Elvis Is Leaving... And I Don't Feel Too Good Myself.

Dear Suhas,

Here's wishing you all the luck and success for the MBA. Toronto here I come!
It really is a pain in the wrong place to know that I would not be able to prevent you from the ogling eyes of the fairer sex at the airport on Thursday.

So I guess your growing up must begin from there! We are locked up at 11 for our own benefit, and this week getting out for a last bender may not be possible.

Especially, since I am in BC mode and you are quitting the carcinogenic stick of joy.

Infosys being tough as it was, at least we had your excellent culinary skills to tide us through some very frequently sapping days and months. Discussions on cricket may get less frequent with time. That's more to do with the occupational hazard of MBA that we are undertaking.

I would like to place on record my appreciation for your efforts in slandering, tanking and finally annihilating my efforts to form a sustainable and durable relationship ("Do I hear some sniggers, Infoscions ?") with a mutual acquaintance who was a terrific "C" teacher.

Your help was invaluable in making me realise that I was meant only to slog 14 hours per day and have no social life and that my choice was the same as at least 50 "romantics" that rolled off the Infosys conveyer belt every 15 days. As things turned out, you were right. Thanks for making me realise the error of my ways.

For the record, I extended you the same courtesy (wink!) and Sanath, Thatha, Gun, G K, Jacob and Y Man had a great time during our repartees!

I think I embarassed you almost as much with "you know who".

Jokes apart, the time is now. The best is yet to come. Have a safe flight. Make it uneventful. I have my eyes in the sky.

No drugs, sex and rock_n_roll for three years. ( I can feel the abuse mate!)

Let's meet again soon. If it takes the whole three years, then so be it.

On second thoughts, it would be weird meeting again in the future with our respective ladies in tow. The one with the kid on the way would be adjudged the winner. After I claim the medallion, we would both burst out laughing.

You are almost the only person in the world to whom I would happily concede that Capo Di Tutti Capi SHANE WARNE is not the greatest cricketer of his generation. And that the little master ( read, SHORT LITTLE PRICK) is really the man.

Enjoy the summit when it comes in the coming series. You deserve it.

And before we must necessarily go our ways for some time, sample what Morpheus tells Neo in the Matrix Revolutions.

"The honour was always mine."

Farewell my brother, until we meet again.