The 'Rooftop' was something that the class of 2004-06 had turned into a lifestyle. What a few years ago was a bunch of haphazardly arranged benches and clothes lines, quickly turned into the most lively junction on campus. The concept isn't too complicated. You enter Graduate Hall. You take the lift to the 8th floor. You plonk yourself on the benches with a motley collection of Graduate students, PhD uncles and assorted strangers. You connect with people from different countries, backgrounds and courses. You leave having had a blast. Note - You don't get do any of the above if you don't bring alcohol! True, we had the odd hiccup (no pun intended), with campus security warning us to keep the decibel levels down and sleep deprived students in adjacent rooms threatening to throw stuff at us in an attempt to catch up on much needed sleep before class the next day...but by and large the gatherings were peaceful and without incident. It was almost a weekly ritual. We've met the warmest and the craziest of people there. Exchange students were initiated, birthdays were celebrated, 'F' grades were railed against, sparks of
Ashwin through a smoke haze.
'JD' gets ready to enthrall...'today was gonna be the day...'
The devil woman reads Simi's future while Bruno looks on