What?

This semester has been the fastest. And the worst.

After three semesters, I guess I can now state that it's getting worse with each semester. I have started caring lesser too.

It's the first placement season at my institute and every other guy seems to be caring more about CGPAs and CVs. I have stopped giving a damn. Or have I?

I will do what I want to do. What I like to do. What I feel like doing. I refuse to turn into a machine.

End-sem exams are bringing it up again- What the hell do I really want? WHAT?

Don't get me wrong. Nothing happened at my college. It's still awesome. Most of the subjects are awesome too. Just don't appreciate the system and myself and this time.

I need a break. Just one more week to go.

Pssst- Will be at the starting line of Airtel Delhi Half Marathon in 6 hours. Should be real fun.

Every 30 minutes

Did you know that around 70% of India lives on less than Rs. 20 per day? I didn't.

The average rate of suicide by farmers is one every 30 minutes.

45% of rural India's children are malnourished compared to around 25% in sub-Saharan Africa.

Most "important" government decisions like creating highly subsidized SEZs and considering airline bailouts (of the tune of Rs.6-7k crore) are for the top 1% of the population. They may affect the remaining 30% of us to some degree but what about the rest 70%? A single crore can save lives of lots of uneducated villagers.

Not the best time to be an Indian.

An eye-opening interview:

I love and hate Critical Reading lectures at the same time.

Hitched

Sister got hitched last week! It was a big fat Indian wedding and we had a ton of fun. It's amazing how much work goes into these things and how they finish in a jiffy.

But it was all worth it in the end. Returning back to college was a huge pain.

Some pictures ensue.

From wearing kurtas to suiting up, I wore some new clothes:

There was a mehandi ceremony in which a surprisingly large number of people from my family danced.

All cousins stayed up after the mehendi and sangeet ceremony to prepare a dance for the engagement the next day. Two of my cousins made us rehearse till 7 am. 

Imagine around 20 children in all shapes and sizes in a large hall. There were complaining neighbors, tickling sisters, flying pillows. Also there was a LOT of laughing for those who were witnessing us rehearse.

Speaking of the dance, it went fairly okay after just 6-7 hours of practice, considering the fact that most of us thought that dancing meant moving your limbs wherever and however you can till the song is loud.

Some pictures of the dance:

I did not realize how punjabi weddings include so much of lifting people. I lifted at least thrice during different ceremonies.

This guy was all what-the-hell first and then lifted me later:

I am behind my cousins here, lending my muscle power discreetly to lift my sister:

There was also a shoe-hiding game in which we won after around 15 people climbed on the groom's sister:

The Canadian girl in the background is going all WTF.

Photographers also click awkward and cliched poses of the bride and groom. I liked a particular one:

And to end, there was a nice picture of me with my cousins in our best clothes: