Bobby Chadda is my muse for the week.

I have been observing him all day, watching his videos, imitating his brilliance and just basically sharing his wisdom with the rest of the world. I think I should take up imitating people as a part time proffesion. I don't mind the long hours on YouTube for research and I am an efficient networking scholar (in short, stalker). And I love it  when people laugh. I think it's the only thing that keeps underpaid jokers alive.

Apart from the overdose of Mr. Chadda, what has been causing me to lose sleep is some people from my past who I never wanted to see again, showing up as mutual friends of some friends from college.

No no, nothing great happened in the past.

I just happened to piss them off after they dissed me off. And since everything happened on Facebook, things were even more ugly. We threw each other out of our friend lists and the day school ended, I was sure I wouldn't have to face them again.

The situation of our meeting hasn't arisen yet but I fear some bad mouthing,withing their circles.

So the lesson for the week is :

1)Never add anyone on Facebook before conversing with them in real life AT LEAST twice.

2)Try and be on good terms with most people. You may think you'll never see them again, but then one fine day they pop out of nowhere and awkwardness is bound to happen.

In other news, I started using watercolors after nearly four years (the last time being, painting an aster for the Intermediate Art exams) and it turned out quite nice. SO, I'm going to buy myself some new cakes and paint. 

I also acted in a movie for a course on grading systems in India. I had to play the role of Siddhu from the movie Ghulam, which was easy since I've been imitating the chappris and taporis of Mumbai since forever. Oh and Esmaralda fractured her arm so we (Unat and I) had to take her to the hospital (actually just accompany her, Esmaralda even fought with the autowalas over money while the two of us just stood there). It was my first time at a hospital alone and I realized how socially inadequate we were. This realization dawned upon me only while I was made to fill up the registration form for Em. I didn't know her age, her birth date, her father's name amongst other significant details. On the sidelines, I have started opening up to more people in the college and friend circle is widening, yes. The second semester has been amazingly good to me in that sense. Even the scary big senior smiled at me once when he helped me pick up some papers I'd dropped. Can't be bad. The weather here, right now is teribble. Very Bombay like. I am sweating all the time, hungry all the time and tired all the time. Reminds me of the ISC days. *shivers* 

That's it for now folks, have assignments to do before I sleep.

Assignments to do before I sleep.

"All men are equal. Some men are more equal than the others but they are equal. Women, on the other hand are not equal. Some ..need to lose weight. But basically all men are the same. Equal. And then there's me. Bobby Chadda."