This article was composed by me for my college magazine. For obvious reasons, it was not accepted. So all you sutta lovers...enjoy
Statutory Warning: Cigarette Smoking is Injurious to Health
Smoking is bad for you. Anyone who has watched TV or gone to health class knows this. But everyone also knows that cheeseburgers are bad for you and continue to scarf them down. The benefits of cheeseburgers are obvious: delicious, juicy, hearty taste. What are the benefits of smoking? All you hear about all day is why you shouldn't smoke, and how bad it is for your health. Then why is everyone smoking in the first place, and how do smokers come up with thousands of reasons not to quit.
The dangers of smoking cigarettes are often greatly exaggerated while the benefits are downplayed. Now, smoking cigarettes is certainly bad for you physically overall, but the threat of diseases such as lung cancer or emphysema are made out to be worse than they actually are. Surprisingly, the tobacco plant appears to have more to offer our bodies than a guarantee of certain death. Although the health benefits of smoking are far outweighed by the many very dire risks, tobacco may provide alternative relief or prevention for some diseases in certain individuals.
The most fascinating and widely recognized health benefit of smoking is its ability to seemingly alleviate symptoms of mental illnesses, including anxiety and schizophrenia. The treatment of schizophrenia isn't the only positive effect that nicotine has on the brain. A series of very interesting studies from multiple academic sources confirms that the risk of Parkinson's disease and Alzheimer's disease is surprisingly higher in non-smokers than in smokers. Compared to people who had never smoked and were considered to have ''normal'' Parkinson's disease risk, former smokers had a 22-percent lower risk of Parkinson's disease and current smokers had a 73-percent lower risk. But as Evan L. Thacker from Harvard School of Public Health puts it, ''it is not our intent to promote smoking as a protective measure against Parkinson's disease, obviously smoking has a multitude of negative consequences. Rather, we did this study to try to encourage other scientists...to consider the possibility that neuro-protective chemicals may be present in tobacco leaves.''
The University of Melbourne confirmed the claims made by many smokers that tobacco itself is a strong appetite suppressant, and many use it to self-treat compulsive overeating disorders or obesity. Many smokers experience weight loss and decreased appetite after they begin smoking.
Cigarette smoking has also been linked to a decrease in risk of certain inflammatory disorders, since nicotine itself appears to be an anti-inflammatory agent. The department of gastroenterology at the University Hospital of Wales conducted a number of in-vitro studies to confirm and explain the decreased risk in ulcerative colitis (a potentially severe digestive disorder) in individuals who smoke cigarettes. Perhaps most shockingly, tobacco smoke's anti-inflammatory effects may actually provide some benefits to children who are exposed to secondhand smoke. While this is certainly not worth at-home experimentation, one astonishing study conducted in Sweden observed two generations of Swedish children and found that the children of smokers had lower rates of allergic rhinitis, allergic asthma, atopic eczema, and food allergies.
For lung cancer specifically, as long as you quit smoking before your cells turn cancerous, then you are basically in no danger. Once you quit smoking it takes only three days for the cilia in your respiratory system to start regenerating and in turn the cilia once again start to protect your lungs from harmful pollutants. The cilia normally return to their full functioning capacity about six months after quitting smoking. This shows that the effect that smoking has on your body is largely reversible, assuming that you quit before you actually have malignant cancer cells.
A study printed in 2001 by Michael Houlihan showed that smoking cigarettes, or more specifically the nicotine in cigarettes, has a positive effect on short-term memory. A "denicotinized" cigarette and a "nicotine-yielding" cigarette were used to show the difference between the amount of nicotine ingested and the effect on short-term memory. This study basically showed that smoking shortens response time and it also positively affects event-related potentials. The response time was more greatly affected so, this shows that nicotine shortens response time by affecting response-related processes.
Although all of these benefits can only be reaped after you quit smoking, as long as you do that in a timely manner, you should be fine. Here are some facts from past U.S. Surgeon General's Reports: Less than five days after quitting smoking it will be noticeably easier to breathe because the lungs can now hold more air. One year after quitting the risk of heart disease is reduced to one-half of the risk of a continuing smoker. Five years after quitting, the risk of a stroke is equal to that of a nonsmoker. Ten years after quitting the lung cancer death rate is half of that of continuing smokers. There was a man who smoked unfiltered cigarettes for twenty years before quitting. Now, his lungs look as healthy as those of someone who had never smoked in his life. So enjoy smoking now; just be sure to quit before too late, so as not to miss out on the wonderful regenerative qualities of the human body.
