Thinking Seat

My roomies make a big issue over me taking long time on the thinking seat. In their hasty judgments they fail to realize that my long reveries on “the seat” have lead to many a insights into the finer nuances of life. I can recount numerous instances where my trance on the seat has effected divine enlightenment. Every morning I find myself at the receiving end of their perverse sarcasm. But it’s worth the only time of isolation and concentration I get throughout the day :).

Lunch Guy

The guy standing at the lunch counter, besides serving toxic gravy and dal also provides a daily dose of humor. He seems to hold a secret grudge against our gang of freshers . The dessert, the most or rather the only edible part of the food is given on a serve-on-need basis. You have to go and stand at the counter, give him “the look” and he returns it with a really tiny portion of food. Every week at least once, one of our party is rejected by this dude for a second helping. Goenka leads with a score of 4 rejections. Even I have tried my luck, but in vain. As to why someone would make such an issue over food beats my intellect.

Random rant

Quite some time since I posted anything here. The reason, though unbelievable, is that I was busy doing some crap in Swing.

Last weekend was awesome. Wanted to see Hum Tum on Saturday. But much to Manan's frustration we did not get the tickets. Hence had to attend a special gay screening of Aan –Men At Work in Esquare. The movie is a must-see-to-believe entertainer. Not to miss - Guy in front of me asks for “ek half ek full, Harry Potter” and Manya bursts into a stream of expletives in public.

Mota took us to Ambience for lunch. Sizzlers there are recommended :P.