You don't always have a Ranchod das to bail you out with your final year project when semesters knock at the door, HOD's deadlines drive you mad and sassy group members keep throwing tantrums.

Thats precisely was lesson number one of 3 idiots. To avoid things from getting suicidal, make your start prudently.
The project saga formally started at the beginning of 7th semester with the notice board asking you to form groups and submitting the names to the Departmental coordinator.Yours truly is truly spoilt for choices between two groups, each containing a madly in love couple. Now ,since I'm allergic to prawn, PDA and mush, it was quite obvious choose the group with long standing couple applying the radioactivity principle.

Now, when I say you need to make a prudent start, I refer to the choice of project. This stage is quite vulnerable because you either keep dreaming of seeing your name in the newspaper for executing an awesome project or a big F in your gradecard.
So, after a few brainstorming sessions with the project mentor, rejecting a dozen idea, the group settled for an apparently doable idea.
And thus begins the real ordeal.

From a dozen metro rides to Chandnichowk to buy components to persuading group members to come and work. From getting nightmares to having dreams of the project working full fledgedly.From making sorry faces to shopkeepers to give bills of items we never bought to assuring the mentor that we are gonna finish in time.From living in fear that the circuit will not work once the power supply is given to jumping in ecstacy once it has worked. From giving gaalis to group members to shaking hands with them the next day.From roaming around lanes and bylanes of Chandni in search of a single chip to discovering a Coffee house with awesome waiter and amazing cold coffee.

And then there were these to deal with in moments of distress :P



The project was finally done- complete and working :) The project report was hopefully the best in the department , thanks to the Cornell Univ portal :)
And we were a happy group , sans the gaalis and bitching.

Since there’s a competition among my cable operator and Sony as to who can air the same film over and over again, I watched Kuch Kuch Hota hai for say 93^rd, K3G for 64^th times. And kept wondering whether this is how , we had imagined our college lives to be , when we watched these movies as school going kids.

A month ago, 2 girls on their way to exam, were talking everything other than the exam some minutes later.
"Have you heard the song Aditi?"
"Yeah, nice na?"
"So are we going to watch the movie?"
"Yes ! Yes! Off course! what yaar! Enough of Race and Dhoom2 ! we're in college and watch something like that "

So there we were , watching the morning show of Jane Tu...Ya Jane na at Fame, South City.

Now, who goes for a morning show at 10 a.m, that too on a Monday morning?

People who are jobless and responsible bachhas of their respective parents, who makes sure that they spend their parent's hard earned money in a sensible way (!).

But this theory did not work as we had a Monday morning Housefull show, with Uncles, Aunties, and even school kids in uniform turning up. Have schools become such boring places that people have to bunk in the wee hours of morning?

Talking of the movie, it made a refreshing watch. Characters looked real college kids and not some 40 something made to wear tight trousers or short skirts.

So what if Nasiruddin shah's act brought memories of Hum Paanch's Priya Tendulkar, what if love and friendship be the 'duniya ki sabse purani kahani', with super cool mom and dads, lively bunch of friends speaking your lingo , sibling love, gripping narration and apt soundtrack, and above all a vibrant lead pair, the film makes it a must watch for the season.

the songs popping up at the right time, binded the storyline aptfully.

And the billi surprise in the song Aditi was really, really sweet :)

[ Kash, somebody sang for me and my billi *sigh*]

FYI , the word Aditi features 15 times in the song.( yeah, i'm jobless, i listened to it 110 times and the thought of counting it cropped up when I was listening to it for the 109th time)

So, enough of film reviewing(!). And since this post has become respectably long, I stop here.

So, for the time being, ciao and Meeow!

"My mind is a garden,
My thoughts are the seeds.
My harvest will be
Either flowers or weeds"

While the earth continued to rotate from west to east,the USA witnessed another tragic campus carnage, gilchrist scored a century in his last one day match in his hometown, people in Calcutta still continued with their dilemma over having chicken or not….there I was, sitting on the topmost stair of the Open Air Theatre of JU on a chilly winter evening, and humming to the tunes of ‘Chandrabindoo ‘ performing live on the last day of arts faculty fest.

It happened like this that, one of my neighbourhood friends had called me and 3 others to her place to spend the evening together and thus celebrate her belated birthday.
Since her house is at stone’s throw from JU, we decided to peep in the ongoing fest iver there, rather than surfing the idiot box and pnpc-ing.

Mad crowd, circles of cigarette smoke in the air, dudes and dudettes,foot tapping music, rhythmic dances---the atmosphere had everything of an ideal fest.

The guest band thankfully did not take much time to warm up, thus saving the crowd from getting restless, which happens to be a common feature in many college fests.