Tuesday 18 August, 2009
Monday 17 August, 2009
Impressions----Part Two
Now the fun part started. We were divided into groups of six. I had with me Pory of my section, Hari and Neha of B section and Vivek and Priyanka of IB. The fun part also consisted of two parts. First part was "Pehchaan Kaun", where we were given six roll numbers of the seniors (two each from sections A and B and two from IB). We had to find out who they were and then prepare power point presentations on them. Trust me this was very easy. The seniors were very co-operative in divulging information about their batch mates, some so private that we couldn't put those on the slides.Now the second part, and it was really tough. Each group was given either of four events---- musical skit, dance , fashion show and sell hell. We got dance. Before getting into the details of how pathetic our performance was, let me introduce my team mates.
Meet Pory, the sweet and chubby girl from Delhi. She speaks very little in the class and the first words she uttered were "Oh no ! Dance?" Meet Hari, the shy and reserved guy from Chennai. He didn't even have one Hindi track on his laptop, so you can well imagine what dancing to Hindi tracks would mean. Meet Neha, the most sporting of the six of us. I thought, "thank God, we have a choreographer amongst us". Meet Priyanka, the always-so-serious girl from Delhi. And lastly Vivek. "Unless you searched for us, I would had never gone on and try to find out my group mates", that was Vivek for you and me. And to complete the icing on the cake there was me, who hadn't ever danced in public. So I guess the ambiance is created perfectly for you to guess the pain our seniors had to undergo watching us on stage.
Our rehearsals were fun. Never, except on the eve of the occasion, did all six of us practise together. Oh I forgot to tell you, the tracks were selected by seniors. Each group was given an item number, a mujrah and a typical Bollywood number. We had Kajra Re, Dil Cheez and Rain is Falling. To my surprise Hari picked up the steps ever so smoothly. Lesson learnt ---- never judge by external factors. Neha really turned out to be the commander-in-charge. With two sessions of heavy practise, the second being on the morning of the Impressions, we were more or less ready to get boo-ed.
The show was really awesome. Thankfully we were not the first dancing group . Preity people were the unlucky ones. Meet Preity, the tom boy of our class . She plays basketball and even rides bikes. Her team mate was Rasna, as her friends call her. I owe her a lot for encouraging me to pick up blogging again. Their performance was greeted with loud cheers, which gave us some confidence to go up and perform. We went on the stage and did what Vivek termed as "shaadi dance" for three minutes. But thanks to our rehearsal, it wasn't as bad as it had threatened to be. We were welcomed back down with hand shakes, not sure if they were for winding up our performance soon. Among the other dancers Manthan, Ayushi, Gargi and the deadly combo of Wilma-Varun were superb.
Manthan one of the four musketeers of B section, the others being Handa, Kaushik and Dron. All four of them along with Ayushi and Rasna form the core group of B section. Whenever we speak about masti in B section, this is the group which comes to mind first. Ayushi, the vibrant energy pack of B section was teamed up with the battery of our A section Gargi. Their performance was bound to be electric. Wilma is a live wire of section A. The most bubbly girl was teamed up with Varun, the serious IT chap of the same section. But the duo rocked on the salsa beats. Oh yes, it'll be injustice if I don't mention my roomie Sid's performance on the dance floor. After all it won him an entire song dedicated to him---- Pappu can't dance sala.
Gauraav was given "size zero condom" in sell hell. The poor soul who couldn't say clearly what his sell hell topic was a week ago, was awesome on stage. No doubt his group won the sell hell and no surprises regarding the winner of dance competition as well. It was Preity-Rasna group.
The fashion show was an eye candy for many a reason. Ritica-Upada people won it. Both of them are the little kids of our section, yet to be graduated officially.
The musical skit was won by Dron-Shaleen-Ankita-Khushboo people. Meet Ankita, the Miss Breganza of the skit. This Rajasthan girl was my friend from even before I joined SIMSR. Khushboo is the girl from IB. But the star of the skit was Dron undoubtedly. Their topic was also unique "Dil,Daru aur Nari....Sabpe Parey Bhari". Dron was the poor soul who first lost his heart to this Miss Breganza, got beaten up by fellow oglers, and eventually lost Breganza too.
