For The Three Musketeers!

Isn't it surprising how when you get nostalgic, all the pictures of the past that fill your mind are the ones that you least expected to remember?

Like Priya rolling on the floor laughing like the craziest person on earth on her very 1st day in the hostel, and me thinking "Here's a girl who has the potential to match my volume!"

Like Pari deciding to go for a walk in her bathroom slippers and asking me if I'd get embarrassed. Yeah right like I didn't have my volume (obvious pun intended!) to get embarrassed about...

Like Rish's nervous voice when we played the most common phone prank of all times on her in the 2nd week of college, and her dramatic "I have got myself into major trouble" when she told us about it the other day...

Like hogging on watery maggi with my Amitabh Bachchan spoon on our first "get together" of sorts...

Like getting lost the very 1st time Rish and went all the way to ABC to buy books that were available in Mahesh Book Depot 5 minutes away from college...

Like Shreya and I doing our little jig for the world when the open air theatre was being built...

Like getting all nutrition conscious during prep leave...

Like those pre-result jitters...

Like those tapori dances...

Like those endless talks of B schools and how they don't have any other choice but to take us in...

Like our regular doses of PNPC...

Like those broomstick adventures of the witches...

Like slapping each others' backs at the sight of surds...

Like those night outs and fake signatures...

Like beer in ricks...

Like those facials and pedicures...

Like those weekly decisions to go on morning walk in vain attempts to lose those tyres...

Like never managing to wake up on time...

Like taking endless print outs through the night a day before submissions...

Like those midnight birthday parties...

Like the taste of kheer that Priya and Rish's very teacherly-motherly roomie made for us...

Like our adopted mommies feeding us puri bhaaji and pampering us to death...

Like Priya falling in love with my adopted "bapu"...

Like 5 people huddled in one room all through our first prep leave...

Like getting kicked outta the dormitory because we whistled at guys and made strange noises at them at 12 at night...

Like Rish "ecstatically smiling" about us getting kicked outta the dorm into the main hostel buliding...

Like Pari crashing to sleep the minute she entered the room...

Like Priya and I pinning each other down and doing this little cat fight for a Mills and Boon that neither of us ended up reading...

Like sitting next to the VCC phone almost all of Sunday morning waiting to hear from home...

Like those late night palm reading sessions during prep leave...

Like that yucky coffee that kept Shreya and me up for 3 nights in a row...

Like a wee li'l bit of butter in maggi tasting like heaven at 3 in the morning...

Like laughing at every guy in campus and becoming friends with them later...

Like our very first coffee at NC (the nescafe outlet in campus, just in case!)...

Like mess waale anna asking us to be a little softer in the mess...

Like inventing ways to eat daal with minimum effort...

Like those basketball matches...

Like that broken knee that I couldn't get over, even though that knee wasn't mine...

Like canteen waale anna and all his weird nicknames for us...

Like those movie plans that were made through bathroom ventilators...

Like Priya and I falling in love with a new guy every second day, and how almost every time the guy used to be the same, albeit with a little time lapse here and there...

Like planning to get married and burning our moms-in-law to death...

Like deciding weird wedding gifts and buying weirder birthday gifts...

Like our share of frustrations, failures, fights, fetishes, feats...

Like talks of husband shopping...

Like banging doors...

Like...

Here's to you Priya, Pari and Rish! You've seen the best AND the worst in me and I can't imagine things being any different. Or any better. In three months time, things will change forever. Only hoping we don't.Here's to the wonder called US! *grin*

Dunno when and if I told you this and if I did, dunno if I meant it as much as I do right now. I love you. Totally.

Ok.. Forget all that I just said... It's not time yet for such syrupy goodbye speeches! About time we rushed to NC... :D

Edited to add
Like taking MAJOR panga with BE Mechanical Bhai log when we were in the 1st year, and taking junior-senior relationship to an entirely new level... Am still wondering how I forgot this one in the first round!

And the list goes on... :)

- posted by Newton's Apple @ 4:14 AM
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