baby, i love your parietal bones

yep, thats right. i love the "irregularly quadrilateral in form, and with two surfaces, four borders, and four angles" thing. but thats not the reason why i fell in love. thats the flipside of not being able to say it out aloud, not being able to do anything but stare with a childlike innocence when you arent looking and then when you turn, acting indifferent. damn. maybe i am a dork. can raise hell, but cant mumble anything coherently directly to you. but then again, when you are around, i just have to act smart. for pnce, someone took my life away from me and i dont want it back. cos my life rightfully belongs to that person. after all, how many more people will be able to give a better and more accurate measurement of that person's skull ;)

oh yes, for thos of you, who havent figured out what parietal bones are, thats the rear part of the skull :D

humari kismat to ....

Langda - The pricipal catalyst in the story  ....  Tragically, the one person who truly loves him is the one who will have to settle the scores ...

can i move on in life? the man who never would be bahubali .. never would be anything more than "apna bhai" ... at least i know my initial self doubts were baseless. but then, why cant i just get on with my life again? My Life. feels like i owed a lot of people a lot of things. guess i would have at least repayed that debt by the end of this all. guess thats the peril of having a hero like Mrityunjay :) and while death conquers all, a life less ordinary can conquer even death. and for once, the dreamer in me kicks back to life for the love of a princess .. after all i am still on the safe side of the thread :)

deja vu

ahh .. the egg-jams have ended. not mine though. i was just vicariously experiencing the traumas of last year. just the weekend before the mid terms start, you get your laptops. confused where you loyalties should lie, you realise that the machine has cut off even your last few human contacts. the schedule hasnt exactly been kind enough to help you make great friendships other than wih those in your wing, your sectionmtes who sit somewhere around you, members of your assignment group or maybe the folks who were n the same train journey as you were. (orkut wasnt tht big a fad an year back !) so all alone, you sit in your room, thinking that you knew microeco but then when you look at old question papers and text book exercises the rude realisation strikes and you figure out that there is very little that can save you from doom. all that extra currs which you participated in with so much enthu, all those out of the way favours you doled out have taken you nowhere. and after youscrew up your exam, you are faced with MA, where you knew you werent worth a penny as an accountant's assistant's assistant. and as a result, you loose whatever remaining interest you had in studies. and in this despair, you try to seek out friends, nay more than friends, people with whom you can actually share your burden. and there on we tread into dangerous trritories... which thankfully never happened for me as i chose (knowingly or unknowingly) to enter the vicous cycle once more what with the high enthu beach trip and all :) but when i think of it now, i still fondly remember the parties rather than the sour grades.mayb e my outlook will change in the future, but till that happens, PARRTTYY ON :)

will the real auto shady please stand up ???

its so annoying ... you are going down the hill for a walk and there is a ric coming in the oppositte direction and then the guy inside just sticks his hand out of the ric and before you can figure out what happened, its gone, vanished around a bendin the road. what was that supposed to mean? as long as its not from a thulla, all it seems to say is .. well ...     ...    talk to the hand ! .. or something even more sacrilegious in Nigeria !! what people dont understand before a good intentioned hi is that i do not have the  privilege of looking at them. bhaiyyon aur behnon (rakhi bhi aa rahi hai :O) pleeaassee hi mat karo mujhe! i dont mean no offence but i WILL NOT reply back. you think thats being rude? dude, you then have no idea of how much i suffer at not having been courteous enough to a dear friend. and adding to the mystery is that i dont even know who it was. after all, i am "not a nice man to know" ;)