Images which started at a F-127 with some people reading some lines from longish monologues, images which initiated a month-long habit of some maddening tempo leading to bloody noses and a few substitutions in the final hour, images of a "wow..stud..wow" with a near 9.5GPA in the 1st semester with hardly a few hours gone into academics, images of a few wonderful cycle trips in the wee hours of Mahalaya, images of chicken gluttony at occasional feasts, images of thumkas and jhatkas on packed buses to the tunes of lechreous C-grade songs, images of some wonderful saves under the goalpost bar, images of some breathtaking dialogues with a supremely powerful voice on stage, images of long night-outs at Chhedis over Tinkus and tea, images of the most novel cheating modes during exams, images of a vehement protest over the superiority of "Partner" over "Raincoat", images of a name-tag suited to personality, images of group-mails with the weirdest of languages, images of virtual GPL's, images welcoming Las Vegas with a 13-strong group, images which put the rowdy fellow-passengers of a Greyhound bus to shame, images of eating every single item of the about 50-course dinner at the MGM Grand Royal Buffet, images which captured the frailties of sweet rom-coms like "Jaane Tu.....", images of posing in front of the Pacific Ocean in a Baywatch coast-guard car, images of cold water on a fainted me coming out of a LA metro bus, images of erogenous adventures at places-your-mom-wouldn't-allow-you-to-go, images of carrying cheap handbags/laptops from the US robbing the Indian customs of some sizable declarations, images of a name on my caller list 8 days ago, images of a gmail chat 10 days back staring at me on my........
I am sweating so profusely......
Images of a sudden call on a Saturday morning at a Ikea store with the Ikea cart balancing my almost free-falling weight, Images of checking Facebook/Orkut in 15-20 minutes for discovering all this to be a big lie.....
Images of a younger brother......
My bed is all so wet now.....
Images of voices/laughs/tempo shouts/monologues (Oh...these can be so real). Believe me, the world would be a bit smaller without all these even if we have more bombs, AK-47, mines trying their level best at substitutions.
But, why do you care?...in your usual nonchalance, you will still exclaim, "Orom hoy" (Shit happens)
