Walking from INRIA, back to hostel at 11 in the night, (which is the IITB equivalent of 4 am) on lonely (and as unromantic as Paris, can get) streets of Le Chesnay, there is only 1 person I could possibly miss & if there were words apt for him, that could fit as the Title, I wouldn't be writing this post.
It is very difficult to miss Sangram, when in IITB. He is everywhere. He is running your timetable, He is in your class, He is in your room & He is also in your wing .. arrgh !
But, you do miss him, when you are looking to toss a casual Question Of Life, the Universe and Everything. Sangram is sagely and we have had our arguments about that. But sagely that he his, you can talk to him about Life, Relationships, Love, worldly temptations & if the answer doesn't suit you, safely complain that he has no experience in these matters whatsoever :)
But, interesting while he claims not to have any first hand experience, his thought experiments have taken him great distance. His advice is sought after for its logical flow, correctness, completeness and maximal expressibility. He is one person, who has actually realized that the value of a Rupee is no more than the base metal of as much weight. (The MoV effect :P), yet Sangram is worldly wise and has a epsilon-approximate account of how much each person owes him. He has well and truly realized that the reco. value of a prof. is no more than the knowledge that person can impart and the wisdom he can share. Incidentally, he has also realized that the value of a Visa is no less than the cost of traveling to CST from IITB 4 times and is willing to pay the exact price for it. But since when did, pearls of wisdom (read smell: farts) from this sage, that could transcend the meta-physical require mere Passports and Visas to cross boundaries. Thieves and miscreants could keep all the passports they like.
But on a more realistic plane, Sangram actually has an unparalleled understanding of mankind (note: I say, mankind). He is actually free from the vices and distractions that mingle with the life on a hostelite. Blindly sticking to the axiom, if Sangram doesn't think it right, theres a reason to re-think about it for atleast as long as Sangram has his lunch, will lead you on the correct path. He can not sleep for a few nights in a row, and yet manage to listen through the most boring of all classes! He takes his sleeping hours to another dimension (horizontal) altogether, so that his time is better utilized. Else, if the world and GMKs doesnt require him, he can also sleep between 10h00 and 19h00 in 268 / 269 / 273 / 275 / 276.
Few other will have received as glowing respects as Sangram has: When Anti after running all over the place, found solace with Sangram wrote this blog post.
On the whole,
. I think of Sangram, every morning, when I curse myself for oversleeping, again & again ... & again!
. I think of Sangram, every morning that I have breakfast for the simple reason, that I am having breakfast.
. I think of Sangram not having bath and his common Soap Hypothesis, every morning as I have my bath.
. I think of whether Sangram is watching me through some meta-physical space-time warps, when I shamelessly oogle at the girl in the Bus.
. I think of Sangram, when my prof. eats so fast, that I am the last person to finish on the table.
. I think of Sangram when the French present half-cooked meat with a Bon Jour and tasteless Fish with Bon Apetite.
. I think of Sangram when I have my afternoon cup of coffee.
. I think of Sangram when I feel like hitting someone.
. I think of Sangram & asking him to wake me up when I sleep at my desk.
. I think of Sangram when I code all by myself.
. I think of Sangram waking me up when I sleep at my desk, to find my code done :).
. I think of Sangram when I chat / Orkut / Blog, when I am supposed to code.
. I think of Sangram when my feet stink.
. I think of Sangram when I feel like pulling someone's hair, and the only ones in reach are mine.
. I think of Sangram when I solve Sudoku and watch others stumble over it.
. I think of Sangram when I need petty cash to borrow / ATM card to withdraw money / a canteen account to satiate me.
. I think of Sangram when I have to travel alone.
. I think of Sangram when I am stuck on some arbitrary station in the dead of the night.
. I think of Sangram when I have to walk back from INRIA / Gare des Chantiers, after missing the last bus.
. I think of Sangram when I miss the bus and have no one to blame it on for being stubbornly slow.
. I think of Sangram when I see some shop, exhibiting lovely meat and have no one around who will appreciate it.
. I think of Sangram, when we play cards.
. I think of Sangram when I see handsome engineering.
. I think of Sangram whenever I want to spend my 1^st pay (by which I don't mean the May salary) a few years in advance.
. I think of Sangram whenever I see Prakhar.
. I think of Sangram whenever I see a signboard saying Aeroport.
. I think of Sangram whenever I need advice.
. I think of Sangram when its well past 2 in the night, I have no one to talk too and end up writing cranky blog posts.

But its ok! As soon as it is time to close this blog and return back, I shall stop missing him and think of ways of running as far as possible from him >:)