I M Possible Love :-/

       This is something more than a blog. I have to write it down because as the life goes on, such precious moments come along once a lifetime. I tend to think of myself as being a complex person. People mostly say that they cant understand another person. I beg to differ as I say I cant understand myself. For any of the problems associated with me, I had a lame excuse to fall back upon: Single Child Syndrome. One of the most complex issues in my life would be a  topic called as Love. I could never distinguish between Love and Infatuation for a long part of my life. I do try to resolve the issues in  my life just as the snake sheds its skin, but unfortunately a new skin grows back to be shed again :(..

       Anyways this topic wasnt meant for describing me; it was meant to be written about the ONE I dont know when I fell in love recently; hell I even wonder did that actually happen? But somewhere along the lines, I knew I was loving her. Without me realizing it myself, feelings started blossoming. I knew it was a mire and so I must be careful with my next step...but as they say, the "Blind" feature of love made me tread forward.

     I knew I loved to be close to her, I knew my heart would pound with excitement and eagerness as we would chat, be it on the Google talk or when we met. But the "Kambaqth" part of it was my weakness not to express it. As most of my friends would say, I lacked the "Balls" to go forward which maybe true to some extent. But maybe I was driven by the thought of failure and the One thing which I fear the most: her friendship. I have come under pressure from my friends who have told me to go down the track and hit a six which is a metaphor for "jaake bol de seedha, dosti ko pyaar mei convert kar". I wish life was this simple, but constant thoughts at such advices have led me to realise the lives of both of us getting affected. It shouldnt end as a travesty such that when I walk past her house, I would be thinking " It would ve been different if I had handled it some other way...". As I write this blog, my heart is convinced that I am in love with her but my mind being more realistic knows that there is a slim chance of me getting a similar response from her. What would happen in the future, no one knows. But am I capable of changing it, maybe yes. Probably I could never say; I never had the guts to say so. I have her fragrance close to me, atleast the cologne which she uses :P . As of now, all I can hope is she finds a close and dear friend in me as that is what I crave for than anything right now.

For me, love in my life has been like a diode: its one way (forward bias); if there were to be a reverse bias there would be a Avalanche breakdown (..LOL). Had it been like a switch/bridge, it would be learning the relationships and establishing connection for life :-)

For once...pls

For once let me go back in the time ...

and see the place where I was born..

and see the faces of my parents and grandpies when I was born..

and see myself lying near my mom as she proudly stares at me..

and see myself facing the people near n dear to me, without the knowledge who they are..

just for once...

For once let me go back in time..

when I used to travel to places on my parents and grandpies arms..

when I didnt know the things around me, yet would smile..

to see the simple lifestyles of the people I know..

when bell-bottom pants were still in fashion..

just for once..

For once let me go back in time..

when advertisements used to be poetic..

when Doordarshan ruled the television world..

and see myself as the child playing innocently with other children..

to see those glorious childhood days of mine..

just for once..

For once let me go back in those times..

when Science was called Environmental Studies..

when I struggled with English and Mathematics..

when it was fun to learn History and Geography..

when I got my first award in school..

just for once..

For once let me go back in time..

to see how I enjoyed my school summer vacations..

to see how I disliked rains and school during rains..

to see my reactions on results day..

when it mattered getting th First rank..

just for once..

For once let me go back in time..

to see my first day in jr. college..

to that glorious day when I made my parents proud..

to see the happiness which shook my family..

some happy moments during my Jr. College days..

oh, just for once..

For once let me go back in time..(This is the biggest one)

to those glorious days of my Engg college..

to see those days when assignments were completed at light's speed as well as snail's speed..

to see how I met my friends..

to see those days when we wondered how our vivas would go..

to see how we used to prepare for our exams..

to see how close we were with our pals n gals..

to see how much I struggled in trains en route to Engg college..

to see how the guys n gals enjoyed visiting all the places we had been to..

to see ALL those Mafia games which played-hahaha..

to play cricket wherever we found space and time..

to see the days of "chaapofying" and "bunking"..

to see the placement offering companies in our college..

to see the LAST day of our Engg days..

Oh, just for once.....

pls God :)

Odysseys...

