Many stars from the days of old...

Were what descended upon NSIT yesternight... Alumni Dinner et al.

Back to good old NSIT we all were, with the flavour of the ever-effervescent Moksha being an added bonus. In the midst of being called upon to judge events (read reliving the sweet, eternal judge-hunt travails of yesteryears) and watching one's own at the helm all around, one spent those few, distinct moments that one can look back on, and safely move to the folder named "Special".

Going insane with the people that had been one's partners-in-crime for the major part of 4 years;
jumping, singing, hugging away without a care to the world
sitting under the wisdom tree in a gentle state of self voiding slowness;
capturing a shot of a muse leaving the room into untouchable light;
shouting oneself senseless at the oooooo-sum wind tunnel;
EVERYthing, was put together, in a rare orchestration of the elements, arranged in a manner that can evoke the most amazing emotions, today, yesterday, and tomorrow.

The more one speaks of it, the more cliched it becomes.
Thus, I shall refrain from doing so.
What must remain, must remain in the one place it matters most.

Here's to that, and all that makes the crop what it is.

Cheers!