Wingies at IITK...

A consecutive set of rooms in IITK hostels is called wing. It is normally the first level of platonic bonding on campus. You see the same people when you brush your teeth, and you bid them goodnight. You probably also sleep with them sometimes, when your brother visits you. You go out on dinner treats [to mess or beyond] and trips to other places. You begin to love them.
This is my wing:

We were an eclectic bunch of people, ranging from one who couldn't distinguish between contraceptive pills and kaun-domes to the one who was famous as the complete man. One was alleged to have distinctly girlish choice of colors and other stuff while one pushed heavy iron in the gym. The latter had a chest to show, and later, he supposedly even had breast cancer! We had a badshah among us as also the guy who wore only full sleeve shirts, or thats how the juniors recognised him. There was a budding goalkeeper, a talented AOL chat specialist with friends named kerala, bangalore and so on, a hawa-22 who was a mentor to many an IITian, a reputed contributor to wikipedia and a reincarnation of Jonty Rhodes. Not to forget, the only IITK MTech amongst us, whose legendary thighs and cake cooking skills were the envy of many a girl !

We are all in our own worlds, some doing jobs, others MBA and the rest sweating it out for MS/PhD.
But I miss them all.
Its been over a year and a half since I saw most of them. I met one, and saw that his biology had improved, as also his acquaintance with girls. The ones with jobs are doing well. Badshah is doing well with wing bhabhiji. [The real one, not the one to whom this moniker had stuck!]

This one doesn't seem to have had a good luck with photography:


Not to be misconstrued, I intend no slander. I possess no malice. But I want to have some fun.
Another photo is in place here:

With best wishes to one and all. Hope to bump into you somewhere, sometime soon!