Stars Trekking in KJS...Captain's Blog

I am beginning this blog post just like the Star Trek series as Captain Kirk says"Captains log dated XYZ...", I am absolutely thrilled to be writing a BLOG(also a log...hehehe) about the time, we Somaiyites used to travel to almost any place without a second thought, once the idea was broughtup. As time passes on, I feel it compulsive to write down the trips to all the places I can be reminded of, just in case when some among us might feel nostalgic and can look back into the days of Engg where an itinerary would bring out the light-hearted nature of almost everybody, and sometimes the dark side too...

Captains (B)log dated 2004: The Century Rayon/Birla Mandir trip--> This was technically the FIRST trip without a 'group' being formed. This was purely an EXTC group, div B (dunno why A was omitted) and no diplomats(diploma students). I think it was Shahad or Vithalwadi, but I do remember the group being headed by Mrs Lisha Sudeep aka Vinod Kumar s favorite madam and the great Nagori himself (who appeared meek in those times). The trip was a good one and most people liked the manufacturing techniques of rayon n synthetics...After the visit to CR, we decided to go to the nearby Birla mandir (3rd sem being diff, many actually prayed with their heart). We did have some good quality time there also, and overall, this trip was a successful one. This was because most of us were alien to others having been in diff divisions during FE. It was this trip throught which we gotto mingle with each other.By the end of the day, we were quite tired but it was a memorable day in the glorious history of KJS

Captains (B)log dated 2005: The great Galore to BanGalore--> Well after the Birla trip, most of us got busy with our mundane business of studying n chilling out and hence the thought of a TRIP just slipped out. It wasnt until the end of the dreaded SEM V(.....ouch!!) that we began the counter for the trips for the future. First of all lemme make it clear..It wasnt a trip, it was an IV(Industrial Visit)....atleast for namesake. I hadnt set my mind on the goin somewhere, as I wasnt too much of a "staying away from from" kinda guy, but eventually I was convinced. We packed our bags, leaving behind the thoughts of the dreaded exams and embarked upon a week of enjoyment n relaxation. We boarded the chalukya express to Bangalore at evening 9.30 pm so as to facilitate ourselves to reach Bangalore by night and go for the IV the other day. The trip was a good one...we finally manipulated our scattered seasts to adjacent ones...We were in TE and also accompanied by the then BE EXTC(Mahindroo, Tambe, Sumi & Co.). This trip has a special place in our history cos its from here (return train trip to Mumbai), that we all succumbed to a fatal game(or disease) called Mafia, a disease from which we never recovered...An addiction to one of the perfect games to play in groups, we took the game to our heart n owned it forever. For lighter moments, Vinod Kumar Yadav comes into the scene when he accidently (always an accident FYI) dropped hot tea onto the seat where Phadke was seated and boy, it was a hot, fuming ass alright....fuming with tea steam that is. But light hearted Ameya never makes a meal of such small (or large) things happening to him in life...Does anyone remember the eunuch's attack in the train while returning back?

Captains (B)log dated 2006: I happened to remember a small trip to Goregaon for attending some Science tech festival. That trip is quite memorable cos after the tech fest, we people had gone to Abhijit's house where we had the luck to eat his daily lunch to KJ...the idli-chutney. That visit was quite infamous for a game of Mafia which we played at his home and since this was after the 5th sem results, most of us were hardly out of the shock. At this critical juncture, Nikunj Pandya was teasing Shridhar about his Maths marks and hence the famous tagline "Nikunj, tu (Maths)marks pe mat jaa", in a tone which having great anguish as if his own blood had been abused...But soon after, the mood cleared and eventually we were all enjoying playing gully cricket....

Captains (B)log dated Sept 2006: September....the month during which rains tend to spoil the fun and ofcourse Ganeshotsav. It was the time during which we all used to go to our friends house for Ganapati celebrations. Finally I get to go to YP s house, thanks to some CONvinving given to my parents by the no.1 CON man himself, Sandeep Pillai. We had a good deal of enjoiment at YP s house in Bhiwandi. I remember having a small tiff with a passenger in ST bus(...hamesha ka tha, jhagdalu!) but I did win the war, ok? While coming back home, we also visited Rajeev vasani s house as he too had Ganesha celebrations at home. A nice event, nice journey on a lousy rainy day...

