Not because of any sort of indifference, but because we know there's no better way of doing what is asked of us.

I am going to miss working with them. These all-nighters are in my list of top five take-aways from this place. For sure!


P.S. - I know that one sentence sounds annoyingly inaccurate.

The Smile-Flashing Night

Thanks to a highly corny mood and corny music...

Bijli to girti rehti hai,
deewane to roz paida hote hain,
tumne kaun sa teer maara
agar tumhein pyaar hua!

:P

Monarchy of My Mind

I slept so late last night that I ended up missing the flag hoisting on campus, and later lunch at a friend's home.

It was a standard day spent alone in the room - first the loop, then some job hunt, some almonds, more of the loop, more sleep, and more of the loop. Then I stepped out for some time in the evening for food, and was soon back to my laptop, music, and non-sense.

I know I have been rather inactive on my Flickr page, but the fact that my pro account subscription expired earlier in the month was killing me. So finally I got off the idea of living with it for a few more months and called my brother to renew it for me. Cheap, but happiness!!!!!

I also watched the new 'phir mile sur mera tumhara' videos. Few things...
1. Why did the makers try so hard to mix everything?
2. I could not figure why the music could not be arranged better.
3. What the fuck happened to Deepika Padukone in it?!
4. If there were Shahid Kapur and Ranbir Kapoor, why wasn't Abhay Deol there?
5. How did Sachin Tendulkar go missing!
6. I liked seeing Amaan Ali, Ayaan Ali, Rahul Sharma, and Anoushka Shankar in it.
7. But really, why so much of Bollywood?
8. The grandeur they tried to show was missing.

Bottomline: it did not give me goosebumps like the original one did!

I went to youtube to look for the old one right after watching this, and ALL the latest comments on the video indicated the exact same sentiment of wanting to watch it after going through over 16 minutes of randomness.

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My constantly changing status messages on Gtalk today:
I need a job.xlsx
For it's a file that is always open on my system now.

'Kutte bhi bechare hi pasand aate hain!'
My universal love for vulnerability

Welcome back to the pro world, baby!!! :D
For the Flickr Pro account I mentioned

In loving memory of the original 5!
It was a year ago that I broke the '5' key on my keypad

That's all for tonight. See you soon. Tada!!

Experience of a Lifetime

Here on campus we have a culture of screening movies in the auditorium every week. They range from award-winning work to popular stuff from across the globe. As you may expect, the popular stuff always has a bigger audience (including me).

This week's movie was Andaz Apna Apna. Social media got exploited in the best form - what with people's status messages on Facebook buzzing and the college intranet having constant updates too.

The auditorium regularly sees full occupancy because of random mandatory seminars. Seminars through which we nicely sleep. But the movie experience is different. The last time I saw madness there was during the screening of Dev D.

But last night...
The auditorium was almost full. People got packs of chips to eat through the screening. We had early dinner to ensure that we're there on time. Usually screenings begin at 10 p.m., but Hindi movies begin earlier because the hostel deadline of midnight needs to be factored in.

Aamir Khan's entry on the bicycle, Juhi Chawla's adaayein, Salman Khan's 'uyi ma', Aamir's 'hayi la', Crime Master Gogo's ghagra, just the name Bhalla, Teja's 'humara Bajaj', and almost every single scene with the audience delivering the dialogues in chorus, had us all in splits!
We sang along throughout. Be it 'do mastane chale zindagi banane', or 'ye raat aur ye doori', people knew every word with every sound effect!!

Karisma Kapoor's wardrobe was also a unique laughter point in itself. Phew!

This white thing even had pockets! :D :D

I don't remember a movie experience as crazy as this one! And I am sure nothing in future could beat it either. Some things are never to be missed. I am so glad I went for this one! :-)

I Might Miss This Hill

The other night I was sitting in a quiet corner with friends, talking about the soon-to-become-common topic of discussion - how things will be when we finish college. I looked up towards the sky, not in thought, but only to give my neck some relief, when I saw a shooting star in the far distance.
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Just when I thought that dreamy things had ceased to exist.

Hissing Through

If we have a pretty valley view and the most beautiful sunsets here on campus, we also have these guys...

Venomous Russel's Viper - one of the 'most dangerous snakes in all of Asia'!

Photo courtesy: Manu Bhadane, an ace photographer of my batch here.

So much for intruding into their space!!

The Black That Kills

It was a picturesque shore
The boat was pretty too
I had perfect company
Never knew rowing could be so much fun.

It's a quiet island
It does not have the things movies talk of
Silence keeps me company
While I stand alone, stranded.