Something of Myself

Time to Kill

Its been ages since I have actually done some serious work. This week has been horrible cause I have been out and socialising. The first one was when we went out as a group, i.e. M.A.' ers...CN was there and she was looking drop-dead sexy. Lizzy was as good as ever, though she was visibly very nervous. F was well wasted by the end of it. R&B were cool, as ever - their conversations peppered with Iron Maiden and Linux! The next one was yesterday and I met S. She was very worked up about her dissertation and she was unlike what she is normally. Got me worried. I tried to help her out and I hope it has helped. Only time will tell...

Now, it is time to kill...time to get back to the dusty covers and the yellow pages. I have just been smelling them, time to read it! Dekhi ki hoy...

R is coming down this weekend. We havent talked for about 4-5 months. Not a single sms, email et all. I hope when I meet her its not too uncomfortable. Actually I dont want to meet her but I guess I will.

Sammie is very worried too, about her project, about her MBA. That fucking MBA is a killer man. I mean it just ruins her life dude! She is so delicate and chirpy: surely she deserves something better! But I hope she does something worthwhile with it and not end up making dal chaawal for her hubby! I would hate that. I see her as some corporate glam shot. Trouble with her is that she is not very determined...

Anyways, apun chalta hain! Aaj to sala yeh Kipling ki maaa....... wada raha sanam, honge judaa na hum...... ha ha