Captains (B)log dated Jan 2007: So, I think it was the day after our last tie/saree day in BE which we did enjoy to a large extent especially when Ameya Phadke's house served as a rest/guest house for people after the tie/saree day. We did come to knw, why Ameya loves the garden in front of his house so much [:D]. So, it was notified that the so-called "group" would meet up the other day in Thane for a visit to Sandy and Patange s house. It wasnt until the next day that poor Sandy was reeling over the decision to invitation as we left Sandy, a broken bed as a memento. Just a storm passes by his house..lolzz. We still have the pics as to who the culprits were...

So after this incident, we decided to behave as good n decent children at Patange s house where we did enjoi a lot, courtesy Nikhil Vichare s immaculate acting of certain people we knw very much...Here many people gotto eat the "crab curry". I did hear people asking for chisel n hammer to eat the crab.....

Captains (B)log dated April 2007: Yeah....finally after the Farewell party of BE 2007, we all couldnt knw wat to do with our joyous tempo, so we decided that a long trip would be the perfect solution to dry off our energies. So we decided to venture to the hills of Matheran, on the same day evening. Most of us guys left for Matheran in the same train by evening itself and reached there by late evening. Since our pal, Nikhilesh aka NTD stayed at Neral near to Matheran, we had a pitstop at his house too. But our house of stay was Phadke s guest house nearby where it was decided a "night-out maarnega". Oh, remembering those wonderful days is so nostalgic....Most of us were determined to stay awake the entire night, but people were succumbing to the night lord Somnus. I do remember we had a pillow bashing and poor Sandy got a bashing of his life at Matheran. We did pass the entire night sleeplessly by playing Mafia and cards (i did grab sleep for a couple of hours though [:D]). Next day, by early morning we were all ready to explore Matheran hills and we were joined by some additional gals n pals the next day. The meeting point was ofcourse, NTD s house and we had booked 3 vans to take us uphill. It was a perfect trekking experience but the summer heat took its toll on us and by late afternoon we were TOTALLY exhausted n tired..sweating, hungry n dying of thirst, but still enjoying knowing the fact that this might be one of the last chance for us to group n have a blast. One of the high points of the trip was the infamous echo points, no need to remind any1 wat all we had shouted on the top, mostly 3 times per person. We did end the trip on a happy note and we appreciated each people s efforts to make the trip as enjoyable as possible :)

Captains (B)log dated June 2007:Shootout at Bhiwandi....This shud be the epicentre of all controversial things that have happened in 1 year after this date :). Bhiwandi takes us to YP s house and I shudnt be writing too much about what happened n wat people saw. Just like the famous tag line which goes by "WHAT EVERY1 SAW WAS REAL, WHAT NO1 SAW WAS THE TRUTH". Nothing to take away from YP n his family, they were one of the good hosts we have ever known. Here we had clicked a unique pic, which i remember because it had every person showing their teeth and it was unique in the way that no1 had preplanned the pic, that way. Well, this day was one of those days to savour.

...this wasnt the end of the trips n itineraries....we had lotsa them, including many people s birthday celebration in the same age old RMall/Nirmal Lifestyles, visits to Atria mall, Worli sea face, Saraf s return to India trip (Juhu wala) and most recently the trip to Harshagiri, Asangaon. We all have been so lucky to have known each other and all of us have so differnt characteristics yet the bond of friendship kept us glued to one another. Distances may have reduced the frequency of meeting, yet the world is now like a nutshell. Friendhsip is never too far from the click of a mouse button or a mobile cell button. But still, I am confident of a day in the near future when we would still meet up together, saying "This wud be the last time we are meeting" (Duhh...as if this dialogue wasnt heard before). The question is WHEN??....

Intensive Care lab or the IC lab....

Remembering events in the IC lab(room 215/216, i think)....

Of all the classrooms and the pracs lab in Somaiya, I think most of us have had a "SPECIAL" interest in a lab on the 2nd floor sandwiched between the place where Kundargi ma'am USED to sit and the place with Swati Mahajan/Hetal D/Kholapure sat...remember that lab? Yes, the infamous place where TV pracs, n PComm pracs(hohaha) used to be conducted..i think it was called the IC lab (and for good reasons too). Lots of memories have been attached to that lab ever since our SE Extc began. I just happened to remember some of those as i pass on...

DLD TEST (Monday Tests)---> The first time I had managed to copy in the test with much ease, the venue for the first DLD test...No special memories about the marks though, I remember flunkin in that but by the end of the sem, I did get a respectable term work mark...