The winners got T shirts and the losers.......well nothing.All in all, a fun filled occasion, ushering in the promise of an even bigger Freshers' Welcome sometime soon.
Meet Pory, the sweet and chubby girl from Delhi. She speaks very little in the class and the first words she uttered were "Oh no ! Dance?" Meet Hari, the shy and reserved guy from Chennai. He didn't even have one Hindi track on his laptop, so you can well imagine what dancing to Hindi tracks would mean. Meet Neha, the most sporting of the six of us. I thought, "thank God, we have a choreographer amongst us". Meet Priyanka, the always-so-serious girl from Delhi. And lastly Vivek. "Unless you searched for us, I would had never gone on and try to find out my group mates", that was Vivek for you and me. And to complete the icing on the cake there was me, who hadn't ever danced in public. So I guess the ambiance is created perfectly for you to guess the pain our seniors had to undergo watching us on stage.
Our rehearsals were fun. Never, except on the eve of the occasion, did all six of us practise together. Oh I forgot to tell you, the tracks were selected by seniors. Each group was given an item number, a mujrah and a typical Bollywood number. We had Kajra Re, Dil Cheez and Rain is Falling. To my surprise Hari picked up the steps ever so smoothly. Lesson learnt ---- never judge by external factors. Neha really turned out to be the commander-in-charge. With two sessions of heavy practise, the second being on the morning of the Impressions, we were more or less ready to get boo-ed.
The show was really awesome. Thankfully we were not the first dancing group . Preity people were the unlucky ones. Meet Preity, the tom boy of our class . She plays basketball and even rides bikes. Her team mate was Rasna, as her friends call her. I owe her a lot for encouraging me to pick up blogging again. Their performance was greeted with loud cheers, which gave us some confidence to go up and perform. We went on the stage and did what Vivek termed as "shaadi dance" for three minutes. But thanks to our rehearsal, it wasn't as bad as it had threatened to be. We were welcomed back down with hand shakes, not sure if they were for winding up our performance soon. Among the other dancers Manthan, Ayushi, Gargi and the deadly combo of Wilma-Varun were superb.
Manthan one of the four musketeers of B section, the others being Handa, Kaushik and Dron. All four of them along with Ayushi and Rasna form the core group of B section. Whenever we speak about masti in B section, this is the group which comes to mind first. Ayushi, the vibrant energy pack of B section was teamed up with the battery of our A section Gargi. Their performance was bound to be electric. Wilma is a live wire of section A. The most bubbly girl was teamed up with Varun, the serious IT chap of the same section. But the duo rocked on the salsa beats. Oh yes, it'll be injustice if I don't mention my roomie Sid's performance on the dance floor. After all it won him an entire song dedicated to him---- Pappu can't dance sala.
Gauraav was given "size zero condom" in sell hell. The poor soul who couldn't say clearly what his sell hell topic was a week ago, was awesome on stage. No doubt his group won the sell hell and no surprises regarding the winner of dance competition as well. It was Preity-Rasna group.
The fashion show was an eye candy for many a reason. Ritica-Upada people won it. Both of them are the little kids of our section, yet to be graduated officially.
The musical skit was won by Dron-Shaleen-Ankita-Khushboo people. Meet Ankita, the Miss Breganza of the skit. This Rajasthan girl was my friend from even before I joined SIMSR. Khushboo is the girl from IB. But the star of the skit was Dron undoubtedly. Their topic was also unique "Dil,Daru aur Nari....Sabpe Parey Bhari". Dron was the poor soul who first lost his heart to this Miss Breganza, got beaten up by fellow oglers, and eventually lost Breganza too.
The winners got T shirts and the losers.......well nothing.All in all, a fun filled occasion, ushering in the promise of an even bigger Freshers' Welcome sometime soon.
Impressions-----Part One
If Induction seemed like an endless Sahara, Impressions was definitely the oasis, or so it seemed. We had heard a lot about Impressions at SIMSR. It's not the official Freshers' Welcome, but as they say it is the ice breaker between the seniors and us.
When the seniors came and explained to us what this whole process is going to be like, we were taken aback to say the least. They said it will comprise two parts. First the serious part, in which we had to find our buddies, take the assignment(s) from them and submit it(those) to them within a week. Well finding our buddies was easy. Let me explain what this buddy system is. We all have our roll numbers. Now if my roll number is 12, my buddy will be the senior whose roll number was 12 last year. Purnima took the responsibility to go to the office and ask for last year's attendance sheet and the office bearers were kind enough to oblige her. Phew, we had our buddies. Now the difficult part, get the assignment they give you, done.
