For S E W, if she reads this.

I realise your blog is no more. I wonder if it happened post comments here. I am sorry if this blog brought that about. I also wonder if you have continued blogging elsewhere. I wish to be able to read it, if so. Thank you. :) It has been a pleasure.

Please have read this.

Nobody's Fault.

I figured that I really should show some form of protest in response to the whole 11 o'clock curfew fiasco. Then again, I also figured that I have better and more important things to do. Like, watching Rajeev Cadambi.

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Besides, I think it's quite healthy to get knocked about a little. Everybody needs to get a blow or two from a random digga. Atleast once. It's a learning experience. I, for one, can think of several people who could do with such an experience. Can't you?

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Meanwhile, here I am, doing it because I must :

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Get Down, JayGo! Get Down!

Culpable?

rAnDoM

What, in the world, is Kampani's object in sitting where he does in recent times? No, honestly. What?

Also, I am slowly - and most definitely - being enamoured by the sort of charm that you cannot name, describe or define -which Rajeev Cadambi exudes in HUGE quantities. :)

Problematic.

...................www.xkcd.com

Nothing Bright Here.

Let's give P Dot a break. He is trying so hard. And, do not forget. He claims to remember. Everything. Right from our handwriting to our interventions. I agree he is a little weird. I also agree that he refused to use the microphone because he claimed that The speakers are making strange noises. Seeing as how The Couple were nowhere near the speakers, I wonder where the strange noises came from.. Let's give him a break - because he is, after all, a human being; with faults and issues in life. Some of us have bigger issues in life than some others. Like GB. He has I S S U E S, I hear.

Like the first years. Let's give them a break. Let's give everybody a break.

Except Sudhir Krishnaswamy. Let's just break him.

Wasted.

All through the night, your glorious eyes
Were gazing down in mine,
And, with a full heart's thankful sighs,
I blessed that watch divine.

I was at peace, and drank your beams
As they were life to me;
And revelled in my changeful dreams,
Like petrel on the sea.

Thought followed thought, star followed star,
Through boundless regions, on;
While one sweet influence, near and far,
Thrilled through, and proved us one!

- Emily Bronte, Stars