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A tribute!

If you just happen to stroll by Church Street sometime, you might just find me on the second floor of a shanty little building. And you can join me if you wish.

I am suffering from Depression. The reason: My hair, or rather the lack of it now.

In what appears like a phantasmagoria now, in a single stroke of unbridled fanaticism, I got my ‘pretty locks’ chopped. I had been carefully cultivating them for over two months, taking care to ensure that they fell all over my face. Alas, they last no more.

I am going on a not so well deserved vacation to Rajasthan soon. And owing to the suggestion of a certain LoSeR!, I have decided to make a detour to Lakshwadeep to hire some snorkeling gear. I shall go to the desert and bury my head there, wearing the gear and all, and stay in hibernation till my hair grows back.

Just thing about my hair makes me go Yeewww!

I am looking like a ten year old kid again.

No “hen-makulu” looks at me anymore, no riding faster just to get my hair flutter around a bit more and worse of all, no entry to ‘Kalyug’[which for the uninformed is a radical new ‘A’ movie] That’s sucks! Just when I had received so many reviews heralding the movie’s cinematography, I find myself unable to enter.

I tried various disguises and tricks to get in the theatre. I went with the season veteran Gaurav Kothari but wasn’t allowed to enter. I showed the watchman my driving license, but that fellow gave me wide, toothy smile, with toothpick and all and reminded me that I stayed in India. Next, I chopped off the head of a (new) floor mop; and used some lipstick and two oranges. But what do I get? A kick in my butt, and no refund too. I am suing that theatre!

I shall try my luck again, in Rajasthan. Let’s hope it works.

P.S. By reading this blog, you resolve to stand up for a minute and pay last respects for my now deceased hair. The poor fellows were barbarously murdered along with their kith and kin. No compensation has been announced yet.

And while your at the prayer, contribute a lil’ for my semester marks too. Pray for them, and if possible, provide tampered weighing machines to my University.

Circle Of Life!

We have had three days of classes in the Second Semester and I can proudly proclaim that I have 100% attendance.

The perseverance, the determination, the skill and the inspiration that made me achieve this phenomenal achievement is worthy of a book being penned by me, which I shall start soon. I am looking for some publishers who would want to pay me in advance. Anyone?

However, Amar has not been so lucky. Poor fellow has eligibility tests, more of a formality but tests nevertheless. My Accounts teacher still continuously picks on him despite him attending more classes than my other illustrations acquaintances at college.

Over these long holidays, spanning for over a month, I have observed quite a few oddments about myself. I read nearly all books back first going on the cover. I open the newspaper and read the last page first, I read all comics from the last and except novels known for surprise endings, I read them too with the last page first.

Well, that I guess comes with me being a left hander. The other possible hypothetical reason has been that my right brain(puns!) had stopped working ever since I had decided to be a nurse in LKG. My teacher used to say that it was a very good profession. I was inspired then. It has had, as you can see, its harmful consequences.

The other reason might be that I had thought that I had been learning Arabic in school for all these years. Only recently did I realize that it was Hindi. How stupid of me.

The other nitwit things I do is that I can’t make up my mind to study before 12 in the night. That’s when I get extraordinarily motivated and sit for a full 15 minutes studying hard before deciding that its time to sleep and do just that. I also make plans to begin studying the next day by 2 in the afternoon. But history repeats every day and I start only at 12 again.

That’s my Circle Of Life, and I love it.

The Opportunistic mind of an Egoist

From now on, I can finally strut about city saying I know an IITian. Ha HA,

“I know an IITian!”

I could have said that 2 years back when people like VD and Kartik joined that stupid, wretched, blood sucking place called BASE; but today, I can say that with an air of finality after having met an IITian who has just completed six months there.

Knowing an IITian gives you the unprivileged advantage of being constantly met with envious, fanatical eyes who want to kill you for enjoying that privilege. And especially with people like me, who go around boasting about it; don’t be surprised if I actually get bashed up by someone. If I do get bashed up, its Kartik’s and VD’s fault. Blame them.

Its wonderful meeting old friends, especially when one is a LoSer! like me, the other owns an I Pod Nano, yet another who has gone through rehab and no longer rides like the young-blooded street racer that he was, one who owns a scooty pep!, another loser who likes doing B.Com when he is not trying to break codes for the CIA and of course VD who has returned from the IIT (which I have always likened to the Hulks for some reason).

Ha!

“I know an IITian!”

Well, I don’t know how the psychology of a human brain works but for some reason I have always had time to log on to the net even during the most hectic days but hardly have time when I have holidays. Strange!

Exams again!

Ok, this past week has been hectic. I couldn’t play GTA even once, that too just when I had got the mission to steal the Desert Tank by sneaking into the Army Encampment.
The reason? Exams.

Now, they are done with, and were more surprising for more reasons than one.

First, the papers didn’t leak (Its generally available with even groundnut sellers everywhere in Bangalore. This time they weren’t).

Second, my buddy, Gaurav Kothari(who has the obnoxious habit of wearing clip-on earrings on his eyebrows!) didn’t write the exam. I couldn’t fudge. Too bad.

Third, I did better than I expected.

I also observed a few things which humans are generally not expected to observe, especially if you study in my college.

Jain College Students look really bad with books, and most of them could be seen with books during the exam. Second, the girls in my college wear even fewer clothes during exams, even when it is 15 degrees outside, and especially when you’re trying to write an accounts paper. Its more noticeable when there are girls all around you.

And last, its so damn relieving when instead of greeting Amar with the usual ‘Hi!’, you generally say ;

‘Dude, I am Screwed man’.
‘ I don’t know nothing. I started at 9 yesterday.’

Confessing that takes guts, and we seemed to do so everyday except of course for maths when we just exchanged a stupid grin.

And the best part is that we have holidays till the 12th.

Yippee!