One fine day, or rather night, as I was "busy" doing my MTP (theoretically MTech Project, practically Mega Time Pass) , I got a call on my mobile. It was our dear old Rishi. "Oyee Sree, daer ho raha hei, jaldi aana" Me : "Kaha jaane ki baath kar raha hei bhai" Rishi : "aree bhool gaya kya...aaj Salsa ka workshop hei na" Me : "aree ha bhool gaya mei. Nehi yaar tu ja. Mei MTP kar raha hu" Rishi : "Kya MTP be. Ye salsa hei salsa. Har roz dekhne ko nehi milthe" Me : "Na yaar MTP" Rishi : "Dance seekhne ko milega" Me (tempted, but firm) : "hmm...naaaa...MTP" Rishi : "H11 se sabi aayenge" (Hostel 11 [H11] is the PG ladies hostel in IITB) Me (more tempted, but still firm): "hmmmmm....hmmmmmmm....naaaaaaa....MTP" Rishi : "Unke saath dance bhi karne ka mauka milega" Me : "Aisa hei kya. Sahi biduuu. MTP chale bhaad mei. Chalooooooooooo" We were joined in our salsa qu...