My buddy, Anand, was a sweet and extremely co-operative guy from my hometown itself. But as they say appearance is always deceptive. He smiled sweetly over the glass of tea and told me, "go to the library, find the Asian Case of Journals 2008 issue. On page 73, there's a case study, that's your assignment". As if doing the case study wasn't enough, I had to go and search a few thousand books first.
Somehow I managed to get hold of the journal but what was that? The case was a 20 page long one. I had no clue what and how to write. The obvious things like googling and finding out whether any other batch mate had got the same assignment soon turned futile. Trust me, for someone like me who comes from an engineering background, studying after a gap of four years takes some effort. The table lamp which the hostel authority gave us on day one found some use at last. Somehow, to my amazement even, I ended the assignment. I was over the moon with my valued inputs as to what the Korean CEO should had done to check the plummeting sales figures.
My exuberance soon died down like the effervescence of a Coke bottle, when Anand returned my assignment with comments which were, well, not the best, to put it politely. The policies which sounded logical a night ago, were rubbished by him, and I could only stare at the pages which would had made Prakash Karat happy. Anyways, I got my desired ticket for the fun filled second part of the Impressions, thanks to Anand's signature on my submitted report.
When the seniors came and explained to us what this whole process is going to be like, we were taken aback to say the least. They said it will comprise two parts. First the serious part, in which we had to find our buddies, take the assignment(s) from them and submit it(those) to them within a week. Well finding our buddies was easy. Let me explain what this buddy system is. We all have our roll numbers. Now if my roll number is 12, my buddy will be the senior whose roll number was 12 last year. Purnima took the responsibility to go to the office and ask for last year's attendance sheet and the office bearers were kind enough to oblige her. Phew, we had our buddies. Now the difficult part, get the assignment they give you, done.
My buddy, Anand, was a sweet and extremely co-operative guy from my hometown itself. But as they say appearance is always deceptive. He smiled sweetly over the glass of tea and told me, "go to the library, find the Asian Case of Journals 2008 issue. On page 73, there's a case study, that's your assignment". As if doing the case study wasn't enough, I had to go and search a few thousand books first.
Somehow I managed to get hold of the journal but what was that? The case was a 20 page long one. I had no clue what and how to write. The obvious things like googling and finding out whether any other batch mate had got the same assignment soon turned futile. Trust me, for someone like me who comes from an engineering background, studying after a gap of four years takes some effort. The table lamp which the hostel authority gave us on day one found some use at last. Somehow, to my amazement even, I ended the assignment. I was over the moon with my valued inputs as to what the Korean CEO should had done to check the plummeting sales figures.
My exuberance soon died down like the effervescence of a Coke bottle, when Anand returned my assignment with comments which were, well, not the best, to put it politely. The policies which sounded logical a night ago, were rubbished by him, and I could only stare at the pages which would had made Prakash Karat happy. Anyways, I got my desired ticket for the fun filled second part of the Impressions, thanks to Anand's signature on my submitted report.
SIMSR----The Intro
When someone told me , "you'll learn more in hostel than in classroom", it didn't make much sense to me.But trust me, one and a half months down the line, I know what he meant.Let me start the story named SIMSR. I'll keep on introducing the characters as and when they come. All characters in this story are real. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely intentional.
Meet my first roomie Sayan. He's of Type B(thanks Preity Rawat),the most laid back person I have ever seen. But a gem of a student, and why not? He's from JU after all.His favourite pass time is sleeping and I guess drinking.
My second roomie Siddharth, the Nanha Pahelwaan. He's a master coder. Hang on, he's not a boring engineer for God's sake. He has his unique style of creating codes taking initials. Let me give an example. IT is used in Banking, Inventory, Gaming, Railways, Airlines, Telecoms, Hotels, Education, Financial Institutions, Insurance.So he came up with the code BIG RAT HEFI. Sometimes he forgets the key to the codes and runs to Sushovan for remembering the same.
Meet Sushovan, Steve as we call him. He's taller than a couple of girls in class. But don't go by his height.He's a master in Karate and Krav Maga. But alas,that didn't come to much use that day in front of Anand.