Multi-m(e)atter---> Again the culprit, DLD. It was DLD pracs goin on and times were quite rough for me in KJ bcos of my young blood thrillin and boiling (now its just calm n chilled...) and my habit of 'makin a mountain out of a molehill' stuff....anger was at the peak, etc. I was doin my DLD pracs with Subish Pillai, Mayur n Amit pawar(probably) and the group in front of me was headed by a cold blooded, white faced, cat-eyed, bad hairstyled, wierdo n a nerd goin by the name of SAURABH PITKAR (sorry for such an APT description). We were doing our pracs on LOGIC GATES and this fellow too had some relation with these GATES n an other GATE(entrance exam). It all started with a multimeter, a device used to check the continuity in logic circuits. I dont even know how the fight began but man...it was a fiery one. I think he had taken the multimeter which I had obtained and so I started blaming him, so he retorted back and the war of words erupted...blah blah blah...I dont wanna describe this but it was a very PATHETIC behaviour from our sides, this incident remains a black mark from my days in KJ, although if all my exploits in KJ were to be taken, it would fill up to be an enormous BLACK HOLE.


Dance pe Chance (for a punishment??)-----> On the lighter side, this incident still tickles our ribs. This happened during our PCOMM lab. For our B1 batch, Pcomm pracs were conducted by a NAGgin prof, Mr Nitin Nagori. He had gained a reputation of being a psycho killer for SE students, kind n smiling butcher for TE students, a gentle n pious man for BE students. So it can be imagined what condition we were in when we were just in SE. As I was telling, it was Nagori time and we had all entered the lab wondering what would be our condition in the next 2 hours under his supervision. 2 brave n daring persons remained outside the lab taking out their books or something else....2 Patils, Sandeep 'Sandy aka CD-man' Patil and Yashpal 'YP' Patil. Some mischievious thoughts passed thru their minds and God knows what they were thinkin when THEY STARTED DANCING outside the Pcomm lab. And as luck would have it, Nagori sir entered and caught them dancing. And were we stunned to see that sight!!! The punishment for that was he uttered his favorite words " Handover(or Gimme) your I-Cards, both of u" and called them inside for..... a BETTER DANCING VIEW!!...Sandy n YP were actually beggin for pardon and ofcourse their I-cards, but to this day, we people ve a hearty laugh thinkin about this incident.


Pa-Tale on a bench---> Another Icard donation act came shortly after, this time by Ashish Patel. Our P-comm pracs were finished and we were packing our bags,heading home. Patel was in a confused mood probably thinkin about the next Monday s test and he was pondering about this sitting on the bench where we kept our bags before entering the lab. Enter Nagori. "This bench is meant to keep bags, and what are u doin??". Ashish was in a fix n totally sweating with fear. Then came his trademark dialogue "Gimme your Icard" And then came some bombardment of words probably about discipline etc. If I am not wrong, Patel was asked to write an apology letter for this incident..cos it was I who had helped him in writing it.


TV Query----> Well, when TV pracs comes to our mind, we remember our "Chimnibai" Savitha Sonukale (we all have our accents but a birdie accent??). Nothing sort of special happened in those pracs except that it remained famous for Pitkar (by this time, he was quite reformed from the way he was in SE), still a nerd though. He ventured to ask that question which still confuses great human minds...."Madam, is Tv Bi-polar or Uni-polar??".No1 even understood the nature of the question. Not to mention, the Chimni was left shell-shocked. I hope Saurabh has found the answer to his query in his IIT....


Multimeter theft---> A bad incident which occured when people of B1 batch were doin their pracs. It was the IC lab and multimeters were used at a very high rate. There was inclusion of Anish Sanghvi into B1 from B2. The chor group were quite active and operating interdependently in B1, B2 n B3. It was during such a session when Hetal Doshi broke out a news to us that a multimeter had gone missing and the reported time was when B1 batch had last performed their pracs. Oh, imagine the shame n abuses we had to go thru when we passed by. Most people had suspicions against many others but as i have said before, to this day neither the multimeter or the thief was to be found...


