Went to meet Anshul today. It was nice to talk of old times.
He informed me that there is a True-Lies website. The articles on 29 and the monthly PJ awards are by me. And oh, the first year at ISI! The first term in particular! Has there ever been a time like that? It was a season of joy and discovery, of innocence and fun. We loved the things we did together and we hadn’t yet taken each other for granted. It seems so far away now, and so blissful!
There are so many things that come to mind. The coconut-plucking sessions, the discovery of Bangalore, T’s silly affairs, sessions atop the tank. Dil Chahta Hai. Undy-bitching, Chata Kuttamaar. Sumit, Bineet, Dadhi, Paddy. Singing in the rain. Saurav’s exclamation: ISI mein kisika kabhie girlfriend nehi hoga (He was wrong). No, there were not many girls then. At least none in my life. But one cannot have everything. Besides, some things are mutually exclusive.