Meet Anand,the Nigerian as Monika Khanna calls him. He has got loads of names.Hulk,Daisy (look at the contrast),Flip master,and the list goes on. The strongest guy of our batch, Anand dominates by his sheer brutal physical presence.If only someone can give him competition it's Shaleen .
Shaleen, the body builder. There's a story that Siddharth was once asked by Shaleen to pass on weights in the gym. Poor Siddharth was unable to lift those weights even. Sid has his explanation that he was too tired after gymming, but trust his version at your own risk.
It was a dull Friday coming to a close. Thanks to our strange routine, our only Operations class was over before noon. Though sleeping is a good way of killing time, when you see friends from Mumbai and Pune going to their homes, you can't sleep peacefully. Siddharth was busy "keeping himself updated" with the proceedings of the class with Steve, and I, was doing what I was best at, making use of g talk and IP messenger. When we were slowly closing down on our activities for the day, in walked PD.
PD, or Priyadarsh is the prankster of our batch. I was talking about learning from hostel,well lesson number 1----never leave your laptop open with you being logged in your e mail account and/or IP messenger. I am sure Sushovan will second me. But he's a genius in designing and a fantastic speaker.
"Wassup Chaman log?"----PD at his usual best."Nothing just glancing through today's notes", Siddharth replied. "Oh living virus is also here?", PD refered to Sushovan. There's enough reason to call him that. Whichever laptop he has touched, it has been screwed badly. So we have concluded he's a physical virus. "You know something PD, Steve has a fan ---- Avani Rachh". Sushovan looked at me and in no time delivered a kick right to my left rib. Whether it was Krav Maga or Karate, it made no difference as the pain is what mattered. "Oh man, your future is screwed. It's good you have fan following amidst faculty as well, but I guess you deserved someone better than Avani Rachh",PD was in full mood then. "Imagine you and Avani running on the beach with the back ground score of La La La of Sagar.""I guess the only difference will be that we'll run in the same direction."
The next Sunday we faced the Mumbai showers for the first time. Most of our friends were out. Sushovan had gone to his Krav Maga class in Dadar. Sonali and Madhumita had gone for shopping, and Gauraav had gone to his friend's place.
Madhumita and Sonali the two inseparable souls of SIMSR. They come from the same city of Delhi, they share the same room (with Harshita) and the same bench too. Madhumita is very famous in SIMSR because of her tongue. If you ever come across this lass, don't miss any of her words while she speaks in her Boston-meets-Bandra accent.Then you have Sonali, the kid of our section. She is yet to receive her graduation certificate and it shows. And lastly let me introduce the future netaji Gauraav. No there's no spelling mistake, that's how he spells his name. This guy has got loads of experience in life and the best part is he's very humble. As the CR of our class, at the end of every period he unfailingly comes up with an announcement in his unique style-----with both hands in the air and shouting at the top of his squeaking voice "HOLD ON."
DG had warned us for Mumbai rains earlier. But we took it lightly I guess. With only two-three hours of rain,the local train service was called off. Everyone in the hostel was calling up friends to know their whereabouts. Steve's phone was out-of-reach, Gauraav had reached Dadar and Madhumita-Sonali were, well, somewhere in between, even they didn't know the place.The main problem was the 10:30 deadline. At around 10:15 in walked Gauraav. Learnt an useful lesson from him which I have used till date many a time with good effect. He said , "When I couldn't find any rickshaw willing to go, I got hold of one, got on it without asking, and said CHALO. Only after 2-3 minutes did I tell him where I had to go". Trust me, it might sound unimportant, but this lesson is of prime importance in Mumbai.
Sushovan came back 20 minutes later. The poor soul he is, he got drowned till his chest and walked with his bag held over his head for quite sometime before he somehow managed to get hold of a rickshaw. Thank you God for the height. Madhumita-Sonali were the last to reach the hostel. Later they claimed it was an interesting episode for them, though I doubt, because since then they have never gone out for a shopping trip.
Meet my first roomie Sayan. He's of Type B(thanks Preity Rawat),the most laid back person I have ever seen. But a gem of a student, and why not? He's from JU after all.His favourite pass time is sleeping and I guess drinking.
My second roomie Siddharth, the Nanha Pahelwaan. He's a master coder. Hang on, he's not a boring engineer for God's sake. He has his unique style of creating codes taking initials. Let me give an example. IT is used in Banking, Inventory, Gaming, Railways, Airlines, Telecoms, Hotels, Education, Financial Institutions, Insurance.So he came up with the code BIG RAT HEFI. Sometimes he forgets the key to the codes and runs to Sushovan for remembering the same.
