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उठा उठा हो सगळालीक रविवार सकळची वेळ , ” ऐ गणु , अरे चम्पक, वाटाण्या, रताळ्या (ही भाजीपाला मार्केटची नव्हे तर मित्रांची टोपण नाव) अरे मंगू उठा की रे लेका ” योग्या तनानंला, रविवार आहे तरी पहाटे पहाटे दहा वाजता हा का उडतोये बघायला राजा कशी बशी झोप आवरत नम्र पणे बोलला, “अरे गाढवा घुडग्यावर …
During the rewatch, my mind wandered into exploring two questions about the human condition – What is attachment? And What is human motivation? For exploring attachment, we can look at the relationship between ‘Joe’ and ‘Joi.’ The fact that ‘Joe’ is himself a replicant (‘K’), his attachment with a completely virtual creation (‘Joi’) is enlightening. …
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.
