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“I HATE it when a season ends in a cliff-hanger! Don’t the producers understand that we binge-watch for a resolution, not for continuance! If we can wait a year for the next part, can’t we just wait a week for the next episode, why binge watch, why release all episodes at once?” I ranted out …
across the board, many have praised this sitcom, for its far reaching effects in changing social understanding of issues like Gay marriage. However from an Indian perspective the series is plain funny. As an Indian audience, Star World has a special place, for the pure work it does, for filtering content before bringing it to …
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.
