Time Out… Cut it Out!
The best Instant Messenger conversations take place after midnight, but that’s only when there’s actually someone to talk to. I don’t know what you do if you’re up at that time without food to eat or...
View ArticleHuffin’ and Puffin’
My hard drive -the one with all my music and saved IM conversations and photos and stuff- has crashed. I’m not in grief, though; it’s happened so many times before that I’ve grown accustomed to it. I...
View ArticleCoffee Bars III
Horror of horrors! A Cafe Coffee Day has opened in Patiala! I can imagine regular readers raising an eyebrow. Some might even raise two. Surely, they feel, after his earlier paeans to coffee bars, one...
View ArticleThose were my vacations and these are my plans
I’m suffering from a deranged sleep cycle. Couldn’t get to sleep until half past five this morning, after which I slept until ten to ten and missed my IT lab- again. Wonderful. Sleep’s still trying to...
View ArticleThe Body as a Temple
If bodies are temples, mine would be the sort that’s had no worshipers for a few centuries, is falling into disrepair, and needs large and concerted efforts to restore it to former magnificence. My...
View ArticleShelter from the Storm
The past week has been eventful bordering on miserable. On Tuesday, me and Sarker decided to get buy a postpaid cellular connection. We took Gutri along so that we could give a billing address in...
View ArticleFeel Good Factor
The week gone by was rough. We’re in the middle of family crises that I won’t go into, but they’re serious all right. Today, though, a feel good factor erupted. Immediately after lunch, my brother’s...
View ArticleUnder the Influence II
In my earlier post about the plant otherwise known as Mary Jane, I may have given the impression that it leaves you feeling senti and goofy and maudlin. That’s not strictly accurate. It may do that to...
View ArticleThe Birds and the Bees
Well, I might as well make the obligatory Feast of St. Valentine post. My brother has recently started to read Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. Over here, he claims that he is doing this because I...
View ArticleUnder the Influence
Dope’s effect on other people is hilarious. Take the case of the bloke in the room opposite mine at hostel. To protect his privacy, I shall call him Sutta. Of late, he’s been on a health kick (again),...
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