Junior Year. I’d gone to Poona with no expectations, unlike sophomore year when I was more than sure about the year being awesome, which obviously, did not happen. But, barely 2-3 weeks into the first month of the year, and I had already resumed my seat in the ‘Why-the-hell-am-I-studying-in-Poona’ convention. A terrible first day, followed by a hectic schedule that wouldn't allow me to make for home, and being smothered by assignments, horrible sheets, seminars and projects just came as the icing on the cake (read: ‘dungcake’). But what happened this morning totally became the cherry on the icing! After spending 5 continuous hours with the not-so-amusing AutoCAD, I woke up at 6 AM, still irked from the 3 hour sleep I’d somehow managed to get. After spending another hour in front of the vile software, I headed for breakfast with Siddharth, and what followed, well, let’s just