Sunny: June 2006

While many might think it's time to pose before the mirror and involve oneself in a soliloquy deeply delving into matters related to quarter life crisis, I unabashedly declare that all that lies on my mind right now is whether the fellows at the canteen will enhance their culinary skills. Of course, I don't want to crib about the parathas. They are some of those items on the menu that can be considered more than passable. Twenty one years. Oh, here's what I love doing the most. Let me calculate the number of days. 7670. Bah ! Still won't cross half the number of parathas I might have had in the college.

Fortunately cats don't totally follow human sentiments. Imagine having to think about the cliched topic nine times. I mean someone might actually be forced to eat an aloo paratha. But to place the same order 9 times remarks the highest level of retribution.

When the temporal tag assigned by Pope Gregory XIII suggested 6/19/2006 03:47:00 PM IST, the Reverend Whatchamacallit apportioned crumbs of his intellectual property ( read On being twenty one ) to planet Earth which engendered from the gentry of Blogger