Ah! Another broken promise. I promised myself not to post until the end-sems finished but then, the lure of watching increasing number of posts, loads of stuff to blabber on and Dela's last post have managed to break my fragile resolve and here I am typing away in the ICC (which, for the benefit of the confused, is the Institute Computer Center).
Fellow bloggers had been posting furiously for the past two weeks with varying issues to type on. While good ol' Chussaman decided to dearly praise our amazingly smart (Darn! When will I get that perfect sardonic tone?) Human Resource Development Minister, Big B's brilliont (sic) class auditioned for the silver screen at (what I feel is the) Bhoot Bungla back home and Dela had a close introspection, thanks to the results of some arbit 75-question test on a nicely-designed site.
Yours truly, on the other hand, while Wikipedia-ing and Wiktionary-ing his liver off (Ah, I love tabbed browsing! The joy of Ctrl+Tab-ing like crazy gives such bliss!), totally forgot what he was to banter on!
Hmmm...as I try to recall, I'd just like to add some useless information.
My corridor's ultimate unfulfilled wish had finally been granted (thanks to the creative genius of an inedible Sushi and a superhero called "The Bulk") with me, a la the rest of the corridor (namely Chussaman, Bhussaman, Japsi, Dhassu, Polu...) being finally bestowed upon with the not-always-desired honour of a nickname- HHH, the full form of which, I'm afraid, I can't reveal due to certain reservations (not to be confused with the magic number 27) about the readership of this not-really-read-just-some-blatant-showing-off blog. Well, it does contain a reference to my idiosyncratic hair-don't (Yeah, right! You give two hoots for that).
And, well, it does feel nice to be (as it would be in C++) referred to as The Cerebral Assassin (which this very page would gladly demonstrate).
Hmmm...what was I gonna write on? Aaargh!...
Chussaman also happened to touch upon another burning (literally!) issue with the whole Olympic torch relay being put off saga- something I'd love to have an opinion on, but for my blissful ignorance of the newspaper these days- all I can manage to lay my hands on daily is the Sudoku.
But, a little bit of riding the the WWW wave has brought the issue in front of the all-pervading cerebellum's court. But then, I refrain from commenting on any political issues on my blog; I guess I'm too flimsy when it comes to political views. So, I'd also refuse to blare out my reservations with the whole reservation policy, too.
Darn! Why does my memory cheat me when I so don't want it to!...
OK. I give up. I've totally forgotten what I wanted to type about and I'd rather not irritate you anymore.
Sorry, Dela. I guess there ain't no rescuing you from your boredom back at G-86/G-89/whatever-it-might-be-soon.
P.S.- By the way, Azad Bhawan is going to be my (official) refuge after May 12. Goodbye, S-123, Rajendra Bhawan!
P.P.S.- Monsieur Draupadi-var Lion is a nice guy.
4 months ago
3 comments:
Wait a second, shouldn't Horny Helmet Headed Haddu be HHHH? or has my math reached an all-time low?
Anyhoo, good to have you over at azad. hope u end up in one of the matchboxes. It's a learning experience you see. One year here and for the rest of your life, even a prison cell will seem like a mansion
nice as always !
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vaise Howzzat HHHH ?
Well, Sushi, I guess, meant to take Helmet-head as contributing to 1 H only. That does make it analogous to the great Cerebral Assasin hinself and makes pronouncing it much easier too!
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