When I passed out of undergrad I really did not think if I would keep in touch with all my friends and how often I would talk to them and what role they would play in my marriage. But postgrad really changed everything. I feel proud when I look back and see that six months after having passed out from SIMC, there has not been one single day when I have not mailed my friends, thought of them and spoken about them to others. This is a tribute to you all.

I expected hostel to be a place where random individuals are put together and cockroaches are served for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Basically a very bad life. But with all those apprehensions I figured that I was not giving life a chance. So I went there without any preconceived notions and allowed myself to make friends and enjoy life. I owe it to my roommates who were more or less family for two years for making hostel feel like home.

But life really does not stop with making two friends, knowing me, I really did not socialise much beyond during the first year. And SIMC never gave me the opportunity to think of anything beyond assignments, warning letters and Natu's art work.

But then, someone's leg broke. And I really did not think that helping her walk down two floors and climb two again will make us friends. Of course a broken leg needs just more than one crutch, while I was one crutch there was the other crutch who I again never though would be one person I would just fall in love with for her simplicity and innocence.

With the broken leg came others, a tea-making roommate and a pseudo roommate who is more than just a pink loving girl. She is by far the most caring girl ever.

Then of course, comes the 3 am friend, who I think is the Naughtiest 23 year-old-ever. She could knock at your door at the most random hour and while you would curse her beneath your breath, by th time you open the door, you can't be cruel enough to not let her in and allow her to entertain you.

No group of friends is complete without the one girl who would freak out about everything right from attendance to FOC layout and would be that one person who introduces you to the weirdest of phrases and proverbs that would describe every situation in life. Oh yes, the best companion to devour a yummy blueberry cheese cake with.

Lastly, there is one person who kind of fills that void in life, you audition so many people and nobody comes close, but then one did. The one relationship that completes me. A brother.