The One Without a Title..

Hello and welcome to my first blog. I hope all your days have been better than mine.This one is dedicated to 4 of u only. Of course by 4, "u" must have understood whom i am reffering to. May be after this piece i would graduate to a generic level of writing so that it can be read by all.
This is just one of those grandiose plans that i always think of and.. which never never materialize, like learning to play guitar or more recently learning to swim. Of course this time the credit goes partially to tiggi and partially to the editorial in TOI. Well the editorial was nothing like motivating you to write but it was a kind of writing that we people "not from the literary intellengenstia but yearning to be included" would dish out.
Now the title must have given you the hint how much I miss our good ol' vella time in IIT. When ever we have our weekend ritual of daaru party in gurgaon or delhi tiggi is sorely missed for his antics. And there is no one left who goes on high and whom we (read daddu and me) have to take care of. Of course the fairer ones should not be envious of the above statements. I havent watched any movies latley, but every friday i go back in my memory lane of going to a movie which no-one needed to plan for.
I often ponder on flipside of having a very close knit friend circle like we had, and I realise that alongwith innumerable plus points the drawback is that u are not at all accustomed of living alone once the circle is turned into scattered points. You are so used to of being thick of the things that once you part, there is this nagging fear of being socially idle. It also renders you ineffectual to reconstruct a new group of people jus like before. There is this constant comparision going on in the back of your mind, which of course the new people cant match.
Okay friends back to Coding :(...
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AndY