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dhammo-ki-shaadi

2006-12-28T20:43:00.000-08:00

dhammo-ki-shaadi

What else could the title be?

Short intro: There were many ways to write this blog. To decide on the method, I did a probabilistic study which involved the solution of arcane coupled partial differential equations. I tried to make it a thriller type of comedy (whatever that means!), but it did not come out that good. Then I decided to build an emotional story around the Jaipur Trip with all the incidents thrown in. But I figured that people who have not been to the marriage would not understand the story. So I have made a diary kind of thing. There are some comic moments but the moment Dhamani arrives, I have made everything serious. ‘Coz it was his wedding and that was a serious matter. This is the third draft of the blog. The perspective is ours and the central theme is not the wedding but the Jaipur trip. I hope you like it.

Sharat and Kamal came down from Bangalore. Aaga, Bansal, Parang, Kaushik and Modani came down from Kharagpur. Hari came down from Hyderabad. Prakhar and Mehro came down from Kolkata. Vaidya came down from Mumbai. Thhakraal came down from Chandigarh. Poddar, Ishu, Supreet and Satvik were already in New Delhi. It was a true national gathering. We were the United Colours of India. From very fair Mehro to very dark Aaga, from very tall Maalu to very short Satvik and Kamal, from very balding Poddar to very very hairy Thhakraal; we had the entire gamut.

So it starts on the night of 12^th of December

We reached Poddar’s very grand home. Some food and a few drinks were bought. We sat down in an empty room. Some mattresses were laid and the mehfil was set for a bhaat. And some bhaat it was. We learnt about the intricacies of the teeth of the gift horse(kamal has the full info on this). We also learnt about the new bandi cut that bansal was sporting (info on this with Aaga). And we also learnt that one of the windows in the room was broken. So there we were sleeping (well trying to!) blanket-less in the biting December New Delhi cold.

On to 13^th December, the wedding day.

No one knows who the culprit was. But all the taps were out of water in the morning. Some people were suspecting Hari and his ati-mutr-vyaadhi (Ask Hari for info on this). So, we basically woke up, did not brush, did not go to bathroom, did not change and picked our bags and left podu’s home. Chacha and Supreet had come on a taxi to pick us up. And so the road trip to Jaipur started.

Half of us were dozing in the taxi. The other half was cursing. After all everyone could not sleep simultaneously inside the cramped taxi. After various rounds of cursing and dozing and obviously bhaating, we came to the midway hotel. After a few rounds of peeing and ogling at girls, we settled down for our lunch.

The sad thing about life is that it is always punctual. We on the other hand are not. We had promised to pick Vaidya up from the Jaipur airport at 10:30 AM. Well, it was 10:30 and we were in the midway hotel. Vaidya was left stranded on the airport (more info on this with Vaidya).

One of other sad things about life is that it is ironic. So, when we came to Jaipur we got lost near the Birla Mandir. So, instead of us picking up Vaidya, he came to pick us up from the Birla Mandir and we reached our destination.

One of other sad things about life is that is gives you difficult choices. When we reached our destination in Jaipur, we were welcomed by cozy mattresses and warm blankets. On the other hand we had the promise of a bathroom where we could relieve ourselves of the pressure built-up inside our body since morning. It was indeed a difficult choice. Hari chose to relieve his pressure. Bansal chose the blanket.

One other thing about life is that it makes you understand and accept diversity. This happened during lunch. We learnt that in Jaipur, contrary to normal practice, food starts with a sweet dish (laddu in this case).

Post-lunch, the star of the day, the extremely dashing Dhamani arrived. And people did pose for photographs with the star. A few flashbulbs later, the star let loose his charm and people flocked him. And as it always happens with the groom, he got his call from home. He had to leave for some pooja before the wedding.

After this, we bathed, shaved, bansal relieved his pressure, we dressed up, combed, cleaned our shoes and left for the wedding. At the baraat-start-point (dunno what it is called), we assembled. We were waiting for the knight in the shining new clothes. And when he came, we did a rapturous applause. And then we danced.

And danced.

And danced till our bodies allowed us. Inside the marriage complex (dunno what it is called), we became the perfect gentlemen so uncharacteristic of college students or recent college grads. So we politely turned away so much good grub. We ate with the discretion reserved for royals.

