Shiny Happy People!

It’s been a long while, yes; but you know how busy I have been and how busy you have been and how busy the world has been creating things I can dog about; so yes – it’s time for another one of those…..

At the outset, I must wish the whole lot of you a very very Happy New Year. May you pass every exam, every repeat, every carry; may you submit every project on time, may you not get drunk and return to campus inebriated (apparently) and be caught by DisCo, may you bag the girl or boy or professor you love – even if he is married; may you complete your B.A. LL.B. (Hons.) course in the five years that you are meant to complete it; and yes, most importantly, may you never be taught by the LLH. This, I ask for you who read my blog, in God’s name. You others can go fuck yourselves.

In other news, I saw this little round thing wobbling about claiming that Triple I is official/confirmed/public (on a rainy day, I will write a post on relationship jargon) and out with Sharma the Serial Kisser(thank you, Anonymous). Now, now. Not that I care, and I don’t even know for sure if this is what I heard; but what the hell, it’s an awfully thing interesting to hear, isn’t it? We, therefore, are going to go all out and endorse it. You know how integral Triple I is to Nagarbhavi. In any case, I extend my heartiest congratulations; and if, in fact, what I did hear is not true; then I suggest you go ahead and take advantage of it anyway. This might be your only chance, little people. Such dimensional compatibility might be ordained by the Heavens, so grab it while you can.

I am surprised though. I thought this person deserved better. I won’t tell who. Ha! Anyway, if you don’t know who to blame (and you can’t blame me); you might as well blame the NYP '08. I remember a particularly gentlemanly gentleman on my gtalk list had a little countdown of sorts going on for the same. It actually said One more day to go.....for that grand extravaganza where we shall all get drunk and be happy and do crazy things and disappear into the bushes, called the NYP '08. Sigh. I didn’t know; but I’m guessing there are people out there for whom the NYP is a highlight of sorts. Well, who am I to judge? I don’t even have a highlight. Unless you count the time Boring Blake Lover just stood there dripping the dirty pool water; and looked…well…maybe we shouldn’t discuss this. Someday, when he has gotten over it and can look back and laugh about it; I only want to tell him, Dude, you’re so cool!

The NYP, as a matter of fact, is an extravaganza of sorts. Well, for one, there is free alcohol. For a strict teetotaller like me, of course, it holds little attraction; but I go along anyway. Why? For the incredibly extensive matter I can later write about. The goss, the who-danced-with-who, the who-wore-what and the who-got-on-with-who (you and I know atleast two people, eh Triple I?) Yes, admittedly, the free alcohol (and not to mention, the services of the Peking China dude, if you know what I mean) is a huge crowd puller for several. Of course, it is. I was made so happy on 31st evening to see full blown men and women, all completely and all-the-way-to-the moon blown, all happily buzzed and dancing. Nothing gladdens my heart like happy drunk people, you know.

Except there are those who think its uncool to drink at NYP. Like, she said, Man, this alcohol is SO bad, it makes me want to puke;and took a huge swig to prove her point. I met her sometime later (when I had figured that the gtalk gentleman had taken over the music and it was time, therefore, to get off the dance floor), she held a bottle of rum in her hand and said, Omg, why do they serve this alcohol? It soooooo bad. The party is soooooo boring, man. Maybe I should go get some vodka to feel unbored. The next time I found her was when she was being conveyed, with much difficulty, back to the bus. I think I also saw her emerge from the bushes somewhere in between, but what the hell, yes? Well. What more is there to say?

So, what’s this whole deal with the party being boring, eh? I mean, I had fun at the party. Then again, I’m a very fun and person and all. I love talking like that. And all. But, isn’t a party only as much as fun as you make it out to be (or make out to be, whatever your preference)? So, think about it. And all. Why be all so persnickety and uptight? It was a nice enough party, and there were lots of bushes and all; so if you didn’t have fun, the least you can do is not walk around with a bottle of vodka claiming how bored you are. Cus frankly, my dear, we fun people don’t give a goddamned damn. I’ve always wanted to say that in this blog. What with me being Scarlett. And all.

Hmm. Coming back to more academic oriented news, LLH made a claim that today was the last Juris class theorectically. Theoretically. As against, what? Practically? Wasn’t it the last Juris class practically too? Does that dude just like confusing us?

Lastly, if you’re like me, you might have noticed the formation of new alliances and mergers in class. They make for interesting permutations and combinations. Come on, I’ll give you a hint. Let’s just say that there is the Original It Chick, there is Pseudo It Chick and there is, of course, Wannabe It Chick. Correct guesses get a Surprise Gift! And all.

This is just the trailer. Stay tuned for more.

Actually, you should go study.