Gaaaaaaaaaah!

Too much to say. Too less time.

First off, I owe an apology to my readers. I haven't been posting for two weeks. The situation is something like this. The IT guy at my university (read fucked-up-bastard-who-knows-shit-about-IT) couldn't configure my laptop to the NLUD Wi-Fi network. Not only that, but he's fucked up my laptop so that the Wi-Fi at MY place doesn't work either. And then he has the balls to say, "May-dum, isko toh format karwaana padega. Isme aapka koi important software toh nahin hai naa(May-dum, this will have to be formatted. Is there any important software in here) ?"
So basically, my laptop cannot possibly work at my university. Which means I'll have to wait until Mom comes back from her trip, for which there is a month left, take HER laptop, and get THAT configured, which'll take another week. And hope to GOD he doesn't fuck that up as well.
I'm INFURIATED. But you prolly already know that by now, thanks to all the upper-case-ing.

Oh and yeah, since my laptop basically counts for shit now, as far as the internet is concerned, I'm doing this on my Dad's laptop. And he's not even supposed to know I HAVE a blog. So much for privacy.
This also means that the most I can do is blog once a week, if that. I didn't even feel like blogging last weekend, but more about that later. I go to the computer lab everyday, lest my email inbox starts to look like it's contracted jaundice (The "new email" color for Hotmail is yellow). So I comment on a few blogs from there. And keep reading the newest QC comics to retain a smidgenny modicum of my former sanity. Or rather, lesser degree of insanity. But working up the courage to actually post something on mine is too much to ask of my already addled brain. Why is my brain already addled? More about that later.

So I realise I'm already exceeding the word limit for a normal post, and I've been getting requests from left, right and center to keep my posts short lest my readers lose interest halfway through. I was rather happy to hear this in fact, since I had always thought my readers lose interest only a quarter of the way through. But my point is, I have a lot to tell you about college and all the exciting new stuff, but it shall have to wait for next week.

And I tried replying to all your comments on the last post, but the comment that came out was WAY too long to be called a comment. So I shall do it here. However weird and unheard of it may be.

@Nyx and Espera: Thou dost grossly overestimate hostel life. I mean, seriously, just because it's like a party in my room every night...ok fine, point taken.
And yeah, that "pretending-to-be-a-second-year" thing actually happened. This guy has to repeat a few weeks of first year because he was short on attendance, but since all the second years know him, he was allowed to aid and abet the ragging. Ok, I guess that wasn't really pretending. But it's pretty much the same thing.

@Midnight Sun: Because it's INDIA.
And yes. Yes you will. Die, that is. Initially I didn't think it was that bad. But now I actually wait for the tea break every morning to brush my hair just so I can do it in the air conditioned academic block. As a result of which, for the first 3 classes of the day, I look like I've stuck black wires to teh top of my head. In a hurry. And this is August we're talking about. Fucking AUGUST.

@Sahil: The cell phone network within our rooms sucks. I have to hang my torso out of the second floor window to text any of my friends. Feel better?

@Sam: Thanks!
@Disguise: Are you still in school?
And also, good for you, man. But promise me, whatever you do, go somewhere with an air conditioned hostel. Unless you LIKE getting up at ungodly hours in the middle of the night drenched in sweat and having to wash your hair every other day because it stinks of sweat. But I'm guessing you don't.

So there. I bet most of my readers would have fallen asleep somewhere in the middle. I wish I could nudge you awake. But even I, sadist to teh core, would never want to inflict the torture of reading all that on anyone.
And if you haven't fallen asleep, well, all I can say is that you have a high threshold of crap-taking.
Until next week.

And so it begins.

I don't think much (I figure the world is much better off without it).I don't have an abnormally large brain. Ergo, it follows logically that I'm not someone who's very strongly and aggressively opinionated. But whatever opinions I do have, I like to air them. By talking mostly. People who know me well know that 'tis seldom I shut my mouth. People who know me well also know that for precisely the same reason, 'tis better not to listen. But I continue regardless, hoping that someday, someone will really listen. Hang on to my every word. Heed my every command. So far the closest I've come to that is a toaster.

But I digress. My point was, if I remember it correctly, that I like to let people know what I'm thinking, if and when I am. Every minute of every hour of every day of every year of my frightfully boring and sickeningly ordinary life. Lately however, the stream of listeners in my life (even if all they're doing is staring at me with glassy eyes and thinking about what they'll have for lunch) seems to have dried up. I wonder why.

And so I turn to writing. Penning down my thoughts, as it were. I would have said typing, but the former seemed more poetic. Such are the beginnings of this blog.

Fortunately, I also have a lot of time on my hands. You see, I am currently in the twilight phase between school and college. I know for a fact that law school, where I am headed, will fuck me over eternally and irrevocably. Thus, time is something I doubt I'll ever have again. Of course, I shall try my best to update this blog regularly. But I make no guarantees. (This lets me off the hook and anyone who blames me for not posting frequently enough will heretofore be directed to these very lines of this very post and will then be told to eat my shorts.)

I would like to also state at the outset that comments would be highly appreciated. Throwing eggs and/or tomatoes at me in public would however, be not.

"Writing only boils down to stealing what someone else has written and taking credit for it," someone famous had said once. I forget who. So I reason it can't be that hard.

That said, I realise that all possible avenues of procrastination have now been shut. It is finally time to begin.

Things you need to know about me if you're going to be reading this blog regularly

1. I have an affinity for long titles.
2. And lists.
3. Also, short posts.

That's pretty much it.