Meanwhile, Dhamani was getting married off. His marriage was held in a huge set, a la bollywood. The backdrop had stone carvings of hindu gods. The architecture of the set had that distinctive baroque feel. It, basically, resembled a wonderfully carved, huge white wall with flowers, pillars, drapes, and internal lighting at specified positions. The entire arena was bathed in lights. The food stalls were on the other end. On this end, there were chairs to sit and watch dhamani’s varmaala. Pretty soon, the graceful and glowing bhabhi arrived. And we went up to do some mischief during the varmaala. Sadly, we were barred from doing that. After the varmaala and the photographs and the extended intros with the bride and the groom, we left the two to meet other people.

We, however, ran for the food. The buffet fruit salad was very good. The main course was delicious. The ice cream was elegantly presented. But the masala pasta, desi macaroni and punjabi-broccoli stood out. For me this was a new experience of eating the fusion of desi masalas and Italian pastas and broccoli.

It was getting cold. By the time the bride and the groom were on the mandap, it was past 12:00 midnight. We put on our warm clothes and went for the wedding.

One good thing about the wedding was that the mantras were read in hindi. So we could understand what was being said. This wedding will be remembered for two major things.

First will be Supreet. Supreet was the sakshi of the marriage. The pandit solemnised the marriage and made Supreet the sakshi. He thus shared the same pedestal as Lord Ganesh and Shiv and Parvati. Also the pandit cracked innumerable jokes on Supreet.

Second will be the faux pas that Dhamani made. When the vows were being exchanged, Dhamani was expected to take seven vows. After explaining the first vow, the pandit asked Dhamani if he accepted the vow. Hearing this, Dhamani went blank and mumbled, “What!” All of us started laughing aloud.

After the tearful vidaai we went home, were all very tired and slept off instantly on our beds.

14 December, After the wedding

We had slept at 6:00 AM, so we woke up at 2:00 PM. And what a beautiful afternoon it was.

It was sunny and chairs were laid in the lawn. We started the normal bhaat session. Nothing would have come between us and our bhaat, had Parang not come up with the promise of excellent food from the Rawat Mishtann Bhandar.

At the bhandaar, there was a palpable tension. After all, we, so many of us, had landed there. We ate some exotic rajasthani food. I don’t remember the names now. But it was delicious and was spicy and piping hot. Not to mention, there was also another very very sweet dish.

Now that we had had our appetizers, we went for the main course. All of us went inside a nearby restaurant.

Meanwhile, the much anticipated arrival of Pappu happened. As always, he was late. This time he was late by just one day. Excellent by his standards.

And then it happened!

We counted. And we found that there were six batches of students sharing table at same time.

Six consecutive batches from the same wing sharing the same table.

And it did not seem too awkward. Everybody knew everybody and was comfortable in the presence of everybody. The best part was that such a thing did not seem to be that big a deal. Pappu making it to Jaipur was the much bigger news.

After having our food, we went to Chokhi Dhaani –The good village.

At the entrance we were greeted with teeka on our forehead. Once inside, we had a taste of real authentic rajasthani village. We watched kathputli play, dance by village girls, and mehandi being drawn on females and also rode camels.

Then we discovered the merry-go-round. It was not run on electricity. Instead, there were workers who used the concepts of rotational motion much better than us. They balanced angular momentum to make the merry-go-round move.

However, there was one basic problem. Satvik was the first person who sat on the merry-go-round. As the workers were trying to balance angular momentum, they discovered that they had nothing to balance it against. Satvik weighed practically nothing. Now, they used their entire team to make weights and counter-weights. And the merry-go-round set rotating.

We also tried our hands at shooting, archery and dart-boarding, thereby discovering that none of us was good at anything.

We played live game of snake and ladders, which AaGa won. He somehow managed to escape the mandatory GPLs that come along with such victories.

We tried our hands at kanche. Parang and Jacko thoroughly rocked this game. Parang played it like a thorough village professional.

People crossed rivers on boats. Few of us watched a blacksmith shape metal. But the blacksmith got so frustrated by our incessant questioning that he left the spot then and there.

We, then, left for the make believe forest. As always happens before going to forests, we had to take our share of hukkah pleasure. Kamal smoked away to glory. And as always he had some funda on strawberry hukkah and the works. Inside the make-believe forest, we found a cave. And we crossed it. Nothing remarkable to be seen inside.

We were already very tired. So we went for the dinner.

It was an authentic Rajasthani fare, with bajre ki roti, tinde ki bhaji and the works. As always happens, Hari befriended the kitchen staff. Everyone was circling Hari. They even packed some food for him so that he could take that to Hyderabad.

