An Ode to Costanza
Two years of travelling together in the same cab; the cheery days of blissful bakar; the animated evenings of ardent, hearty laughter; her frenzied calling and waving out every other evening as I kept gorging on the aloo bonda while the cab was leaving; turning my back on the numerous tales of us…
Alluring portraits of her, of the cab, of us together, vivid warm nostalgia, among other things makes me realize George Costanza certainly wasn’t the most slow-witted after all!
Happy Birthday, my Friend 
PS Today also happens to be Appa’s birthday! .
PPS. Continuing with the awesomeness of our insti, here goes: A certain frustrated constantly rambling old Mech. Prof gets irritated with this certain overtly talkative girl and warns- “The next time you open your mouth, we’ll have to make out!”
Someone seems to have had a teeny weeny crush!! Oops, did I see teeny weeny?
*say
What a stupid comment, Krownoz. Since when did you become part of Lady Gaga’s lineage?
Raghav, Happy B’Day to your appa, and to her.
How does you comment on such posts? Tell me sometime da…
@Shreyas: Why, why Janice of all people? BTW, there s this one episode in Sienfeld in which Janice makes a guest appearance, and she s the same whiny and all…
@Arun: Thank You da
@Kondy: Blogrolls of people’s blog made me way too guilty of totally abandoning my blog for over a month. And then I was random that day, plus some other stories (which i shall tell sometime else) resulted on this post