This shall be another rambling post that no one will read :)

Gone are the good days when I would only post poetry or prose that I had worked hard at chiseling. I am still proud of two or three of my poems that i wrote in my final year of college. But final year was an amazing time. It was a difficult time, but it was also a time when I made friends in hostel (I am still in touch with them), when I channeled my angst into writing, when Manju's workshop happened...

I am digressing here, but I met her niece at a book launch the other day. Himani Dalmia just launched her debut novel 'Life is Perfect'. Its a good read, and I would recommend it. At 200 bucks, it is also easy on the pocket (I was quite surprised to see the book so reasonably priced). I enjoyed the book launch, though the arm-chair discussion by the Hyderabad page three elements pissed me off a bit. I expected something more intellectual, more academic. But I was most shocked to find that Himani was so pretty, she looked like a model. Perhaps it runs in the family, Taru Dalmia is quite a hottie :)

But where was I? Swati, Debarchana, if you are reading this, then thanks for making my last year in hostel a memorable one. It helped that my laptop was there. I will remember our post-movie discussions that stretched into 3-4 in the night. I will remember you guys knocking at my door for tuck at wee hours of the morning. I will remember myself seeking refuge in your room whenever I felt lonely or needed someone to talk to, which happened very often, I know, and I am sorry if I annoyed you guys (I know I did!). Lashili, thanks for literally dragging me out of my shell. I am really proud of you for making it to IR in JNU, and for being so good that they had to put you into the general quota. You haven't answered my last few calls, and I wonder if something is wrong. I hope you are all right

But enough for now. I am sleepy. I wish I had posted some poetry or something that I had worked on a bit. I do still attempt a bit of verse. But its much lesser now, with time being at a premium and with me being occupied with other stuff. But hopefully, after five-six years, I should be able to sort out the mess in my head and sit down and write. As of now, I am still confused as to what I should do for bread and butter for the rest of my life. You know, what is euphemistically termed as 'a career'. Sigh.

If I could write novels and poetry for a living, then I would start doing it today. But something tells me I have to see and learn much more of human nature and the world-at-large before I can get down to doing that well. At the back of my head, there is still this concern that I haven't seen enough, do not know enough, that I have to learn a lot, lot more in order to write something insightful.

To my readers (I still have readers, right?), goodnight and enjoy the Friday and the weekend! To my peers, good luck with all the bread-and-butter issues. If you need any help, or you want to talk, do call me ( or comment on my blog!). Its a tough time, and the recession doesn't help.

Kiran, my lovely new flatmate, you have to comment on this post. And you too, Mr. lovely-new-flatmate's boyfriend!

Naina, all the best for the next innings (You are getting married, aren't you? :P). You will do very well, and yes, we can swap husbands (kidding!)

Harpreet, I am pissed with you (You figure out why, I am not telling you), but yes, you have to comment on my blog too.

Amit, Sumit, wake up, you are celebrities! Your humble names have found mention on my starry blog! Yes, wake up, and pay your pretty new neighbours (where are you looking, I meant us!) a visit, now!

Those of you who voted, how was your first time? Do tell me about it.

Sayonara!