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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.
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 …
Ship of Theseus is the one film and the only film where I was part of an audience which gave a standing ovation after the movie ended. It seemed ridiculous at the time, but I guess it very moving for many people. The slow and subtle film however was surprisingly enduring, and a couple of …
