My world this week..

There was “The world this week” in DD National a few years back; it was Pronoy Roy’s presentation skills that drew me to it rather than any interest in the worldly affairs.

So had a happening (debatable,ofcourse) week so far:

The week started with a ‘bad news’ (that’s how my aunt described it, though the news in itself was good).

And came Monday, the fuel surcharge went up by 300 Rs; I was shocked (Those who didn’t feel the tremors, plz read this). Considering that I was just about to book my flights for my trip home n Jan (my second one within a span of one month ;will relieve my wallet of some burden), the reason behind it being the most happening thing in my life right now (My best friends wedding, with a rewritten script :P).

And Tuesday, I fell flat (that too with not even a single good looking guy anywhere in sight).One moment I was walking along with my shopping bag and the next moment I was lying on the footpath.
Rather,” My verticality turned to horizontality and my occipital bone kissed the earth“– got it from my English teacher in Xth. He used to cite it as an example for the usage of bombastic language.

Nothing happened on Wednesday :(
And on Thursday too (so far that is; but doesn’t matter)
And Friday doesn’t look promising either :D

And the weekend is predictable (sleeping, washing and the Sunday sermon don’t count).

So decided to wrap up my week early :P (fri,sat n sun will be written off as "miscellaneous")

And yes, my hour’s countdown has started again. It’s 382 and counting!!!
Thought of reposting my 444 and counting , but then posting at 3 am is not an interesting prospect :D

THEN N NOW

THERE WAS A TIME WHEN

The 13RS masala dosa (that too self service) from the college canteen qualified as a treat.

Talking for even 10 min on the phone was an ordeal for me (and those “long” conversations usually happened when one of my friends missed a class and had to get the updates :D)

My hindi vocabulory started and ended with "kya"

Each and every run scored by Sourav Ganguly was regarded as a matter of great personal pride.


AND NOW

The 50 RS masala dosa served by waiters in traditional south Indian attire with carnatic music n d background and an extra 12% vat added onto the bill makes me yawn.

My blabber can extend up to 1 hour, I know I am still a gross underachiever but 10 min to 1 hour is a really long way to come, that too in just 7 years.

I do understand "a few" of Gulzar's(I hope my colleague's answer to "who writes the toughest lyrics in hindi?" is right)lyrics

Ganguly being in the playing eleven itself is such a pleasant surprise for me :D


The times for sure are changing :P
Or maybe I am just growing up

PS: my friend says the canteen masala dosa was only RS 9.one more sign that i am growing "up".

My world

I live in a black and white world; but I am allowed shades of gray!!!
The hypocrite that I am :)

Just getting the cobwebs out :)

It has been a while since I blogged. I do have a list of lame excuses. But why bother :P

And today sitting in office after a bad lunch (incidentally I happen to be a member of the ‘committee for improving the quality of canteen food’, which like any other committee went into hibernation after a few meetings) fighting off the Monday morning blues(For the record, I am pretty flexible; be it about the ‘Monday’ part or the ‘morning’ part) , I thought of posting a few one-liners (I am not sure that they belong to that category, but it doesn’t matter), which was coined mainly during conversations with my friends:

I came, I saw, I shrugged.

I know what I don’t want/like, but not what I want/like.

I am not an atheist, I am not an agnostic; I am just plain lazy. (But the inertia of 23 years drags me to church pretty often. Now that reminds me of the Apache ad, cool one)

Marriage is a process in which a person who is a stranger for the first one-third of your life becomes the center of the rest two-third of your life.

Don’t walk in front of me, I wont follow you; don’t walk behind me, I wont lead you anywhere; just get the hell out of my life. (This one has already made its debut in a previous post)

Love is blind, said someone.
Its deaf and dumb too, says me.
So all those who are in love, please do not forget to avail the pension for the disabled.
Self assessment: sick sense of humor: D