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Horsy-Piggy-Froggy.

Those 3 words have shaped our lives during MBA.

Like last year I sit in front of my desktop writing this post and wondering… “How the hell did we manage to keep this madness up and running?”

I still don’t have an answer so I’ll move ahead with the post.

So, it’s our horsy a.k.a Jessica’s birthday.

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A Memory from last year’s epic birthday bash.

If I had to tell you guys how many names we have given her then one post might be a bit less for it.

But don’t worry horsy, we won’t divulge the names to anyone.

It’s your birthday na. So maaf kiya.

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Do you remember those times we sat together for lectures? (Oh yeah, that one also where Piggy answered every time he got the chance… I still haven’t forgiven him for that.)

The never ending chats on stupid things which did not make sense?

Sometimes we only laughed… stopped… then laughed a little more!

And the picture moments were too much.

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I look so obedient…

There was a time when my only purpose of coming to college would be to meet you guys. Yeah, really.

We connected very well. Like it was “meant to be” types. 😛

I can’t believe I actually wrote the above line.

Whatever.

My page… My words.

Anyways if I keep talking of our moments, even 1500 words would seem less and forgive me but I’m not going to write such a lengthy one again. 😛

So moving on ahead, our friendship has scaled a lot of heights. It has also witnessed a lot of lows too. But we’re still hanging in there. This bond won’t break that easy.

(Not until one of you literally move out to someplace where there is no steady internet connection)

I see some of our pictures together and damn there’s a bit of change in me and piggy.

But u our dear horsy have not changed a bit.

Before you could deny, here’s some proof… 😛

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Before

And now we are like this 😛

 

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Honestly, the only thing people can see is your face.

Jokes apart, we have always had a good time when you’re around.

I can speak TV Shows with you all day long and you know it.

Time spent with you is always cherished by us.

The place doesn’t matter. Nor does anything else.

As long as we are together i doubt we’d need anything else.

(Too much emo in the above line nah?)

Anyways, your 2 favorite animals would like to end this small post by wishing you a happy birthday and wish that you get what you want. That you always smile and be the same. (Just meet us more often or we won’t talk to you haa)

Oh yea, btw piggy made a small video just for you which is waiting in your mail inbox.

It has some of our memories.

Do have a look. Don’t cry ha please!

We love you.

With Love,

Piggy and Froggy

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In my entire school life, Football was a sport which I liked only while viewing on television or watching my friends play. I never really cared about this game. I mean it just looked too stupid to even waste my time on.

An honest confession… I was really fat. I couldn’t run a 100 meter race properly. If I did complete it, only the lord and my mother know how tired I could get. Post running if you would see me, I’m sure that my deep breathing act could beat how Madhuri Dixit did it in “Dhak Dhak karne Laga” song. 😛

So, football was something which I just did not try to put an effort into. As I entered college life, I got thin, more athletic (by my standards at least) and took a good chunk of interest in football. Below is a story of 1 situation during 2 games where telling the truth was what gave me peace.

Situation 1:

When we friends made a football team, you know there is a rush we get while practicing, thinking of how we will shoot, pass, how will we make sure that we win our first match as a team. Funny thing was that I even had an awesome dream of how I would score the winning goal and get my team through to the next round and be the hero of the day!

After 2 weeks of practicing, we enlisted ourselves in an inter-class football tournament. The first match nervousness was creeping in all of us. The main reason being that many of our classmates and some professors were watching. We were worried that if we lose, how our friends and teachers would perceive us. We would be tagged as “Losers” for sure. Anyways, we tried keeping these negative thoughts aside and played a good game.

The match was moving towards a draw until I fell in the opponent’s penalty box. Usually such situations, there is a maximum chance of the referee giving the decision of a penalty kick. My team was in an over joyous mode already… But something did not feel right. An honest confession again… I slipped. The muck was a huge influencing factor. But with me the defender of the opposition fell too. So for the referee it almost looked like he tried to pull me down. Seriously I felt like telling the referee to change the decision… But for that moment, the feeling of an easy win clouded my mind. I didn’t utter a word. I took the penalty, scored… and as it unfolded in the dream, I took my team through to the next round.

But it did not feel like a win. I smiled… but not fully. Whenever I practiced, that feeling of guilt did not leave my conscience. I tried man… I tried real hard, but it just wouldn’t let go of me.

Situation 2:

2 months later we participated in some college event. They had a rink football tournament and we thought with the practice, we could do better and try winning the trophy. We did go through a couple of rounds. In the quarter finals, we found an evenly matched opponent. The match went 0-0 in normal time. We got an additional 5 minutes to be played as extra time. And that’s when history repeated itself. There was a clash with the defender and I fell easily. It was just a standard shoulder push and the referee pointed towards the penalty box.

What I did was walked over to the referee and told him about the situation. The decision was overturned… We lost the match on penalties.

My friends had just lost the match but I lost both; the match and my friends. They failed to understand what went through my mind.

But that’s not all. On the brighter side, I felt guilt free. It felt good doing the right thing. I did pay the price for it but deep down, I knew that was the right thing to do.

Kinley Commercial:

This below commercial resembles my situation. It’s about a girl who lies to her father and goes for an overnight trip with friends. Late in the night, she cannot sleep due to the guilt and thus calls her father late at night to tell him the truth. She knew there could be dire consequences. She could be banned from any such outings, maybe grounded for a week or a month. But that did not stop her from speaking up. Her father on listening to her confession decides to not shout and asks her to take care of herself. Sometimes, there can also be a positive outcome too.

I do have 1 question for you guys.

Was there a time in your life when telling the truth was a right thing to do?

If yes, then do share that moment with me.

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