Compress and waste

Bangalore has now become a small place. It won't take you to be a genius to bump into people from your not so distant past. Especially with the kind of people our college nurtures and kicks out every year: The "aawara" types.
Also with the number of software companies recruiting and henceforth increasing the influx, something like this is bound to happen. Not that I'm complaining. I welcome the company of the enlightened souls, from the past, into my present.
The list includes Anshul, Auto, Naagu, Lino, Alan, Siddharth, Venkata, Pylee, to name a few. This list, of course, is not complete and I expect it to be ever expanding.
Having such a companionship does have its benefits, in that you can spend your weekends fruitfully... uh.. yeah.. well.. mostly... that is, if the fruit is beer.
The interesting thing is that Bangalore is blessed with pleasant weather all throughout the year, and you would rarely feel thirsty. But that doesn't stop people from hitting the pubs. But then thirst is really not the reason people drink, is it? Nah..
Hmm.. I went and started conjuring up new theories, so I will end with a non sensical note, just to show that I haven't lost my insanity.

If you ever have the fortune of going abroad, please do the following exercise:
a) Find a sufficiently crowded place.
b) Start doing Bhangra or any random desi dance move.
c) People will start thinking that you are part of a bollywood movie and actually stand and watch.
d) You can then proceed and deliver autographs at your leisure to the poor unsuspecting foreigners. Maybe even be kind enough to be a guest in a local talk show. Who knows what fame will bring you?

Ah... the pleasure one can get in wasting other people's time.