Not the way I wanted to come back,but what the hell.One of my juniors from my stint in Port Blair died in a plane-crash. I think it was yesterday,I am not completely sure. I got the news through a common friend just a few minutes back. The worst part is,they haven't even found his body. He was a budding pilot and he was flying alone when he crashed. 

He was just 18.

Mind you,I used the word junior (to refer to him) and not friend. This is not because we had a fight or because we didn't get along but simply because he was just another guy. Sure,when I would sometimes go back to school, I would always have a conversation with him. He was one of the few guys I still remember and one of the few guys I knew. But never in the past few years did I ever think of searching for him on orkut or facebook,until now. But I was still depressed when I heard the news...it was just too hard to believe. Something I was not expecting but I guess some things just happen.