With its temples, the annual karaga. The horse and sometimes even man drawn carts overloaded with goods for transport, K R Market brings to my mind an old rusty engine running an otherwise glossy car - dirty, inefficient, clogged and run-down for decades, yet somehow manages to Bengalooru functioning. The semester thus far has been in pleasant only in parts - which were too few and too far apart. The rest has been swamped in shortages and scandals of all shapes and sizes.

Thursday, February 14, 2013. It was mid December, 2012. It had been a while since we had been on a nice long trip. Christmas weekend would soon be upon us, and we would be committing an unpardonable sin if we did not plan a long getaway. After many telephone calls and e mails, the plan was fixed. There would be two groups. Siva Chaithanya, Mathew Paul, Atasi.

Whose relatively enormous diet includes. 1 piece of chocolate cake. 1 slice of Swiss cheese. 1 piece of cherry pie. X is the new Y. The only good X is a dead X. I, for one, welcome our new X Overlords. One Does Not Simply Walk into X.