Ideally, Robin should also have been in this frame. We gossip for the sake of gossiping. Endlessly. Ki fun!, as Priyam would put it. Potty talks have reduced considerably. It’s more about wedding trousseau now. But if you happen to be from our batch and at any point displeased any of us, rest assured you have been talked about. Muahahaa!
This is a rather bakwaas photo, but the only one in which all of us are there. I realised today that we use email only when we are about to meet in person. But those chains go on endlessly. A large part of that is T and J poking fun at each other. T almost always loses. But I love him more. Because J is mean to me too. Grr!
This group has grammar nazis and grammar rapists, both. Most would qualify for quirky, witty, mental cases.