After the food, we left back to our place in Jaipur. There people played 29 throughout the night in the room filled with smoke. Pappu was the reigning loser. He won Rs 16 and lost $150 million. This info overshadowed all information regarding the champion winner.

Meanwhile in the next room, people were trying to bhaat away throughout the night. This obviously did and happen ’coz everybody was too tired to bhaat. Even the normally energetic Sharat, who is always game for long bhaat session, dozed off.

15^th December, the Reception Day

This was the shopping day. People bought gifts for themselves, their families and their special someones. According to last estimates, Vaidya’s shopping bill crossed Rs 10000. On the other side was Thhakraal, who did not buy anything.

By the time people returned, it was night. So we started dressing impeccably in formals for the reception. There was the occasional quibbling for shaving space in the basin. There was also the obvious fretting for matching pair of socks. Also, the combs were in extremely short supply. And a hair gel was a luxury.

One batch left early for the reception. They locked a room when they were leaving. The idea was that when the other batch (which was getting ready) leaves, they would lock the other room.

One sad thing about plans is that they follow Murphy’s Law, which states that, “If anything can go wrong, it will go wrong”. So it happened with our little plan. As we locked one room, we had locked Jacko Da out in the bathroom. So when he came out, he had nothing to wear, except the towel that he was wearing. One of us ran back and rescued Jacko Da.

At the reception, the theme was blue. The backdrop was blue. The chairs were blue. The food stall was blue. Even a few lights were blue.

Talking about food stalls. One sad thing about eating in a marriage is that you have to eat on time. During the marriage AaGa and Bansal had missed that chance. So they had come determined to make-up for the hunger of the marriage night.

The evening started with dance numbers being performed by family members. And as everyone was having their snacks, Bansal went ahead and took his share of first meal. AaGa was more interested in peeing. He discovered the toilet and also distributed the hard earned knowledge about the location of the bathroom among his peers. Sharat soon utilized this knowledge to his advantage.

After Bansal finished his first round of food, he started the second round with all of us. We formed a big circle, ate the masala pasta and the main course. Satvik came armed with just a spoon, a la RK Hall super special dinners. A bite from here and a spoonful from there filled him. Throughout the dinner, an interesting banter was going on between Satvik, Hari and Dhamani’s Bhabhi.

The very extremely massively highly sad thing about fun trips is that they end. And when they end, you don’t feel like going back to reality. You want time to stay still and the happy moments to continue. You want to arrive at the instant again and again. You cherish those moments. You watch the photos and videos to feel good. You read blogs to relive those days. You talk to each other about those days. But sadly, those days themselves, get over.

So, the Jaipur trip was coming to a close. And we bid Dhamani good-bye. We had to leave to continue our lives.

Most importantly, Thank You Dhamani for giving us such magical days.

Code 911(contd…)

2005-11-30T02:45:00.000-08:00

After hailing the jackopower totally, let me start this new post.

All the individuals and events are real and supported by documentary evidence. Any relation to any individual, living or dead is purely intentional.

The sound of door banging awakened Aaga from his deep kingly slumber of 12 hours. “What was that?” was his initial reaction. It did not take him long figure out that the object of his disturbance was a Kshitij member who had come to get the winter posters approved.

Distraught he was with anger at the member, he decided to disturb a few more slumbers. Talking of slumbers, the first person that comes into mind is Thhakraal. A surprise of surprises, Thhakraal was wide awake and was discussing some important issue with Arish Inam. The moment Aaga came into view, they went silent. Something was wrong.

Something was definitely amiss.

After a lot of cajoling and promises of booze Arish spoke out in secret. And thus the story of Code 911 began.

Code 911 is a secret organization working for humanity. Among its various objectives the most prominent is doing industry grade research to find out the ways to spend time. It is said that one of its various achievements is trying to play 29 when you are drunk. People also have discovered this unique dish to eat and while away time …chicken stew and bread. Among its various active esteemed members were Pushpendra Kumar, Prakhar Gupta, Satvik Sarvade, Bharat Dravid, Rakesh Dhamani, Hari Radhe Shyam, Rohit Singh, Sarath Chandran, Shashank Mohan Aggarwaal….the list is endless. Currently the most prominent researcher is Sourabh Bansal. His earth shattering topic is RFID that can be implemented in ERP using CRM, whatever that means.

