Emergence Football is in a continuous flux, Just as Arsenal, Manchester United, Liverpool threatened to become permanent top clubs, with the odd Leeds, Newcastle, Chelsea, in competition for fourth place, we had the Abramovich era which changed the landscape. The La Liga has stagnated under the dominance of Real, Barca and Athletico, rendering most of …
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.
Cassandras of the world carry the age-long curse; nobody believes them. Leonardo Di Caprio and Jennifer Lawrence are the modern-day Cassandras in 'Don't Look Up.' As research scientists exploring the cosmos, they discover a new asteroid. The elation of having a celestial named after them turns sour when they calculate that the asteroid is headed …