This is what Buddha must've felt under the tree...

Am watching a movie smack in the middle of my exam preparation and I realize I've developed an incredible crush on Colin Firth.
Ever since those BBC Pride and Prejudice days. Flamed and stirred with the Bridget Jones-falling-for-inexpressive-yet-smouldering-Mark Darcy. Switch to the fight scene between Hugh Grant and Firth- 2 Englishmen hitting each other with their handbags, too afraid to get hit themselves. Realistic cinema, they call it.

Epiphanies at midnight, I like to believe. LPD notes lying carelessly on my table.

Life is like that...eccentrically arcuate.

What 3 yrs' worth of project time have made me realise...

What would u think if I sang out a tune?

surya terrace...ordinary booze with some great company, disparate albeit.
Bad food but great slime...
the breeze was just right. We had Hey Jude and Scientist competing for critique and attention.

"I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine, we talked until two and then she said..."

yea man DPC is fuckin over!





Am too fuckin’ high

Everyone's insecure. Yet how we strut!
You know, deep-inside, oh how you know how afraid you really are
Almost sure, looking surreptitiously for tell-tale signs, that she is just as scared, yet a perverse part of your mind eggs you, "Why would she be?"
Feeding on my private horrors
Am licking my old wounds.

..I never thought I was a masochist. Now I find an irresistible pleasure in my pain

A tiny peek into Rudra's mind

Extension!

Corp Notes

I find it extremely tiresome to take notes in class. Any Subject. Puts me to sleep. Most of our professors also have the unfortunate habit of meandering. Hence in the middle of a somewhat interesting lecture on corporate mergers, Pill-Man begins to maunder...he rambles about his childhood in Kerala. By the time he reaches his adolescence, I've zoned out completely.
Next thing I know that this digression into his fascinating life has stopped where he was dumped by the girl-next-door for being a dickhead and is now back to discussing corporate law with manic fervour. A Dickhead. Still.
I look down at my notes. All I have to show for my diligent note-taking are irregular blanks in midst of few words scribbled here and there- "shares" "holding...??" Wait, what is that? Ah! must have drooled in my sleep...

"Sorry to digress from the lecture sir", 43 apologises. Ha! That is all that this bloody course is about!! Arbit reflections on Malayali literature, obscure quotations by some random firangi judge and lascivious smiles at Niranjan..

"No structure man! Itne saal padhane ka faayda kya hua, chutiye buddhe ka," Vino,sitting next to me, explodes.
...I think I agree whole-heartedly with the chutiya bit