My roomie for four years Ms.MuTulls delivered another of her classics a few days back. And so it is obviously my duty to pen it down.
The discussion was something around arranged marriages. Roleplays by MuTulls, and Sabu.
Between the gibber I hear Sabu asking Ms.MuTulls how she would react when the suitable boys come browsing at her door.
To which her prompt reply was, "Why would they come, pay toh hum karte hain...choose karne bhi hum hi jaayenge" :)
Watch this space for more on the the queen, the Kayamat...we know as Mu ;)
Coming soon Mu Diaries!
As a smart bear once said...
"If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you." - Winnie the Pooh :)
B2k3
This one's for the four wonderful years together, cheers to B2k3! :)
One name, many hues. 110 odd students, each with a different story to tell. This is the story of B2k3, where bhasad was a religion duly practiced; its spirit and unity unmatched...when challenged they fought as one.
The year was 2003, when we first met...newbies fresh out of school, slightly rattled , rearing to go, wary of each other...starting out on a new journey together.
On our way there were the add-ons and the plug-ins: the sutta and the daaru, the trips to Trips, H 'n' D and Samrat, the early mornings in the village, the Hasty Tasty rituals, the disappointing finals, the AOC and CS nightouts, the 9-12 shows, the thefts from the canteen by our master con artists, the “special” hindi lessons to the southies, the “one-night stands” before the exams, the YM and Orkut cult, the birthday “bashes”, the strife between PAM entertainments and ALAN productions, the MBA vs BTech war, S Ray’s obsession with attendance and punctuality, AV’s fudged-up “sumanis”, Rahul Mishra ki “yaar”i, the Jogesh Korkodam episodes, the CMB-Babulal-Siddiqui first year trio….
And a glimpse at a few of the main leads who made our under-grad time all the more interesting! Sid's special philosophy lessons for anyone and everyone (un)willing to lend a ear; the preaching’s of Pag Floyd; Pandey's antics; our dear Sir John; Shilpi’s walk; Bhavish's Maggie; Parai’s padhai; Venkat and TC’s exceptional wit; Shah's infinite PJ capacity; N Sid's expert view on anything and everything; Rajani's guts; Pal's drama; Appy's emotional speeches once drunk; VKMeena’s sincerity; AshuNan’s logic bombs; CK's Pawan Kalyan fixation; Manaj the mimic; Suchi’s Frooti; Rocket’s ceaseless laughs; Lashkar's mysterious source of enthu; Nag Baba's trademark red jacket and black trackpants; Ramya’s split personality; the Don’s majestic presence; Nahata’s naivety; Robo’s ever-extending deadlines; Bhaiya’s awesome rote prowess; Body’s football fan-following; the tall-taller-tallest cricket team; Baya’s on-court meditation ... that and many more, all special in their own way.
We gave the college its first open Tech fest, the Trinetra Webcasting Service, a couple of national and international prizes, a few patents, an excellent bakar culture...and well that’s it!
Four years down the line some are achievers, some wastrels; there were the go-getters and there were the back-benchers; the prof's pets and the rogues; the hard workers and the lazy-lumps; the bakar crowd and the zealous junta; the movers and the shakers....but we go out of our alma mater together, our heads held high... to conquer the world, to carve out a niche of our own!
This is the culmination of our years of togetherness, co-existence, rivalry, intimacy, communion, merriment, hard work…it all finally comes to an end.
Its time for the adios and the ciaos! But we say good-bye till we meet again in another world; in another place...but the B2k3 spirit will always remain!
[This has been written for our yearbook and contains inputs from CK, Phodu and Vikram. Thanks guys! :) ]
One name, many hues. 110 odd students, each with a different story to tell. This is the story of B2k3, where bhasad was a religion duly practiced; its spirit and unity unmatched...when challenged they fought as one.
The year was 2003, when we first met...newbies fresh out of school, slightly rattled , rearing to go, wary of each other...starting out on a new journey together.
On our way there were the add-ons and the plug-ins: the sutta and the daaru, the trips to Trips, H 'n' D and Samrat, the early mornings in the village, the Hasty Tasty rituals, the disappointing finals, the AOC and CS nightouts, the 9-12 shows, the thefts from the canteen by our master con artists, the “special” hindi lessons to the southies, the “one-night stands” before the exams, the YM and Orkut cult, the birthday “bashes”, the strife between PAM entertainments and ALAN productions, the MBA vs BTech war, S Ray’s obsession with attendance and punctuality, AV’s fudged-up “sumanis”, Rahul Mishra ki “yaar”i, the Jogesh Korkodam episodes, the CMB-Babulal-Siddiqui first year trio….
And a glimpse at a few of the main leads who made our under-grad time all the more interesting! Sid's special philosophy lessons for anyone and everyone (un)willing to lend a ear; the preaching’s of Pag Floyd; Pandey's antics; our dear Sir John; Shilpi’s walk; Bhavish's Maggie; Parai’s padhai; Venkat and TC’s exceptional wit; Shah's infinite PJ capacity; N Sid's expert view on anything and everything; Rajani's guts; Pal's drama; Appy's emotional speeches once drunk; VKMeena’s sincerity; AshuNan’s logic bombs; CK's Pawan Kalyan fixation; Manaj the mimic; Suchi’s Frooti; Rocket’s ceaseless laughs; Lashkar's mysterious source of enthu; Nag Baba's trademark red jacket and black trackpants; Ramya’s split personality; the Don’s majestic presence; Nahata’s naivety; Robo’s ever-extending deadlines; Bhaiya’s awesome rote prowess; Body’s football fan-following; the tall-taller-tallest cricket team; Baya’s on-court meditation ... that and many more, all special in their own way.
We gave the college its first open Tech fest, the Trinetra Webcasting Service, a couple of national and international prizes, a few patents, an excellent bakar culture...and well that’s it!
Four years down the line some are achievers, some wastrels; there were the go-getters and there were the back-benchers; the prof's pets and the rogues; the hard workers and the lazy-lumps; the bakar crowd and the zealous junta; the movers and the shakers....but we go out of our alma mater together, our heads held high... to conquer the world, to carve out a niche of our own!
This is the culmination of our years of togetherness, co-existence, rivalry, intimacy, communion, merriment, hard work…it all finally comes to an end.
Its time for the adios and the ciaos! But we say good-bye till we meet again in another world; in another place...but the B2k3 spirit will always remain!
[This has been written for our yearbook and contains inputs from CK, Phodu and Vikram. Thanks guys! :) ]
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