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6:34 PM 3/24/2005 I have lived life anonymously and apart from the salvation bla bla, I really thought of world as an escape route. But something has changed lately. I have friends and we have our own escape route the Central Perk, Harrys. After each class, Harrys is a place we can be traced to. Occassionally we defect to other escapes. Life is a variation and we do believe in it. We try a variety of conveyance to the eating less chatting more restaurant. Be it Bicycles, Bikes or the favourite two legged journey, everyone makes sure to reach there. And somebody surely knows how many jokes have been made on that road walking. Even the Compu Dep looks dwarfed by the great road and the great service it provides to the pedestrians who walk on it to reach Harrys. Topics of discussion range from Nightouts to Assignments, to Proffesors and Bandis. Tea is a commonity with Egg Chow and Onion Masala Dosa or Pyazi and Samose + Meetha. Harrys provides a very congenial environ below the tree canopi...

[ In the Taxi ] The journey to Nirvana was very conversatory. Sachin was sleeping. [ At the sunrise ] Silhouetted against the morning sky, we waited for the first touch of water. [ Dying to get into the ocean, waiting for a photograph ] As we reached there, it was chill in the morning air. Waiting for morning tea, we also took some time out for snaps. [ Immu ] Immu waited for us to come out of water [ Sunbathing ] After floating in water and doing all kinds of somersaults we took times to let the sun appreciate our bodies + souls [ Vella busy on beach ] When doing nothing, we usually eat. And we started drinking coconut water here, when the ideas of snappits came [ Rising from the burial ] Almost a buried man, I was left at the mercy of my buddies to dug me up. [ In the dreaded woodlands ] This woodland is the mother of all googles. [ Weary Eyes Aashu] Return journey made everyone weary and sleepy. Sachin was thankful.

9:31 PM 3/21/2005 It all started with a mantra. Work hard, play harder, party hardest. Working nightouts throughout the week, our souls yearned for a break from this world. And with a genuine selfish interest, seven people came together to leave this land into the ocean. We were to realise that the end was only a three hour drive. In short, a trip to Digha was planned. As with every noble cause, all the dark forces turned against us. The means to attain nirvana was unfortunately unavailable. While we were sitting in Vegies pondering about some very important things over cups and cups of tea, Sachin was trying to arrange for a taxi. Who knew he was going to be elected president next day? Thank you President. And there he was. The smile said it all. We had a taxi and we needed money and people to go. In this act of faith, many sacrifices were to be made. Shakie left his Hall GC, Nari and Hasita left their sleep behind, I, Aashish, Immu and Sachin left our rooms behind. Suddenly in an hou...

3:09 AM 3/19/2005 People say Sunday is better, Monday is manic. I say Hallday is the best. Why doesn't it come every week? But then it has its charm because it comes once. I don't think I have lived any better than this. The smiles I see today relives my heart with all the fear I had of not giving my buddies the satisfaction. People say you need oxygen to live, you need food to live. I say you need friends to live. When I write this, I write in pride not of me but of all my friends who ensure that I don't need a girlfriend or rather give me support to live. I would have died much earlier. Life is too short to be pissed off all the time. Hate is a baggage. I don't think I will ever forget these lines. There are no ends to a white man's design. One has to sweat hard and make his collar dark. It is not the first time I realise that designing is thinking. And thinking is tough. And tough takes time. One should really know why he is drawing a line on a sheet. Because an ...