It feels weird to type out your blog on someone else’s comp. Having not written anything for the past one month has taken its toll on me. So Jamshedpur it is for now and I have absolutely no idea how long it is going to be. The intern is phasing not in an unexpected manner though I can safely say it would be the most non-farzi part of my curriculum, past or future.
I only recently had a chance after a long time to devour on friends' blogs. The admin here sucks bigtime and they have blocked “blogspot” as a domain. So anywhoo, I found that Dela and Kaka, true to themselves haven’t made an effort, luckier though they are than me in terms of access to internet. Lefty typically wrote a classy one which said all about his emotions towards R. Rapu tried to do something on similar lines, then found he was a robot. Murtha for a change was quite unperky (To Murtha: Welcome to the club dude!!).
So much so for a detour, getting things back to me, life here has sprung some surprises. Not always the pessimist, I choose to move on leaving the fact that some of my batchees have been given probably every comfort known to man (spacetravel included) whereas I, well to simply put it, haven’t. Though I do plan to make my time here worth by visiting all the adjoining areas. Puri, it is for the upcoming weekend.
Having M here for company is an added advantage because there are always those “GREATEST QUOTE OF ALL TIME” moments. One particular incident comes to mind when I made an extremely,well, unchauvinistic observation on a lady being examined for her heartbeat. So I told M about our equivalent when we are examined for hernia and hydrosil. M, not being remotely surprised asked whether SHE was being examined for hernia. My laughter, though having a high decibel count was instantly quietened when in a fit of joy, I hit my hand on the ceiling fan.
Wow, I am really at a loss here for words. I had thought of many things to write, but a month is a long time and frankly, United sucked in the final. That has dampened my mood a lot. I always thought going with one striker hasn’t been our strength, but Fergie is God and you trust him. Didn’t work out unfortunately, though unlike the scouse bastards, I always think the talk of “next year” never dies down for United and maybe we’ll usurp them. Knock them of their effing perch, we will.
I also wanted to write a senti blog on bidding goodbyes to all the seniors, though obviously, I am way beyond that but just as a message “You all will be remembered!”.
I put an end here for the timebeing probably knowing that it will be another long period before my portal is again lit up by my, exquisite anyone?, writing. Plans to meet Lefty in Cal still give joy and then last but not least, insti would never have seemed as welcoming as it would when I get there about 45 days from now.
Arrideverci!
P.S.-The title will be elaborated only on personal queries. Just to clear thingsup, it has nothing to do with me dwelling here.
