Of Morbid Dreams & Dirty Brits & Everything ..

Tomorrow I complete 9 months of my first employment. I really do not wish to do this work anymore. Grrr...mmphff...kkhhrkk. Patience.

Last night I dreamt I was running. Its rare of me to remember my dreams. But last night's was particularly scary. Cause well I was running away from something I was scared of, can't for the life of me recall what. And as I kept running, my skin began to peel off in thin strips leaving behind red streaks on my body. As the skin came peeling off, I got scared-er and ran faster, and the faster I ran the quicker my skin kept peeling off. I don't remember anymore but I do recall my heart pumping even in my dream. dhuk-dhuk..dhuk-dhuk..dhuk-dhuk.

The more I experience the present world, the more I believe that everyone around me needs a shrink. No one else seems to think so in my present social circle. Makes me feel these days that I might be the one who needs a shrink. Low self esteem is bloody new to me. Matter of fact it so fucking isn't ME!

I recently met this Brit guy at a party who casually left the house and walked across the parking lot barefoot right till the main road. He wasn't drunk and it genuinely never occurred to him to wear sandals. In fact he seemed flabbergasted when I tried to be a good host (read Indian) and offered him my slippers to return upstairs in. Certain women in my class had often chastised me for being dirty, and they had a point. But atleast I understood what dirty means. This bugger has no concept man.

I've decided I want to be a teleporter. Its the only way I can visit all the places I wish to and still have a job.

Dyoood, where's my caar?!?

Photo courtesy PTI

That, my dear readers, is a money garland. ie. garland made of monies. (Dyoood!! #1)

The currency value of the garland in the picture is estimated to be anywhere between Rs.21 lakhs to Rs. 21 crores according to the Hindu. Don't ask me how they came across the number 21. (Dyoood!! #2)

In response to all the criticism she received for accepting gifts of such kind, Ms. Mayawati has stated that she will conduct parda farsh, literally translating to remove the curtain, rallies all across UP district headquarters of her party (the BSP) in order to reveal the conspiracy by such critics against her on March 25. It is a tad confusing as to how a rally may reveal a conspiracy, but there you have it. (Dyoood!! #3)

She would follow up on such aforesaid rallies with protests against the Women's Resevation Bill on April 14 and - this is the best part - demonstrations against price rise on June 22. (Dyoood!! #4)

Meanwhile her party is determined to continue gifting her garlands strung with currency as a token of their loyalty to her. (Dyoood I can't take no mooore!!)

Beautiful girl

Hottie of the month : Melanie Laurent

Like the first time I saw her in Inglourious Basterds.

Picture from here.

A day in the life of ..

18.4 Kallis to Bopara, FOUR, Another full toss, third one of the over, and this has disappeared to square-leg boundary. Preity Zinta claps.

I love the last bit of information. Courtesy www.cricinfo.com

Of Belated Glory

It's been five years since NALSAR won any football tournament anywhere. However, a bunch of kids who've barely played together for much time, came together at SAI Complex football ground, Kolkata after securing a clean sheet right through the tournament.

Most were visibly tired and semi-drugged on Combiflams to ease the aching in their legs and backs from other ongoing events. They went up against the ever formidable NUJS playing at home at their own sports fest INVICTA '10. The boys showed a lot of heart and moved the ball around the field fluently to dominate the first half. Three fantastic plays were not converted into goals. One was a heartbreakingly near miss. The second half revealed a more tired side defending itself against wave after wave of NUJS attack and trying to counter-attack in vain. It was clear that the wind had been knocked out of their weary lungs. The home side hit the cross bar once and had a couple of other close chances. However, the match stayed goalless till the end of the scheduled time and extra time. Roll in Penalties. Couple of unlucky shots hit the cross bar and one mistimed kick went sailing away from the goal for the visitors. Their keeper however saved two strikes which alongwith another miss dragged the never-ending game to sudden death.

The home-team took their chance first and it was calmly saved under pressure by the visiting keeper. Then one of the oldest warhorses from of the present side stepped up to lob in the winner after wrongfooting the host keeper. And we won!!! Finally!

Well done NALSAR, Champions of Invicta '10. And well played NUJS.

My father is in Japan. I wanted him to get me a samurai sword. I think I let him down. He calmly explained that they wouldn't allow weapons on board a flight even if they actually sold a samurai sword to a common man (while secretly recounting the thousands he's spent on my education no doubt). A camera, Ipod or funky watch maybe??

He's granted my alternate wish of getting me a pair of Zori chappals, so yaay!

The entire NALSAR contingent is in town for a fest. Met a lotta juniors (who are like seniors now, damn) and spoke to some I had never spoken to in college. Friday night Olypub, Kolkata was invaded by nalsarites. And well everyone got to know once the lights went out for a while. We can be an annoyingly loud bunch when inebriated and of course still in college.

It's funny being amidst your college juniors now. Its not that you're any wiser or do not have similar intentions and all. Its just that what comes naturally to them still, bears severe consequences for you. Like being hungover at work. Not the same as being hungover in class, nossir.

Anyway it was nice meeting them kids one more time (or maybe one last time!?!). These kids are waay more uninhibited than we were at their age. Good for them I say.

Also I hope and pray they win the football tournament. Please man God, please.

I have a permanent back problem now. As in it starts hurting for no rhyme or reason. Or maybe the reason is that I'm sitting upright for too long. That followed by a severe sleep starvation. As in my body and mind are tired but I still don't seem to get any sleep till late in the night. The latter is disturbing since till only 8 months back my biggest problem was that I slept too much. Like over 12 hours a day on an average. If this is life balancing itself out then I wish it wouldn't.

Somewhere in my mind I've realised that the Rorschach in college wouldn't be very good friends with the Rorschach that is the working man. This I find more disturbing than the aforesaid physical ailments, me being particularly fond of the college version.

Blue pill? Red pill? LSD??!? What have I done wrong??

Once they know you need them ...

they treat you like shit.

Ergo, presently freedom could be synonymous to starvation. Both literally and metaphorically.