i am on a blogging spree.its become my pet strategy to put off work pressure.
its not funny when you have two goddamn projects and two tutorials lined up for the week.
however what IS funny is how,in such acute situations,i find recluse in the most bizarre things.sudoku then.blog now.
what has remained constant is my love for the radio.not your jing bang stations belting out himmesh reshammiya 24*7.i have remained a patron of AIR since forever i think.
the family pretends they dont know me.and they have every reason not to.
i would have acted the same way had i HAD TO board with 'me'.
ma is sweet.she prefers to hold her nose from the head backwards.i have lost count of the times she has cribbed about how nice and petit i was as a kid.
ma is damn sweet.she has tried a zilion times to drive home the point that i have turned out a demented freak.but everytime she cant get beyond the cribbing part.
baba is more candid.you can get from the way he watches me.its the same look a chaffeur gives to a flat tyre.
i am too much torn between trying to be normal and me all at the same time.
resolutions are a bad idea.and temptation is,err...too tempting.trying to stick to conventions is very stifling even if it means less awkward stares and widemouthed gaping.
on a different note,or maybe it aint that different from what i have been discussing if it can be considered a discussion at all,watching dogs mate has turned out to be a nice pastime.
its not exactly mating but a hell lot of foreplay,sniffing and barking around.
there is only one bitch(!!!) and some 7,8 horny,nymphomaniac dogs in the campus.
the bitch probably thinks she is the best thing that could have ever happenned to dog kind.and the dogs,as dogs are,cant get enough of her.what follows i leave to your imagination.but discerning 'the act' for sometime now,i cant suppress my intrigue.there must have been or is a Vatsayana among the dogs.
try watching dog-fucking the next time if you dont believe me.