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The Xaverian debate Club....I am a relatively recent member......It takes place well 9-9:25 dun laugh or get some kind of a bolt from the blue that is our school for you...We do things faster than anybody else can....A one minute speech is gargled away in less than 40 secs.....Thats Nihil Ultra for you....The topics are equally interesting with us talking about....Things Like the Gender Of God...The Generation The Indian Global Power Myth and stuff..... Things in Xaviers is hot now....We are in desperate needs to find time with the South Point Fest, Callisto, RAbindra Jayanti coming close and of course the FA Debate.....Hey its not a hyperbole I am using...Its a fact we are trying our level best to squeeze out every drop of secs from am min...The members of the Debate Club well leaving us apart(Freshers)We have the World Famous Agni who thinks "we were wise but later considers otherwise".The Voices Chieftan Ilmaz Syed....The moderator Ms.Ranjana Bhattacharya is the only good thing in first few days at least we hear something sensible except from the highly intellectual parts of Tanmoy which atleast has sense...We all are to be very frank worse than what we thought our vocational skills would be like and owing to fact about the time pressure we got real problems to improve on them..Hey forgot to tell you I messed up my side today I uttered a turncoat opinion(in between for and against the topic)I was supposed to speak for it...I suck in debating the points are but then it may be considerd.The vow is to improve the reality "Chances Are Bleak"
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Prince K. said…
Oho....
Blah.
Don't get ideas. RB usually chooses class 12's.
And I totally destroyed myself. Blah.
April 24, 2007 at 2:57 PM
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