Tussi Ja Rahe Ho...

It started at the JLT.

"I'm basically from..."

And we wondered how you guys found the word 'basically' amusing - every single time. Sitting in bunches, "introducing ourselves", singing, dancing, doing what not. The gyaan-rain. The folklores of the Gangoes and the Kakanis. The booze on the terrace. The SIC. Vasudha. Shivi Gupta. The B-nite. (link)

The de-JLT-fication. The dunking. The committees. You never skipped an opportunity to screw our asses. And we loved it!

Ratanjee. No comments! Juniors' nite. Bodhi Tree. Badde. :)

The SIP. One of the most memorable experiences, for all the bad reasons except the discovery of some of the most rocking of you seniors. All we needed then was a shoulder and a pair of ears so that we could just vent ourselves out. And you did more than that. You stayed with us throughout. You gave us rays of hope every morning through the Cactus-Tree's wake-up calls. And you stayed with us till the very rays got lost in the hustle-bustle. And there you were the next morn again!

We returned the favour next. We saw the suits, we saw the smiles and we saw the other side. (Treats pending though - that would always remain so I guess)

The Seniors' Nite. The nakhre. The bouncer-giri. The awards.

The elective gyaan. The placement gyaan. The committee gyaan. The general gyaan.

And then came the great leveller. The XL-IIMC meet. That was unity against a common foe. Rubbing shoulders and holding hands. Our voices in chorus hurling the same expletives - Ek Do Teen Chaar...

Nothing can ever describe this feeling.

We'll miss you!