Sitting all by myself in my room, with yet another cancelled lecture( yes MBA is tough :)) all I can think is to go home and spend some more time with my "GANG".
Still remember the school days where all of us would laugh,cry and dream together. Still remember the time when one certain person cut my head open, but would that deter us from being the best of friends "NA". As I sit here I think of the holidays after the boards, our own Summer of 2003, hanging out together dreaming big, not knowing where we are going, a sense of anxiety that we may not be able to meet like that ever again and spending hours doing nothing just "Monopolizing" the world.
Admissions in colleges happen, a certain "Color Plus" personality heads of to the States and masters Unreal Tournaments, the guy who cut open my head heads to the land of the firecrackers, Chic goes to Comibatore, the blind man becomes a merchant navy man, Singh truly proves he is the king, Murg becomes a robot freak, the "Site master" continues his chase behind the "Dusk", Teddy and I try to be masters of electronics. Still remember the times when they would come back home to the city and then w would spend countless hours again out, doing what Nothing. Still remember the Choti Diwali's we spent together. Still remember the statements "Ankur, crib mat mar, its only 11'O clock". Still remember the evening chai sessions walking on the road with teddy and the Site master thinking what would we do next and discussing. Making sure the entire gang meets everytime, everyday whenever evryone was back would frustrate parents into saying "He hasn't come to meet us". College gets over and we decide to make final tour, Go Goa, eating in shacks, sleeping, going to beaches, doing a "Dil Chahta Hai" at Chapoora;then all of us are of to pursue our dreams not knowing when the gang would meet again.
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