Dear visitor,

So it is that awesome time in life when you know the day of the week only after seeing the breakfast menu. That time when at times strange destiny lands you in class in pyjamas, uncombed hair, without pen, paper or book. Its senescence period of your student life where you carry a smirk and a been-there-done-that look.

Yes, you have done a lot. You have become gyaan giving machines of possibly every topic under the sun. You have been surviving on free t-shirts and you have enough stock to last you many years.