Wednesday, August 10, 2011

me: I'd catch a grenade for you-oooooooo
serve up my head on a plate for you-OOOOOOO
bro (giving me worried looks out of the corner of his eye): you know those aren't the real words right?
me: dude! these are the words. it's a creepy love song
bro: nooo. the words are 'put my hand on a blade for you'. considerably less creepy/violent. (looks very worried)

Been at home for almost two months now. Gap year is progressing great so far. (I think) Extended-conservative-Indian family is not exactly appreciative/understanding/comprehending-motives (if any). I probably haven't helped because I have spread around ten different versions of my "plan". I just make one up and say it with a lot of unconvincing looking eyebrow wiggling when anyone asks me. So people comparing notes either conclude that I don't have a plan or that they know different peopled called me. Probably the first, you know?
Ah well, short term aim is something I have today atleast- REMEMBER to go to driving class.

2 comments:

  1. Dude,my Dad loves that song!mockingly but still, that doesn't stop him from playing it incessantly at home. How are the driving classes progressing?

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  2. i love it too in the same mocking way i suppose. :D

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