“Truth emerges more readily from error than from confusion” –Francis Bacon The effectiveness of electrical research increased as it became more and more articulate, because it got a direction after Franklin’s work. Franklin’s work reduced the need for “electricians” to re-emphasize the fundamentals, because after his work they were convinced that they were on the …
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.
Watching this series, I learned a new term, ‘limited-series.’ You see, we had two distinctions with stories on the screen, to begin with. One was at a three-hour-long format called the Movie. When stories were ‘too long to fit in a movie format, we had the serial — Typically, thirteen or twenty-six half-hour episodes telecasted …