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In the chaotic realm of Crescent’s Christmas party, where gulab jamuns steal the spotlight, students embark on a culinary mission, diligently sorting into groups to bring home-cooked delights. Forget the fashion fuss; our real anxiety lies in the fate of those precious jamuns. Sharing isn’t about profound ideas but the chaotic potluck of preferences.
The gift exchange unfolds like a cinematic drama. Secret Santa is no secret, and the lucky recipient becomes the chocolate hero armed with a Nestle Milkybar that bluntly reads ‘Eat It.’ Destiny, it seems, is intricately woven into the fabric of white chocolate bars, turning a mere gift into a cosmic sign from the universe.
As the party wraps up, we’re not just a bunch of kids with our teachers; we’re a squad of comedians navigating the absurd Crescentian Chronicles, with ridiculous gift dilemmas and the everlasting sweetness of bad gulab jamuns over bad English paper marks. After all, we are the generation that gave Karan Johar his first hit, leaving behind a trail of laughter, chaos, and sugary goodness.
Let me begin with a cliched story —> Bharat was bright student, always topped his class, tutored his batch mates, never held pride in it. He was studious to the point others idolised him. Soon he was in his life deciding year of 12th std, the dreadful pitstop of life where the exams decide his …
Regardless of the history of Arsenal defeating Burnley in the last minute over since Burnley’s rise to the premier league, and that Alexis Sanchez has always either scored or assisted in those last minute wins, it still is nerve racking to watch a last minute penalty , three points at stake over a single kick …
