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A day in d life of a BITSian....

Hello folks...m back nw wit sum more cool happenings in our college lyf...
Below is d unofficial wedding ceremony of tarosh(white shirt) and Anurag(topless)...dont ask who's d bride 'coz evn i dont knw...it was d happiest day of Tarosh's lyf...
And here v hav myslf sleeping in d lecture theatre...n no, i m not drunk....
Here v hav d dostana betn Anurag n myslf....I just cudnt resist his pink cheeks...

here v hav one of our hostel mates,Harshvardhan, begging to us for some work n fud :)

Asati thinks dat he can luk cool by sitting on sum1 else's bike just 4 a pic.
And here v hav asati holding d earth still while i was googling away d solution to all my problms :P
And here I m there juggling a broken bicycle like a juvenille.....dat bike was a part of Junkyard Contraption, an event in our technical festival,QUARK.....


Now here r d 2 coolest dudes one can ever sight ona bike dat doesnt belong 2 thm....in front theres me n Tarosh is pillion...

Damn! I m gud!


Tarosh trying to get d basics of bike-riding on an R15....
So guys,dat was a post of our casual past-time activities....plz comment on hw u wud lyk to improve dis blog...dat wud only help us make it a better place to interact n share our lives....
Till d nxt time
C ya.









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