Every semester has its routine of fun, work, fun, work, fun, work with work eventually taking a stranglehold on its closest competitor and wiping out any trace of that element called fun in the last week especially that which is also called end term examinations. 

With that sense of deja vu did we all shift our rooms to the ground floor at the beginning of this semester but what it turned out just cannot be equalled by any past experiences and can only be beaten by experiences that the future will churn out from its depths. Srinivas Vishven, came into what could be called the biggest shock of his life. He opened his room to mounds and mounds of dust and with his stuff giving Abhay's and mine company in the Corridor of Excellency, had a tough time cleaning and setting up his room infact was the last to set his room up if my memory serves right. Gupte Aditya Milind, the man moved into a room filled with coolers, around 5 coolers found shelter in His Imperial Majesty's Room. Anirudh Kapoor, the man opened his room to be covered with that fine sheet of dust and ofcourse with a spot or two where he could put his feet in a room otherwise filled or rather dumped with stuff to which Abhay and I could lay claim. Debapratim Ray, a little less dumping but loads n loads of dust was what he was welcomed to. Shreyansh Mardia, this ass stayed for a day or two after the end of last term and had his room cleaned and decently set up so he walked in to a room like any other in college but the Shenanigans of the Ground Floor ;) . And what was left of the floor was Abhay Pratap Singh and me, S. Srinivasan, two men whi didnt know what to expect in the room as it was vacated after we left college and safely locked and all our stuff assembled in the hallowed corridors of the Ground Floor.

To me this was a very very memorable semester and I guess it was surely for you all too guys, a bond that I never ever thought I would share with someone in college I do share now with you all. To sum it all up as I have always said, it cant be called a floor in the hostel, it just is a huge room with some partitions in it, so would say those common t-shirts, deodorants, conditioners, shampoo, food etc etc etc...

Bumpat - Yeah, the new derivative of Bum P, courtesy Pranav. That massive godown of food :D ... I really cherish those secret raids that so many of us conducted so many times on that room of urs and cant forget the so many times that we left you squirming on the floor after the Floor tradition had been fulfilled. The Darya - Bum P duels are something that I think the Floor couldnt have done with. The super smasher of hand tennis. Can we forget the times that Bum P's dad was in town, the emergency clean up operations and the hours of scrubbing Bansal's hot plate and vessels.

Adi - The fakir, not so much for his knowledge but for his appearance definitely, that ragged cargos, unkempt beard and the shaggy hair. Oh! not to forget the honourable HMC of our floor who recorded the maximum complaints for faulty jets in the floor or ofcourse the dirty loos courtesy bad bad PG's of our floor. The man to go for whatever you want, exemplified by the comment by the anonymous first year come with sutta for collecting your outpasses. I owe it to this man more than anyone else for this sem being as memorable as it was and it shall ever be :) And ofcourse how can I forget my everlasting study partner, the man who will sit and listen to my rambling even if I am studying for Logic or Ethics where both of us none better. The man who can sacrifice the beard he loves so much for friends.

Ani - The God in every respect, God of FIFA, God of Virtua Tennis, God of Hand Tennis, God of Corridor Cricket, God of Academics, most importantly God for all those Gods of the Ground Floor :P . Ani, Anirudh, Kapoorani, Kapsa, persona par excellence, he is wit of the floor personified. More times than not has the floor rolling on the floor laughing about something or the other. The Boston Legal Freak who tries his hand at everything and can come up with the most imaginative differences between insurgency and terrorism :D :D. Whatever said and done the nerd at heart surfaces time and again in Ani, as everyone hunts for the Ani he might emerge suddenly from the two temples of learning 310@AA or 219@MCS only to take part in the fun as if he was always there. The bogey mailer of the floor.

Debra - Debra, the tag that has hung on to him courtesy Amar Singh but nothing can still beat the Sweetie of the floor ;). The man who still hunts for his clothes in that massive pile of clothes on his table and bed and the man who really destiny blessed by turning that page on his notebook as Muksa raided the Hallowed Corridors of Fame. The Bad Boy of the Floor who never studies except after 12 midnight on the day before the exam and who can get angry at the drop of a pin too and he needs that something to go and shit apart from his book and that handwash that he carries and that wonderful dance he performs at various places to get it :P. The super dancer of the floor and the Bengali that arose after Dada's retirement. The biggest victim yet of Anirudh's bogey mails.

Mardia - The stud Dj of the floor. The only man in all this earth that the floor dies to imitate as can cry the various photos on various birthdays especially the one clicked on Adi's birthday. The last soul to be corrupted and to fall in line with the floor. THe man who comes with his impeccable one liners, well not so one- liners call them stud dialogues which immediately make their way to the myriad status message bars of the floor and elicit laughter from the whole college. The super dancer who held the college's breath single handedly in the cultural week and Boston Legal freak next to Ani only. One great quality about Mardia which has to be appreciated is his impeccable ability to do the right thing at the wrong time. Agreed you have to study a subject once you get bad marks in it but then you dont study it on the day u get ur papers but the day before ur next test please. DJ PJ is really unbeatable, the entertainment factor as the floor plays cricket and tennis with both his back pain and soober doober music.

Coming now to the Manchester United Corner of the floor, Ladies and Gentlemen presenting to you The All-Round Guide to Effective Placements at the end of Five Years at Law School - Abhay. Never can a day go by without talking placements or internship. One Man Utd freak like I have never seen before apart from me. Slowest of the Slow returns in tennis giving Darya terrific competition. A stacked up book shelf and the genius mooter whom Mukul Shastry cites as an authority in class while teaching Murder. The first man who stood up for me in this place. You always have a special place in my life Dear Friend, for the various things we have done together and we shall ;) (Stay away naughty perverts).  

Whatever said and done, nothing of this scale would hav been possible without ppl like Bagda, Pranav, Sunny, Aman, Darya and all you people out there...

Oh yeah how can I forget that mighty Rat which forced us to keep our doors shut for a few days, till that F**k Off Rat attitude came in after that holocaust in Abhay's room :D

To sum it all up, whatever said and done as Ani said earlier SAMDAAB + BPADS = Awesome!!!!

Happy Birthday Abhay!! :)