Pcomm Pracs---> Again our hero, Nagori sir, steps up into the limelight for all wrong reasons. A proff to guide us durin pracs, all he would do was speak up some mumbo-jumbo tryin to motivate us ("Tum kar sakte ho" or "It s very simple...trust me") and then would get outta the lab to have some gappa-shappa with his proff pals. We were left wondering what neds to be done, whats the output to be shown etc. During this crisis, we had a saviour to save our skins (kinda similar to a Noah s ark...hehhe). Kalavati Ma'am..the persona who had taught us PCS(yuck!!!!) in Third sem. She was an ace at practical sessions and used to guide us properly thru our Pcomm miseries. Well, an angel was wat we required at this stage to combat the devil himself (lol..).

Pitkar' saga----> This has to be a memorable incident just like a freedom struggle and again starring, this time 2 villains, Saurabh Pitkar (the same gruff mannered like 3rd sem) and the abominable yet indispensable, Nagori. A very bad day in lab, we were asked to submit our journals and the scene was similar to the scene in Sholay..with Gabbar holdin his gun to the heads of Samba n his accomplices, pullin trigger but sometimes no bullet. No need to say,I was shot and so were many others..Shridhar escaped mostly due to his rappo with the proffs and his awesome handwriting, probably a few others had survived this onslaught, cos they managed to get atleast an A- (which was an equivalent of A++, wrt to Nagori s grades). I was sittin in a corner dejected , after hearing all that he wanted to say and ofcourse one A- and 2 or 3 B+ (but happy). It was also heard that due to some flaw, Nagori had torn off Rajeev Vasani s journal and so most of us were scared, thinkin of our consequences. Suddenly s if some good magic had worked its charm, it was noticed that Nagori was givin good grades and even improving on his previously given grades, for eg- some did get an A from A- after correcting the flaws. And with such expectations, our hero Pitkar(mostly villain, this time a cameo hero) came up and presented his journal to the great one, with hopes of increasing his grades from A- to A. There was an explosion at that end and all we could see after the smoke cleared was Pitkar returning to his seat with a C grade. We were shell shocked and with this many others who had been u to increase their grades turned back to their seats. But out Pitkar wasnt a pushover...he worked hard on the flaws, got it rechecked and kept on improving his grades from C to B-,B- to B, B to B+ and ultimately B+ to A-. This saga has gone down in KJ s history....Pitkar s saga!

As for the remaining times, we kept completing our journals, kept chit-chatting, bird watching, and most importantly DOING NOTHING SERIOUS. We ve even played Mafia during a lab session, such was the leniency in KJS. Everythin said n done, dont u think the name IC(Intensive Care) lab is appropriate??? But at end of the day, it was a lab which held so many memories of us and people related to us...
(A)JAY HO!!

Somaiya s RobbingHood...CHOR GROUP!

Well, here we are at some stage in Second year(SE EXTC)/Third year Telecomm(TE EXTC), B division. By this time, I made a bunch of close pals and diplomatic with the remaining (except 1-2 gals...). Life was good (LG) in KJS with our normal routine i.e Train to VidyaVihar-go to college-Attend/bunk lectures-Lunchtime-Pracs-Assignment Chhapping (pls there s no need to mention "WRITE/WROTE/RESEARCHED")- hangout on slope-return home via train. This was the daily monotonous algorithm followed by atleast me. Around this time, our batch was to be rocked by the advent of a huge event. No, am not talking about the 26th July disaster (a blessing for few..!!). It was a group of deadly gals known to have whisked things right under the public s nose (A guy s moustache was stolen right under his nose by them...according to a legend!!). It was what everyone feared...A CHOR GROUP!!

I suppose the name was coined by Abhijit Nayak, a reported victim of the attrocities of The Chor Group (CG). It was a group of 6 gals of EXTC div B...moving in daylight under a name of Sensational Six(SS)--> as we called them or the Fabulous Five(FF)---> as they called themselves (a case similar to the story in which there are 40 donkeys but the person sittin on the donkey counted only 39 donkeys) a band of gals, feared (hohoho..!) and revered by many...
Sadly but ironically,the Chor group ki leader was the daughter of a Policeman, Priya Shingade. Her other accomplices were--->
Sonal Tawade----->ARMed n dangerous
Megha Pote ---->Looks could kill actually, a walking hangman s noose
Harshada Rane --->a torturous accent in "KYA HAII??!"
Neysa S-Haji Mustan---->looks can be deceptive..innocent looking but can be a real pain when she speaks her dreaded language feared by many....HINDI
and last ...and really the least(in height)
Virgin Xavier---->not related to the Xmen leader Charles Xavier, but possess same quality, they can read ur mind and damage it irrepairably!

