A tribute to a semester

Well what can I say. Its all over. The brilliant and awesome semester that I have so utterly enjoyed. Its all over.

Perhaps its just me, but when every sem comes to an end, I tend to look back and say, "Man this semester was the best semester ever ." But I can hardly overemphasise the reality of the situation now. The 6th semester has been THE defining semester of my short 3 years in the hallowed halls of the prestigious instituition called IIT Madras. No wait, thats not it. The 6th semester has been THE defining period of time of a not-that-short 20 years of my very existence.

At this point any person who just went "Thu" or "Machan too much da" or "Sleisha overaction macchi" or any other such clearly unneccessary deragatory comments can go f*ck a tree. The truth is the truth is the truth. Enough said about that.

A Special mention: To all the wonderful and amazing seniors we've had who are passing out from the illustrious hostel Narmada. Really these guys are one set of fun and interesting people who have been our friends, guides, mentors and all that razzmatazz which junta use in speeches... They've played footer with us, they've put treats for us, taken treats from us (:P), put rather important academically related fundaes, put even more important fundaes on life, basically they have been such an integral part of our lives. So to all those seniors especially the 3rd wing footer junta and the 6th wing Quake junta (Quake and related 6th wing activities), a toast, to your good health and your success.
(*virtually takes a sip from a glass of red wine or champagne or any other toastworthy drink*)
(*virtually removes a lone tear to mark all the senti feelings*)

Alas, as the treacherous end semesters ended , all the comrades of the one they call Helmet seem to be disappearing one by one.Which is to say, they are all heading home.After spending almost the whole of 4 months in the presence of such eminent and enjoyable characters life seems to be heading for rather boring times. Only Senti-"Masti karenge" and Thota-"Pack da" remain and they too head back by the weekend. Tsk Tsk... But then , as one who knows the proverbs of the richly ordained language of english would say, "Every cloud has its silver lining"...

And the argentous lining in my case , and one Im very anxiously looking forward to, is the Bangalore internship with Trilogy starting May 15. Im hoping its going to be a blast, what with Thota, Satya, Ganja, Laddu and a host of other characters being there as well... It is rather unfortunate that our sextet of friends got split pairwise into Bang,Hyd and Chennai. Hmmm...

So anyways as the title says this post was supposed to be a tribute to the wonderful four months of 2005. Ended up randomly addressing various things my train of thoughts led me to. So anyways, before I run out of adjectives for my vocabulary is quite restricted ,I shall wrap up this post.

Thank you guys for such a super sem...(see I am running out of adjectives...)... here's hoping to an equally rocking 4th year...

Calvin: How come old photographs are always black and white? Didn't they have color film back then?
Dad: Sure they did. In fact, those old photographs *are* in color. It's just that the*world* was black and white then. The world didn't turn color until sometime in the 1930s, and it was pretty grainy color for a while, too.
Calvin: But then why are old *paintings* in color?! If the world was black and
white, wouldn't artists have painted it that way?
Dad: Not necessarily. A lot of great artists were insane.
Calvin: But... But how could they have painted in color anyway? Wouldn't their
paints have been shades of gray back then?
Dad: Of course, but they turned colors like everything else did in the '30s.
Calvin: So why didn't old black and white photos turn color too?
Dad: Because they were color pictures of black and white, remember?

Happy Holidays junta!