Dialogue with myself

There are times when you lose faith, completely, in the system.
On the upside, there's always the Simpsons. (All hail Piratebay.) Especially on winter afternoons when the outdoor.... is gloomy.

No, seriously though. Delhi University is making life difficult for students.
I actually got hit by a flying shoe-box in a showstore near campus.

No, every alternate sentence must not be a cynical non-funny interjection.
But I did get hit by a box of shoes. The shoe store was weird. The clerks throw shoes down from the attic where they store shoes. Then another clerk catches the box and then throws them at the clerk who is serving you. Beware! A box of flying shoes in the tummy will be painful. Moral: Never be coaxed into accompanying friends to shoe shop.

Coming back to the point, the semester system was imposed without proper thought or planning. So the professors are always on strike. The new syllabus is terrible (apparently) and it is not very practical to expect a university which barely manages to check exam papers once a year to manage it twice a year.

Trisha Ray tagged me in a post asking me to list 15 authors in no particular order. Here goes.

Douglas Adams- there are people crazier than my family. yes. love.
Eoin Colfer- I know. The new books all suck. I don't care. I was a kid when i fell in love with a shiny cover and then the mastermind inside the shiny covers.
Shirshendu- the world is crazy and ghosts exist but real people are weirder.
Moti Nandi- It is possible to write a novel about a sportsperson every year and yet not get boring.
Premendro Mitra- Ghanada is the best sci-fi EVER written. In any language. DO NOT contradict me.
(trying to think of stuff other than weird now)
Salinger- The Glass family. All of the stories/novellas.
Steinbeck- I cried when he shot Lennie.
Thomas Hardy- Tess of the D'Urbervilles sent me into depression. I hate Thomas Hardy. Each of his books I read, I swear I will never read another, but I do. Once every five years.
Woody Allen and P.G.Wodehouse and Thurber- Brought me out of depression. Many many times.
Roald Dahl- gave a seven year old with terrible asthma who thought without running around life was over another reason to enjoy living.
Robert Graves- Ok I don't even remember I, Claudius that well but I remember that it was awesome.
Bill Patterson- yes reading Calvin and Hobbes counts. Right?
Shel Silverstein- um.

Ok how many is that? Also..
DISCLAIMER: i CAN deny this list. i might remember 15 more authors who were more important to me in like 10 minutes. i will probably soon surreptitiously change this list.

edit: Howard Fast. My Glorious brothers is the only book till date which has stopped me from watching a very important match on espn.

That time of the year.
When you are allowed to run around in the rain.
When you have no curfew.
When midnight is the most crowded time in the streets.
When junk food is all you're supposed to eat coz mom has declared kitchen closed for 5 days.

SHUBHO BIJOYA.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peFHthxPFz8

documentary.
on commonwealth games.
watch it.
face reality.
the shit that is shadowed by the shining games.

!

Life is too weird.


I happen to be one party in a bet that involves either the winner or the loser eating two beefsteaks. Nobody knows if the winner or the loser eats the two beefsteaks. Because one beefsteak is easy and two are difficult to finish.
Attempts at fixing a bet commissioner have not been successful simply because we know all our mutual friends can be bought too easily.
I don't even know if i want to win or lose this bet now.


Then my guitar got stuck inside it's case. I mean, does that really happen to real people? You struggle with the zip for thirty whole minutes of your life and the guitar is still stuck inside. No help from giggling/chuckling/laughing hysterically boy at other end of phone line while you struggle to open the zip. (Chivalry is dead) And this leads to me screaming that the zip isn't as small as zips on pants and therefore harder to struggle with so he should shut up. Which in turn leads to argument about whether it is possible to get stuck inside pants with zips. He insists I must have been, otherwise I wouldn't have brought it up. I insist that I wear pants with strings not zips. Lies, all. But I have been stuck inside pants with strings, they knot and knots are not easy to undo. Man, depressing. Guitar still stuck inside case. ARGHHH


Then I have taken to carrying my ChelseaFC bag around. This leads to tiffs with strangers.
"Excuse Me"
"Yes"
"Are you a Chelsea fan?"
"Yeah. I'm not just randomly carrying this bag..." (NO I'm a dumb girl carrying my brother's bag and I dont know what chelseafc means)
"I hate chelsea"
"So you're ManU?"
"Yeah"
"WE'RE PLAYING BETTER. ADMIT IT. ADMIT IT."
slightly embarrassed pause...
"Yes. You are" ..... (you are what? playing better/ insane because you shout at strangers who support ManU)