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It has been raining on and off for about a fortnight now. Which is good, because I like the rain. There are few things in life more blissful than walking in the rain. Especially when the rain one walks in is like the rain these days. The rain these days is nice. It's the kind of rain that doesn't drench you within 10 seconds of stepping out, and doesn't hurt your eyes when you look up to catch a glimpse of the cloudy, yet amazingly blue sky.

The point I am trying to make is that I am talking funny, am extremely tired, and desperately need to get some sleep.

And just so you know, Bewitched is a pathetic movie, but Nicole Kidman has never looked prettier.

Good Night.

For the record...

I seem to be back.
Just about.

Far over the misty mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverms old,
We must away ere break of day,
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

-- Thorin Oakenshield.

Tagged!

That's what I've been. Tagged. Tagged by the Evil Multi-Colored Monster. I've been told that people who don't respect such tags develop knobby knees and die young. I don't really have a problem with dying young, but I don't think I'll be able to stand the knobby knees. I am, therefore, going to play by the rules, and obediently answer the following set of meaningless questions, before dumping them on some other poor, unsuspecting and hapless soul.

Five things I will look for in my Fiancée:
1. Must be able to sustain conversation. I hate nothing more than uncomfortable pauses.
2. Money. I'm not going to be able to make much on my own. So I guess I'll have to settle for a rich fiancée.
3. Breasts. Breasts, breasts, breasts (I tend to repeat that word a lot. Kinda like the way it sounds). Yep, gotta have those. And legs. Long, long shapely legs. And a nice, perfectly-sized nose. Nothing beats a nice nose.
4. Glasses. Call me weird, but I find hot girls who wear specs very attractive.
5. Hair. Long, soft hair really works for me.

Five things I like to eat:
1. Other people's food.
2. Kismi Toffee Bar.
3. Mango Bite. Parle Mango Bite.
4. Sandwiches with Peanut Butter (Crunchy) inside.
5. Paapads. I love Paapads.

Five Goals of Life:
1. Procreating.
2. Acquiring the ability to talk less and listen more.
3. Learning to remain as calm as possible. (Serenity Now. Serenity Now.)
4. Killing Chawla (I shall use a compass).
5. Being able to live a life free from the menace of evil tags.

Five things I say a lot:
1. "Ohh!!!" - My way of greeting people. Anything longer is too elaborate.
2. "You're breaking my balls, dude. Breaking my balls." - My way of telling people they're breaking my balls.
3. "Go stick your head in a pig." - My way of telling people to go stick their heads in a pig.
4. "Screw you guys, I'm going home." - I'm an attachee. This line, as a result, works.
5. "Haaha!" - Usually goes well with pointing. Regular watchers of 'The Simpsons' would, I am sure, concur.

Now comes the good part. The passing of the tag. I choose to pass it on to Aseem, Saurabh, and Saira. If you don't answer the stupid questions, you shall develop knobby knees and die young.

And I think I forgot to mention that your hair might fall off.

Runnin' in Circles

Nobody said it was easy,
It’s such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be so hard.
I’m goin’ back to the start.

Let's get some things straight.

1. At IITD, there exists no such thing as a good minor.
2. EEL 102 lab is the most arbit and fraudy lab ever devised, and the lab-assistants are too busy fighting amongst themselves to pay any attention to us.
3. The maximum grade one can hope to achieve on MEP 201 this semester is an F.
4. One must never venture within arm's length of Solid Mechanics professors.
5. IIT DOES NOT ROX.
6. Points are fun to write in.
7. All girls are weird, psycho-bitches. The hot ones, more so.
8. The guy manning the Nescafé counter at IITD is an ass, but a very entertaining ass with very poor taste in women.
9. Nothing beats pointing and laughing, Nelson style.
10. Kazimi is a very confused man.
11. I think I shall sleep now.

What the...

I took 40 minutes to reach home today. 40 minutes. I drove for 40 minutes in heavy traffic and the blistering heat. I took 40 minutes to travel a distance of 2.5 kilometres, and never once did I manage to get to the 3rd gear. And as if that wasn't unpleasant enough, I was surrounded throughout by Dhoom-enabled motorcycles and cars playing, "Aririrarara, aririrararu, aririrararo, aririrarari, Jaast Loveme. Jaaast Loveme."
I reached home, and I switched on the telly, and what did I see? 'King of Queens'. Not 'That 70's Show'. 'King of Queens'. A show about a fat man in brown shorts. Just what a guy needs after a long day.

And life, in the meantime, continues to get worse.

I have been taught...

He who knows, and knows he knows,
He is wise. Follow him.

He who knows, and knows-not he knows,
He is asleep. Wake him.

He who knows-not, and knows he knows-not,
He is a child. Teach him.

He who knows-not, and knows-not he knows-not,
He is a fool. Shun him.

Aaarghh!!

Goddamn F***ing Minors.