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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.
जब ता’लीम का वक़्त था, हम मोहब्बत में मसरूफ़ थे, दुनिया-दारी सीख न पाए, बस बहते ही रह गए, कोई मसला नहीं, क्यूंकि जब वक़्त आया, तो तुम्हींने दुनिया-दारी सीखा दी, काश मै अच्छा तालिब-इल्म ना होता, माद्दियत से बच कर अपनी रूहकी मा’सूमियत महफ़ूज़ रख पाता, मोहब्बत में मसरूफ़, अंटा-ग़फ़ील, मख़्मूर, बेवक़ूफ़, यही हमारी …
The basic theme of Ready Player One has potential. We have all read newspaper reports about couples immersed in games like Age of Empires, Fortnite etc.forgetting to attend their own babies. (https://www.theguardian.com/world/2010/mar/05/korean-girl-starved-online-game)However, we have treated such deep level involvement in games as aberrations. RP1 turns this on its head and imagines a society where everyone …