Coming back to our story. So Arish tells Aaga about the new sponsored research project that has been awarded to the Code 911. He is made to sign the “Non-Disclosure Agreement (NDA)”. Among the conditions of the NDA, one is never ever to e-mail any of the information. He can pass on the information to a blogger though.

So this new project deals with rescue operation. Swapnil has recently lost his calculator. Kamakal that he is, he can’t find it. So the job is handed over to the very able hands of Code 911.

First stop D-201. The room defines the word mess. They started digging through the debris. The first breakthrough is early. They discover a calculator belonging to SAS which was lost about 6 months ago. Inspired by the success, Arish solicited the services of Pappu and Channo. They keep digging. And digging and digging. To no avail. Channo got frust, kicked Arish and then killed some players in CS.

Next Stop D-202. By the sounds that was coming out, someone was getting killed. The matter was serious. Prakhar was asked to break the door. And it was broken. And then did people realize that the gunshots were coming from Quake on chacha’s compu. Chacha was mad that people broke his door. How would he ever shag again? Aaga expressed his deep condolences and as a result of that got a nice GPL. “Saale ek to mera darwaaza turwa diya aur upar se mera mazaak udaane ke liye mere ko condolences de raha hai…maa chuda”.

Next room D-203: Supreet was busy with his mistress, his laptop that is. He was having difficulty dividing his attention between Rapidshare.de and the Code. So Aaga promptly switched off, Supreet’s laptop. And then they talked. And they talked and talked and talked. Supreet even offered the code his expertise in tweaking firefox. With a happy heart, they went out. And then they realized that they had not checked Supreet’s room for calculator. But then they thought they would do it later.

Obviously D-204 comes next: The door is wide ajar and SAS is happy that the Code 911 dug out his calculator. The code is welcomed with a hug and a free bandi with whom you can chat dirty. They talk happily. It was then that Prakhar realized that SAS was being extremely glib. Arish spoke diplomatically, “SAS, the code is looking for another calculator”. “Great, all the best to you”, was SAS’s remark. “Can we, er, have a look in your room?. ”No”. “OK”. As they leave the room, pappu marks SAS on the suspect list.

In D-205:Thhakraal is extremely worried. After all, he was the person last seen with the calculator. He happily gives permission to dig in his room. Promptly his bed is moved. His chair taken out. Shelf emptied and the contents strewn on floor. His comp is dismantled. But they did not find anything. Funnily though, observed Arish, that even after all this messing up, Thhakral’s room did not look much different from what it looked before it was disorganized.

D-206: Bansal is busy in his RFID/GPS, CRM, ERP, ABCD, I DON’T KNOW, ETC.

D-207: Malpani is the hall president and does not want his room scanned. Suspiciously, SAS is again seen in this room with Maalu. “Are SAS and Maalu in this together?”, thought Aaga. And he also sees a suspiciously lying calculator over there on the table. He leaps. SAS tries to stop him. But he overpowers SAS. Arish holds a burning cigarette near Maalu’s cheek so that he does not move. Situation is tense. SAS caught Aaga. Aaga hit SAS on his crotch. SAS fell down. Pappu kept him pinned and shouted “WWF Smackdown”. Aaga retrieved the calculator. That was the wrong calculator. It belonged to Parang. SAS and Maalu were planning to use it to cheat in their next exam. That was why both SAS and Maalu were so secretive about it.

D-208: Aaga’s room. Not to be checked.

D-209: Parang’s room. They did not need to enter it. They could hear the moaning sounds of a female coming out from the room. Obviously it was Sylvia Saint at work.

D-210: Ajay Modani. The room with yellow walls and nature posters. Modani welcomed the Code. They discussed the details. His room had to be scanned. And it was scanned. They found a few boxes of marwari churmuri dishes. They ate to their heart’s content. And fell down to sleep. When :Pappu woke up, he found it was evening. Were they drugged? Was Modani responsible? Just to keep things simple, they caught Modani, and locked him up in his room till the case was solved.

D-211: Tripathi’s room. Tripathy wasnot home. So on Aaga’s instruction, they started scanning his room. After much hard work and desperation, they found the calculator on the empty table. It was always in Tripathy’s room!! Case solved.

Code 911, again saves the day and finds another way to pass time.

Oh and by the way, Modani’s room’s locks were opened. As he came out, he hit Aaga and broke his chair. He also hit Prakhar and he would have fallen down, had Arish not held him.

