Mai Aur Meri Dadhi

Have been growing a beard for the last two months. It’s been enjoyable more because this lets me indulge in the one thing I live for…laziness. Also it does satiate my strong penchant to notoriety. Though this comes at a cost of compromising my self-esteem (yeah I have some) since people take it as yet another source of perverse comedy.

There is a subtle matter of appearance…there’s divided opinion about who or rather what I look like most, a convict, a sadhu or a militant. The final blow came when I saw my cousin scaring her kid into eating lunch by pointing a finger at me. I have also earned some new sobriquets viz. dadhi, swami, baba, sadhu, atankwadi, kafir :D

The return

One and a half month since my last post. So u see my interests still remain temporal and my laziness legendary. Surprisingly people have been reading my blog. So I am back to plague the internet with my undying woes. Obviously nothing unusual to write about. My life remains as unchanging as ever.

But now that I think of it, I shud mention that I have been finally allotted work…which may come across as something very comical for the likes of Ankit and gang. But my six months of idleness has made me a minor legend in AO. And I still remain a victim of some really cliched humor.

Dev

Saw Dev on Saturday. A totally impotent storyline coupled with dry dialog. Add to it some really confused smooch scenes, a tiring theme and a very slow pace. As if Fardeen and Kareena weren’t enough, Bacchan joins in the monkey-show. He seems to be getting crazier by the day…movie after movie filled with cliched policeman acts and boring dialog. As mota sez he’s raking in all the moolah there is to offer before he retires.

Anyway Balbeer’s got tickets for Lakshya this Sunday. Maybe that will turn out to be better than the last couple of movies I have seen.

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 :).