There comes a time in a man's life, that he has to make compromises, let go of his principles and finally meet his fears - face to face, mano a mano. There comes a time in a man's life that he must.... finally... befriend people from Delhi.

Now, I'm not one to stereotype, but I genuinely believe that there's something wrong with the air in Delhi that messes up the DNA or contaminates the hormones of the people there. Hence they speak in that weird Punjabi accent and always keep comparing people, places and if given a chance, the length of their penises to the ones in Delhi.

Now... now... before I lose all my readers from Delhi, let me elucidate. I don't HATE people from Delhi. It's just that, I wouldn't break an appointment to go meet a Delhiite. See what I mean?

I just think that on some level, they're odd.

Now now...I know what you all are thinking.

But Tanmay! How can you say that! Not all Delhi people are like that! How can you make such incredulous assumptions! How can you hold such prejudices! You are the most sensible, level headed, funny, sexful, amazing at Counter Strike with Jedi-like-abilities person I know! How can you think like this! Why Tanmay, WHY!

Children, I think this is my one flaw. My one weakness. My Achilles heel, if you may.

However, the blog-pimp that I am, you know I wouldn't make a post JUST about not liking Delhi people. I fear the risk of losing my 0.34 readers from Delhi. Hence, I wrote this story not because I wanted to highlight what seems to be my only flaw. I wrote this because I wanted to tell you guys about one of my favouritest people in the world. Who, by the way, happens to be from Delhi.

Let's call her 'S' for now.

It was the beginning of our second year at BMM. We met at a college festival. She was the contingent leader of a rival college. It was my first time as a contingent leader as well and I was more than determined to win.

On day one of the festival, we led the festival, about 10 points clear of her college. I'd won 4 events on the trot. Needless to say that I had a boomerang-in-my-mouth grin that morning. And it wasn't just because we were winning. It was the thrill of beating a perfectly pretty girl, who was just as determined to win. That's when we first spoke.

S: Listen, can I have a word with you in private?
Tanmay: Sure. Whazza?

I usually don't use the phrase 'whazza'. However, if you must know, I was nervous and I was just trying to be cool. She was pretty, pissed off AND wanted to have a word with me in PRIVATE.

S: Listen up, Tanmay, right?
Tanmay: Yep. Whazza? (Yes, I did it twice)
S: I hate you. I think you're a jerk.
Tanmay: Uhh. *broken heart symbol goes HERE*
S: All my seniors won this festival year after year. And I don't want to be the only one to go back to college without the trophy. So you watch out.
Tanmay: Uhh.
S: So yes, quit making that stupid expression on your face. I need to win this. And for that to happen, YOU need to stop winning all the events.
Tanmay: Uhh.

And she walked off, only to turn back and give me a nice pretty smile a few seconds later.

Of course, by this time I was so smitten that this scene played out in slow motion in my head.

*Sigh*

Being the gentleman that I am, I let her win the festival. Yes, that's right. I *LET* her win. I did miserably in the next 2 events ON purpose. So if you're thinking that Tanmay is capable of running out of luck and not winning a couple of events at a festival, you're wrong! WRONG I TELL YOU!

Of course, you guys will not know the end of that story. However, I can tell you that I asked her out for coffee at the end of the festival. She, obviously floored by the sheer sexiness and the Charm Du Tanmay, said that....well.. she didn't like coffee.

*Double sigh*

S was down in Bombay to study. And today, 3 years later, she went back to her hometown, Delhi. And that's one more thing that I dislike about Delhi. It has now taken away one of my favouritest people.

And that my friends is number 4 on the list of ten random memories I'm going to share with you about my last 3 years at BMM.