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Everybody in this World categorise their ideas into two, viz. something they believe or agree to and something they don’t. In similar way people choose their friends. Everyone befriend only those people whom they like and have some common ideas to share.  Exceptionally, it happens such that you  are in a close knitted strongly bound group and they are not just friends but like your family members.. then even though you do not agree with someone’s thinking, you’ll end up having a great relationship with that person. Same is the case of me and Krishna. I guess no other person in SAS-9 might have fought with Krishna so vigorously as I did. He used to tell me his sister and I definitely treated him as my brother. I have slammed (criticised) him every single time when I disagreed to what he said. Well, Krishna being eldest amongst us, was definitely more experienced and wise than us and during the course he has not missed a single opportunity to correct us whenever he felt us doing an

I sometimes wonder how boring the course would have been if Turro did not enrol.  Turro is meteorologist from Mongolia. And yes! Hydrologist too. He is the coolest among all the SAS-9 guys. Though the course has already ended 15 days before, I am writing everything in present tense because I have still not been able to come out of the SAS-9 phase. I feel like I still have to return to hostel and my stay at home is just a short visit. So friends please overlook the grammatical errors. Coming back to my friend Turro.. Hmmm.. the reason behind why It took me so long to write about him is that I’ve so much to write about him and comprising it all in a blog is quite a challenge for me.   I asked him one day, what is that one thing which he’ll never forget about India and he replied that he’ll never forget the beautiful big eyes of Indians. But lemme confess my side of story. I find Turro’s eyes most expressive (sometimes scary). He literally talks with his eyes. Initially he had s

I always knew the consequences of getting more attached to people and places on this planet. On 1 st May’15 which was my last day at ISRO Residence, I had no plans to knock friends’ doors at 1:00 pm in afternoon to bid a final goodbye. All friends who were still in the hostel were busy packing for their departure back to their homes. I was not willing to disturb them. But all my efforts of sneaking out silently went in vain when chigsee saw me putting my bags in the car. At once she came downstairs and helped me with my luggage. Following the noise, all friends came out of their rooms. That is what I wanted to avoid... The last hugs with teary eyes. Chigsee had put on sunglasses.. may be to hide her tears but I came to know her pain of getting apart when she hugged me very tightly. Odko almost lifted me up. DP, her mum and her sisy, turro .. all were there. I broke down and once I start crying there is no end. I started cursing DP for making me cry but deep inside I knew nobody has