Stupendously Sublime

Today as we were sitting together and wondering how the last year blew by, the finality of the  moment was starting to sink in. In the house that i have started to call home, there will be no longer a long haired pillock, sunk lazily into the bean bag, holding 1 device or the other. There will be no one to say "Ek aur"at 2:30 am at night. There will be no one to run errands, pick people up, score, bring different people into our lives and generally provide interesting stories and events. Today, a brother leaves for home, amidst a change that will be forever with him. Bangalore was what it was, because of him and its gonna be sad without him. But change is good, changing for the better is great, but changing for the better and remembering where you came from is the best. Pranav is a brother to me, usually annoying, at times Nalayak, part encyclopedia of useless knowledge and for whom the company of brothers was more important than girls. Now, before he starts to get a big h...

Exactly what i said in the title is something that i have come to believe in very strongly, life is a TV series and everyone has episodes, assuming that i'm the main protagonist of my life (this fact could still be argued), i have seen many seasons: Modern School Arc Drop Year Arc JUIT arc Post JUIT arc MHROD arc And these arcs were made of episodes, amazing, stupid, gracious, embarrassing, triumphant, destructive and many many more. What I will say here is end of a couple of episodes from the MHROD arc, and these were, lets say, season defining for me. Episode: Kava goes Dutch Circa March 2012, The first monumental episode came to an end, a recurrent theme in my life, a constant source of fun, Kava left for the netherlands and with him left my Noida destination, where i have spent the best part of my 3 years post JUIT. As i drove away from IGI that night, at 2:15, all i could think was damn, ab noida kaise jaoonga, and its true, haven't been to noida since. ...

This is the article i wrote for my college yearbook "Alvida" and it was so long that i had to cut it short but here is the full version and as one end is another beginning so why don't i start with an end and signify a beginning, so here goes . This title has been stolen, thank you very much. My purpose for writing this article is very convoluted and vague, be sure it will not be a tribute to my 4 years in college and surely it won’t be a glorified remembrance of what happened and what our future’s hold. I’m sure that many will attempt and will write on this subject in this very magazine. Trust me; I don’t think any less of their work just because I don’t write about it. Hmmmm, now to the subject matter, I ripped off this title because I think it is very apt for our time here at JUIT or at least for those who don’t have a special one with them, because I believe that our time here is a memory, a memory as short and transient as a grain of sand that the wind has blown with...