Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime
I took a heavenly ride through silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life
You just have got to see this! He is - the one and only - Makkadman!
Time and again I have been at the receiving end of A(rna)b’s vernacular idiosyncrasies and eccentricities. For a long time, longer than it should have been, I had believed that A(rna)b faked it, that he must realise the usual puns behind his expressions at some level. The incident yesterday, however, has put an end to whatever hope that I might have had in this regard.
After the successful conclusion of Fiesta Mathematica, the core organizing committee kept a small party at Shakes & Creams. In spite of my dramatic and eventful life in C**, I was hardly prepared for all that transpired over the course of two hours that we were together. It has been sometime now, and I have finally been able to interpret the events in the light of what followed afterwards. Here is a brief recounting of the party (complete with photographs) for those who weren’t there.
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