Meet Sushovan, Steve as we call him. He's taller than a couple of girls in class. But don't go by his height.He's a master in Karate and Krav Maga. But alas,that didn't come to much use that day in front of Anand.
Meet Anand,the Nigerian as Monika Khanna calls him. He has got loads of names.Hulk,Daisy (look at the contrast),Flip master,and the list goes on. The strongest guy of our batch, Anand dominates by his sheer brutal physical presence.If only someone can give him competition it's Shaleen .
Shaleen, the body builder. There's a story that Siddharth was once asked by Shaleen to pass on weights in the gym. Poor Siddharth was unable to lift those weights even. Sid has his explanation that he was too tired after gymming, but trust his version at your own risk.
It was a dull Friday coming to a close. Thanks to our strange routine, our only Operations class was over before noon. Though sleeping is a good way of killing time, when you see friends from Mumbai and Pune going to their homes, you can't sleep peacefully. Siddharth was busy "keeping himself updated" with the proceedings of the class with Steve, and I, was doing what I was best at, making use of g talk and IP messenger. When we were slowly closing down on our activities for the day, in walked PD.
PD, or Priyadarsh is the prankster of our batch. I was talking about learning from hostel,well lesson number 1----never leave your laptop open with you being logged in your e mail account and/or IP messenger. I am sure Sushovan will second me. But he's a genius in designing and a fantastic speaker.
"Wassup Chaman log?"----PD at his usual best."Nothing just glancing through today's notes", Siddharth replied. "Oh living virus is also here?", PD refered to Sushovan. There's enough reason to call him that. Whichever laptop he has touched, it has been screwed badly. So we have concluded he's a physical virus. "You know something PD, Steve has a fan ---- Avani Rachh". Sushovan looked at me and in no time delivered a kick right to my left rib. Whether it was Krav Maga or Karate, it made no difference as the pain is what mattered. "Oh man, your future is screwed. It's good you have fan following amidst faculty as well, but I guess you deserved someone better than Avani Rachh",PD was in full mood then. "Imagine you and Avani running on the beach with the back ground score of La La La of Sagar.""I guess the only difference will be that we'll run in the same direction."
The next Sunday we faced the Mumbai showers for the first time. Most of our friends were out. Sushovan had gone to his Krav Maga class in Dadar. Sonali and Madhumita had gone for shopping, and Gauraav had gone to his friend's place.
Madhumita and Sonali the two inseparable souls of SIMSR. They come from the same city of Delhi, they share the same room (with Harshita) and the same bench too. Madhumita is very famous in SIMSR because of her tongue. If you ever come across this lass, don't miss any of her words while she speaks in her Boston-meets-Bandra accent.Then you have Sonali, the kid of our section. She is yet to receive her graduation certificate and it shows. And lastly let me introduce the future netaji Gauraav. No there's no spelling mistake, that's how he spells his name. This guy has got loads of experience in life and the best part is he's very humble. As the CR of our class, at the end of every period he unfailingly comes up with an announcement in his unique style-----with both hands in the air and shouting at the top of his squeaking voice "HOLD ON."
DG had warned us for Mumbai rains earlier. But we took it lightly I guess. With only two-three hours of rain,the local train service was called off. Everyone in the hostel was calling up friends to know their whereabouts. Steve's phone was out-of-reach, Gauraav had reached Dadar and Madhumita-Sonali were, well, somewhere in between, even they didn't know the place.The main problem was the 10:30 deadline. At around 10:15 in walked Gauraav. Learnt an useful lesson from him which I have used till date many a time with good effect. He said , "When I couldn't find any rickshaw willing to go, I got hold of one, got on it without asking, and said CHALO. Only after 2-3 minutes did I tell him where I had to go". Trust me, it might sound unimportant, but this lesson is of prime importance in Mumbai.
Sushovan came back 20 minutes later. The poor soul he is, he got drowned till his chest and walked with his bag held over his head for quite sometime before he somehow managed to get hold of a rickshaw. Thank you God for the height. Madhumita-Sonali were the last to reach the hostel. Later they claimed it was an interesting episode for them, though I doubt, because since then they have never gone out for a shopping trip.
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