Here and Now!

2005-08-14T09:00:00.000-07:00

I was chatting with one of my non-Daring FeW friends. As, I mentioned about this bolg, he asked, “Where and when do you plan to write the next article?”

So this is my answer.

Here and Now.

Here because it is about this place, i.e. kgp. And now because it is about about the present affairs. Now, lets get down to business straightaway.

Jacko Da and Rosso Da had turned up for the convo. And what a trip it was. Yes Rosso da has changed a bit. He is on the way of successfully becoming a “dude”. The “koi faayda hai” has given way to “value add”. And CS has given way to “BS”. CS incidentally is “Counter Strike”, whereas “BS” is “Behavioral Sciences”. Jacko da is still the good old Jacko Da. He still is normally found silent, speaking only when absolutely required. He is having a pretty easygoing life. His job is also very good. Chat for a month and then get paid for it.

As far as the convo goes, Jacko da and Rosso da arranged for their photographs to be taken when they were getting the degree. There also is a questionnaire given in which one is supposed to suggest the positive changes that should be brought in kgp. Rosso da suggested that attendance should be made compulsory and the vacation duration should be reduced. Now, I guess ppl can understand how deep the water of change has been.

As for the party, we had it almost daily. Thursday night they came at around 12:30. So we wnet to Aunty’s (a new eatery near Chhedis). Friday night, we had a daru party. The second years were also invited. They were made to dance. Trust me they dance good. Satvik you have competetion in that department at least. Saturday we had a pretty lavish dinner in Garden Inn.

Thank You Jacko da and Rosso da.

Meanwhile on the other front, Tripathy pinned SASso down in friendly bout of wrestling. He has been hiding ever since. Has been preparing pretty hard or CAT. Ishu chacha is also on his way. He is reading books by dozens. Has already finished the entire Harry Potter series. Bonzi’s P.C. is not working. So bonzi is finally attending all the classes; even the 7:30 ones. Maalu is madly in love with Aditi and the hall. Nothing much has changed there. Thakral sleeps 12 hours a day. Supreet has got a new business. He is running Carreer Launcher here. He has already made a neat 2500 bucks for himself till now. Parang is either busy with his assignements or is arranging for a boy to arrange a girl for him. Modani and his dept. He is pretty jobless now. So he is utiling his time to infuse some vitality in the Tech G.C. scene in R.K.

Me? I am writng this blog.

I guess that will be it. Next bulletin will be out pretty soon.

Till then

Good Bye.

Eight Men On A Boat

2005-03-29T08:30:00.000-08:00

Eight men on a boat
(with all due respect to Jerome K Jerome)
First the title. Jerome K Jerome happens to be the writer of the extremely successful novel “Three men on a boat”. So here I give my due apologies to the right person.

Bansal was idling his time away. Generally he is not found doing anything more worthwhileJ. Malpani barges into his, I mean their, room and announces, “We are off to Sunderbans in the holi holidays”. And thus began the great expedition to explore the mouth of Ganges that Sunderbans is.

Quite a few of us missed on the fun of Sunderbans. I, for one, had to leave for home, because mom had called and she was insisting that I should be there for holi. Excuses apart, it was some experience that we missed. Here I write from whatever little info I could gather about the whole trip.

“SASso. Move that fat ass. Get moving. The train leaves KGP at 8:23 AM. It is already 8:10”, Dhamani blasted. And they managed to hold themselves together and boarded the taxi. On coming they find that the puri gate railway crossing is down. They start praying. And then the taxi driver comes to the rescue. They reached just in time to board the train. Things that Alistair Mc Lean thrillers are made of.

Our band of friends reaches kolkata. And the favourite haunt of every kgpian is reached. The Inox theatre is not deserted even if it is holi. And our daring few lot, watch Constantine. Thakral instantly dozes off. Thank God for small mercies. He did not snore. When the lot comes out, Maalu gets cento abt the movie and others humbug it.

Then they were off to Canning by train. It was night and they could not get the boat. So they get back to pavilion that is Kolkata. Next morning they again rush to canning.

In Canning, the difficult ritual of bargaining begins. Dhamani again comes to rescue. As a marwari, dhamani is well versed in the scriptures of bargaining. And he thus manages to reduce the fairs from 5800/- only to 3700/- only.

