Something of Myself

now that i have got the phd offer and scholarship, it seems like finishing the MA is going to be one hell of a job. i am sure, someday, i will look back as i do now on the days gone by, and just laught at my immaturity... but work needs to be done. this bloody teaching thing is also putting me off and is going to take up my time. i need to get to work. hard-core work. deep. you know what i mean? well, today read some unpublished articles of kipling...they were nice. that man's gift of phrase is simply stunning. read to find out more! ;)

baki jibon cholche aar ki. old wine, new bottle - life goes on. kalke abar ek bondhur mayer saathe dekha korte jete hobe. formalities. ki mushkil. aschorjo naa?
p: "hello aunty"
A: "hello"
p: "so how was your flight?"
A: "it was tiring but ok"
p: "are you liking exeter aunty?"
A: "yeah its very good...i like this weather a lot"...... (pele thinks you are a dumbfuck! let me go)
A: "so are you going to have dinner with us today then?"
p: "no aunty. i got to go. i have a meeting with one of my supervisors" (i NEVER have any meeting with my supervisors after office hours but high-class, filthy rich mom's are too dumb to understand that!)

i hate putting up with people because i HAVE to. i mean this girl is not even my FRIEND. she is just an acquaintance and i have to smile and look so goddamn interested about her mother and what she says. why? oh because if i dont then she will think pele is arrogant. its not about being arrogant asshole and even if it is...lets assume...so WHAT? this is me. i am like this. i am arrogant. i am moody. i hate to talk to people who talk bullshit and lack substance. why do we always need to talk substance? no we dont. but how do i know that you talk substance? what is substance? something that is logical, reasonable...something that makes me think. i think therefore i am. remember?

sometimes i wish i was not born in an indian society. the rules and codes of social behaviour turns me off. liz hurley turns me on! ;)

anyways, too late now. got to meet this phoney tomorrow about teaching plans etc. and the best thing is that you dont even get paid on time! take that! i wish i was a dog. eat from the gutter, sleep on the streets, have sex with any bitch and then die one day after seven or eight years of living. now that's what i call living like a DOG. ha ha ha khair rakhe kesto maare ke?

oh btw why can't people let other live in peace? i mean is it absolutely essential that you got to finger me when i am so busy and so stressed?? no right? then leave me ALONE.