Mourning at the unfortunate happenings of the day Rahul co-operated with the investigations in all his strength. As it seems from the answers elicited and the proofs discovered, it is yet to be known whether this act was done on a whim or with a precalucated machination. In memory of his beloved neonate Longtime Nolongblog, a bereaved Rahul related the following with a gush of effusive and maudlin emotions.
α Rahul thinks everyone has atleast one perfect ensemble that will spruce them up and their day.
β If Rahul was given a chance to change one very important thing in his life or any occurences about it, he'd forfeit it. He loves to take life as it comes.
γ Rahul's friend Arvind called him Dementor on the first day he met him. Now he calls him Fun Bob. So give him some time before he makes up for the dubious first impressions.
δ They did not let him get away with impunity at school. He regrets being punished once for choking a friend, once for playing Super Finger Heroes (for more details about this game send him a message), on another instance for showing his friends how to pat the thighs to create that Basti mein sawal sound. To add insult to injury, every teacher was equipped with lecture on why it was important to possess a good comportment despite being the class topper.
ε He's been accused of gluttony. Prolly it all begun when he swallowed that marble pellet as a kid pretending to be some magus or God. He can't help it, he's had a crapulent stomach very less often than he's not.
ζ He detests people who close their eyes or shut their ears while watching horror movies. A better activity is to sit at home, tear clothes and sew them up again.
η It was September 11 for the US. It's September 28 for him. Blame it on the date or not, his GRE scores are a newfound index of his ignorance. He needs to revise his claim to fame.
θ He had the caboodle of players in his 500 odd Big Fun card collection which started as a joint venture with one of his best friends, only to see them rent by his Dad one fateful day, because his neighbor complained he was wasting time on them.
ι Six years ago he participated in a poetry recitation programme aired on Doordarshan Regional giving into his Telugu teacher's resolute decision. He was the only one of the score to declaim a self-composed opus, for the rest of the bunch his teacher did the job (of writing). To his suprise, a stranger came up to him after the shoot, asked him for his poem's copy so that the person could teach it to his children.
κ He loves his Mom for the pappu charu aka elixir she makes and his Dad for choosing him a wonderful name. Call him Rahul. Boblichki is his pseudonym.
λ There was a depressing phase in his life when he hit rock-bottom. The song that came to his rescue is One Last Breath by Creed.
μ He's not afraid of death and averse to suicide. But sometimes he feels like preferring suicide to common cold. As he opines, some technique has to be developed so that one can detach his/her running nose safely, squeeze all the phlegm out of it and put it back in position with equal ease. The perfect cure to cold.
ν His intuition works wonders. Every night he has this feeling that the sun will rise again.
ξ He's a master at implementing reverse pyschology. Don't bother !
ο Irrespective of whether there's music playing in the rooms or not, he always dances in the corridors like no one's watching because there's always a melody or a Telugu classic or a rock song playing fortissimo in his head. That is the reason he believes the next step towards amelioration of human evolution is to add background music to human life.
π When he'll be the Prime Minister of India, he'll make every effort to pass an act through which young boys will be vested with a 24 hour mandate, twice in their life, to stare at a girl they like. It infuses a lot of positive energy if you did not know already. Same goes for girls in a vice versa manner. No gender inequality.
ρ He has two standard daydreams. In one he finds a girlfriend who says 'The bill is on me' everytime they meet up. In another he fancies that William Henry Gates III will declare him the heir of his property. So now you all start fancying a grandiose treat after the investiture.
ς He loves sunshine during day inasmuch as lamp posts during night . They help him check with his shadow on the walls to confirm whether his buttocks are really big.
σ He has registered two official hatricks in galli cricket. Beat that !
τ He has nasty sexual fantasies no one is aware of.
Flash News: Rahul Pallerla, as anticipated before has exacted inappropriate revenge on Sarat, Sunith, Sandeep, Sameer, Alak and Arun. More news, if possible, shall be published on the respective links.
When the temporal tag assigned by Pope Gregory XIII suggested 10/25/2005 01:37:00 PM IST,
the Reverend Whatchamacallit apportioned crumbs of his intellectual property
( read Blogcity in grave peril ) to planet Earth which engendered
from the gentry of Blogger 