The boatman makes them believe that they could get something to eat in the posh Basanti Island. What they find there is barren land with a few cockroaches and a few insects to devour. As expected, Dhamani again comes to rescue. He manages bread and bhujia and they manage to eat and thus stay alive. Night was spent in Pakhirala Island. It was again deserted. They had to rent a stove and water to cook some Maggi. This time modani saves the day..oops night.
Sleeping is one blissful moment. People dream of sleeping with Supermodels. Others dream of sleeping on a comfortable mattress. Still others like me, sleep to dream. But very few have slept on a cramped boat anchored in the middle of nowhere. So this was one memorable sleep.

And then next morning breakfast in SajjenKhali island. Then off to watch tower in SudarshanKhali.
The real adventure began when they got to DonoKhali. The farthest island it is. It is also the confluence of five rivers. And therefore they had all chances of toppling. Only PD(one of our friends from Nehru) and Bansal knew abt this. Naturally their face had that psyched out look. Others, unaware of the mortal danger they faced, were having fun. Whenever a wave came others thought of it as a joy ride in the theme park “Aquatica”. PD and Bansal’s face, however, got even more twisted which each passing wave. Both of them ended up looking like a twisted marvel of nature…just kiddingJ. As if this was not enough, they saw finger cutting crabs. By this time PD and Bansal were hopelessly psyched out to think anything else.
In their return, there was low tide, so the boat got stuck. They had to walk in the swamps. These swamps were slippery and deep. So they had to pull up their trousers. A snake slithered in front of PD’s feet. Thakral would have stepped on it and had got bitten, had PD not informed him in time. So this time PD saved the day…I mean thakral.
Finally the lot managed to reach the shore.
The human mind has this constant fear of the unknown. And so when this lot looking like clowns reached the inhabited area, the inhabitants had never seen anything like it. So they started pelting stones on the lot. OK OK OK…I made up the last line myself. But clowns they were definitely looking like!! On the island they find that the inhabitants are light years ahead of IITians when it comes to technology. They, wonder of wonders, see a mechanised three wheeled rickshaw capable of carrying at least 8 ppl. So they reached Boat-Ghar in hopes to get dingha to reach Canning. Low tide again played spoilsport.
And so the Daring FeW crossed the mighty Hooghly on foot!!

Thereafter they reach Howrah at 8:04 PM to catch the 8:05 PM train.

After reaching KGP the lot thanks their stars for reaching back home. Alive and in single piece.

pratham blogaya namah!!!

2005-03-09T05:21:00.000-08:00

This is a story of a few friends. A few friends who were daring. A few friends who were called "Daring FeW". We will keep the story simple, following the best traditions of the soft art of storytelling.

At exactly 22.2 degree north and 87.2 degree east on earth, is a small sleepy town called Kharagpur. This small sleepy town houses a big wide awake institution. An institution that has a few student hostels. All these hostels have a wing. This is the story of a few daring friends in one of those wings. RKDFW. Radha Krishnan D-First West to the uninitiated.

These friends gave the fabled Joint Entrance Examination of IIT. They came out with flying colours. And as destiny would have it, they landed in this RKDFW. This story has just begun.

There is this newbie who has just come to RKDFW. His first reaction was "What!! My room seems the last room in the entire IIT. It is as good not being inside IIT." Yes this was room D-201. He found that his room was cramped. Three people were supposed to live in a room meant for only two. As if this was not enough, this newbie faces the hardships of OP (guys we all know what it is). But this turns out to be his trial by fire. A trial which actually molded the soft plastic this newbie was.

Days passed, months passed. And one felt that indeed time moves faster than light. The newbie learnt that to live in a crowded room, one does not need space in room; one needs space in heart. Suddenly all his problems evaporated. Suddenly everything seemed so perfect. Everyone seemed so affectionate. So loving.

There were moments of crisis. Moments of despair when the newbie felt very very down. But here again the daring few came to rescue. Guiding like a guiding stick to the blind. Counseling, talking, hitting, scolding, praising...basically all the varied human emotions possible.

Time did not stop. It kept moving. And along with time the newbies were becoming oldies. Soon enough the day came when the oldest oldies had to leave. They had to pursue their life. But they left a part of them in here at 22.2 degree north and 87.2 degree east in RKDFW. A part that will always remain. And a part that will continue to enrich each of the DaringFeW friends. A part which they can’t take away. A part which they will not like to take away. And when all these parts some together, the whole will become greater than the sum of parts.

P.S. This story does not end here. This story can not end! This story will be repeated over and over again. FOREVER!