There have been a loyt things I have not spoken about on my blog, I will just attempt chronicling the few I remember right now.

Yeeeeehaaaaaaa! Well, that was a kind of game we played at this Moral Rehabilitation or no, it was Moral Rearmament Camp that my class attended at Panchgani. Contrary to how the yeeehaaaa sounds, it was more of a stimulus for tear glands than a call for merry making.

The Ghost on the third floor of my hostel, maybe I spoke about it once, but it was a major part of our lives, each one of us was speculating who the ghost was and why it had to knock on doors while it could just slip in through the doors. Some technical glitch I guess.

Id Mubarak, I kind of insisted that the Id treat in my room be vegetarian. My roomies were unhappy with me.

Campus Olympics, the kabaddi in my little life. You do not want to know more, but just visualize a human balloon floating around campaigning for a baseball match and rugby among colleges.

Then, my little adventure to a little town that is tucked away soooo far from civilization, I wonder why people still live there in spite of their needs and requirements. Sigh.