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Truth is like the town whore. Everybody knows her, but nonetheless, it's embarrassing to meet her on the street.    WOLFGANG BORCHERT,  The Outsider I n this blog, I have purposely omitted a few names because of the sensitive nature of the content, rather, the sensitive nature of the parents of those who are referred in it. I, unfortunately being the author of this post, do not possess the privilege of anonymity and thus, I sincerely hope that my parents are not reading it. This blog is second of the three part series: What I did this summer and mostly covers my account of various incidents that I was willingly and sometimes unwillingly a part of. It seems all my friends were busy writing their love stories last semester as this summer I was suddenly overwhelmed by the introduction of new characters in my life and soon I became a part of romantic extravaganzas of several others in addition to my own. I would have started my story from Bangalore: how I tr

PART:I You have a strange fulfilling sense when you have lived every day.    W hen you have huge anticipation for something, it never turns out to be what you expected. But that should never stop you from anticipating things or planning for events because that provides you a benchmark for how well the experience actually was. And when the experience outweighs your expectation you know you rocked the day.  Never before, the lanes of my memory have been so stocked as if stories are in perpetual grapple in my mind to reach my pen. It is as if you can pick a day and I can associate a piece of memory with it. I won't be lying if I say there was a time when I considered writing this blog post as a log of events but then my preference for classification over chronology dominated my writing style.  "Earn and Spend"   This is the fourth postulate of my philosophy for life which I did come across this summer and my vacation simply remained an exhibition of t