More random stuff then...

Um, okay, not the last one yet I guess.

For years, my once-boss has been writing "teh" in place of "the" and only today it struck me that all this while she was LOLspeaking and I didn't notice!

You guys remember my cat-fetish? And also the fact that I was a puppy? Good. Then today I just became re-christened as Mowgli and guess what? There's something called a Mowgli Syndrome. The people who become trapped between the animal and the human world are Mowgli's. For realsies! Watch out coz I might swing on that nearest tree branch of yours in my leopard-print underoos and come and say hello!

I guess there won't be many more Nyara updates coz I think he has finally taken the hint. I will find you all lovely people someone else, more interesting. That would be no trouble really because in any way I am up at one in the morning -
(a) eating nuts (that is, a hard-shelled fruit of some plants, not how Confucious defined it: Man who stick dick in peanut butter jar is fucking nuts),
(b) secretly dreading the point where I would actually need to sleep and for that have to clear my bed of the shitloads of notes and books that I didn't touch all weekend,
(c) Google-ing Mowgli and Nuts so that it makes a blog post.

So, you are welcome.

I guess that would be it, for now. Traala..

Seeking Remedy...

Okay, a few things.

The only time I talk these days is when I am sitting in the ENR class and literally squirming with impatience because it means three hours of confinement, twice a week and all these pain while I am not learning new stuff. At least, so far. Sometimes I just try to keep shut coz no one likes a show-off but most of the times I just have to speak because otherwise I will just go crazy. I hope the professor doesn't mind but if he does then the damage has been done already.

I made another mistake today and that was checking the price of the air-tickets to Kolkata. That was when it got hammered in as to how god-forsaken this place is. And its so far from everything else that even if I get to go someplace, I will be a fucked up pauper.

Sorry if this post joins the list of dark ones of which there are so many these days. But funny things have stopped happening it seems. I am writing this sitting in Remedy Cafe which is another version of Indian Coffee House, College Street or at least the Jadavpur one - which did nothing to improve my mood.