Intimidating profiles, arent they?

Lots of strange n wierd things started happening when this society of CG (aka SS or FF). For eg. valuable assignemts were missing and only CG had access to all of them (completing on time), chalks n dusters went underground...sometimes students were found crying cos evil spirits (CG ofcourse...) had robbed them of their assignment sheets, benches, blackboard, chairs..everything was at risk...even a MOUSTACHE. Suspicions were aroused when assignments were completed on time or even before the assignment questions were distributed. They were claiming popularity..At this critical juncture, a multimeter went missing. Things went haywire when every practical batch was blaming it on the other even though it was reported to ve been went missing when B1(I was in B1) batch pracs were conducted. To this day, the multimeter hasnt been found and this remains a mystery even though the CG are the 2nd main suspects after B1 (coincidentally, Harshada n Megha are a part of CG n B1).
The CG reached its peak when Avinash Saraf s was reportedly seen complaining about his lost umbrella. The CG were the equal suspects alongwith Shridhar s friends (us mostly). Badmaash Saraf had raised a poll regarding this in YahooGroups and it was the CG who were convicted...Sadly due to lack of evidence, they were acquited. They were the only team which proved "Crime did pay".
Recent developments heard were that the band was disbanded (probably a rumour) Sonal, Harshada, Priya n Megha ve got commited(finally). Neysa n Virgin have escaped to USA and plannin to renew the profession (recession s not helpin ANYONE). Its been reported that Sonal was planing to join them in US..
To this day, they still remained at large..our SOMAIYA s own CG aka SS aka SS....
Thanks for all the memoirs gals...KJ wudnt ve been KJ if it werent for u!

The reminiscent past of KJS days...

Looking back at the 4 years of Engg in Somaiya which are assimilated into us just as our heart n brain, it was those years which shaped the character in me and what I am now..

First year in KJ Somaiya COE (Simply put as KJ) was just an ordinary one. I was in H div which people forcefully called as The Telecomm Div alongwith a certain G div. Ofcourse, there were about 16 Telecomm out of the batch of 64. Approx 1/4th of the class...
Nothing much to be written about the things in FE (H div). The regular Mechanics pracs, the workshop, the mix-max of Chemistry etc...The one thing I was regular in was writing assignments and workshop journals. I remember Mayur, me and Ashish Patel completing the assignments just under the proff s noses. Tough job indeed, but hey thats what challenges are for!! As every class has a champion, we had our own champion too goin by the name of Avinash Saraff (simply put as our own Diamond Boy. Always aiming to be on top, he ended up being a close pal of ours even though he maintained his ruthless attitude of CRIBBING.
And from Telecomm (H) there was Sonal, a very sincere gal (she seemed as such), Alok n Rajat (tag team people), Abhijit Nayak (YFE guy uninfected with the YFE virus until TE), Sandeep 'CD-Sandy' Patil (Name itself ws enuff), a certain Vaibhav Pandey (Mr LowJeans) , Nikhil Vichare (Our local Munnabhai aka "Love Guru"), Neeharika rastogi (Cuffe parade gal speakin HinGlish...noted for her "Mayuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuur" and "What rubbish" and "Mad or what??")

Classes were supposed to be a sojourn , come n go at ur own wish, puttin proxies and ending up getting caught (OUCH!!). Puttin FE n proxies together, how can we forget a certain YELPALE sir(Mech Dept, a Living GOD for those who ve known him). He was very supportive in our "Proxy Raksha". He d gone to such an extent that with only 5-6 people he had made an entire attendance sheet filled with attendance. His dialogue was "hi jagay rikaami ka sodtat??..te pan bharoon taka". Sounded like music to many in those times...

Studies n FE?? Duh....they never got along but finally my Karma(not the movie) paid off. As u study , so u reap ur marks....a logic learnt in those 4 years, but not applicable for all. I never understood an exams gravity untill the result day (not even the exam day intimidated me as much!)

I was never to imagine in my wildest dreams what was in store for me in the next 3 years in Somaiya..after all Telecomm students would be coming under one roof (A n B)..the people i wud meet...become friends/nemesis with...college hassles...train travels...running here n there for notes...Exam-time preparation..
It was a pain, to die for....