It’s terrible what information can do to one’s brain. What’s even mind boggling is that the brain just doesn’t seem satisfied. More information it sees, it moves on to the next junction where it absorbs even more of the juicy details of a complicated cul-de-sac to a wonderful nostalgic journey of an IITian stuck and homesick in Oxford. Well, life does take us a lot of places. Idling and fiddling with the keyboard, to only know that writing is what gives one inherent pleasure, it isn’t a tiring job, but is exhausting, in the most satisfying sort of a way. What is more important is that even though we have compartmentalized the time in what specific cartons it can be used in, we just let go in the evenings to unwind a bit and learn the tragic incidences later. I was real close to shoving a punch on a friend when she was excitedly and in good camaraderie wanting to tell about one non-descript event that occurred one drunken night. About me of course. Where else, do you think the humour would originate? Besides, after a few wild eyed looks and muttering unformed expletives under my breath, she got the picture. And it wasn’t going to be a good looking one. Ha ha. Well, the story didn’t get out that I had peed in front of her building, after a bout of having a total of 31 tequilas and rum and beer and whiskey. Well, I was party to 4 other guys we knew. And the bill must have been thumpingly horrifying. It possibly was. We didn’t have to pay for it. We just danced along. Anyways. I was browsing the RSJ website, it has been really long since i had a look at the Indian scenario on the music scene, and it looks good. I discovered that Skinny Alley is a mix of Alanis and Cranberries, crooning. Yea. And their influences are Bob Dylan ad the like. Jayashree does sound good, in Signs. And they’re Indian, wow, they really look a band that has matured like a good ol’ whiskey :).. Another thing I discovered while browsing today is that I just don’t get tired, and seems like I genuinely need to equip myself with a Laptop, oh the words that I want to write …Well, the day faded gradually, with me putting my status as
“ A stiletto can also pierce, u lil douche bag”
I have no clue what I wanted to say, but I guess, the message hit.
Bang on!
Hoping for a round of booze to drown the sorrows that may lie, undetected, and muffled...
