You're hardly there when we're craving for you. And you turn into a paranoid psycho stalker when the only thing we need is complacence-draped stability.
You're so elusive I'd have bashed your balls in if I were magister mundi, or whatever they call it.
But I'm not, so DAMN you Chut. :P
It's 4:30am here.
I'll be 22 this 17th and maybe it's a tad too late for adolescent brooding.
So what I did today was go to college, skip class, hang out with a huge HUGE huge group where one very typical Bangali intellectual prof was forced to ask us 'Is there any alcohol or marijuana being consumed here?' and all we could do was grin and shake our heads vigorously like a freakshowretardbrigade performing some morning neck-flexibility-retaining routine and trying to look all baby-eyed innocent.It rained like a frog pissing.Then we sweated like giants pissing.If that makes sense.Tea, cigarettes blah blah later, boyfriend went off to tattoo studio and band rehearsals.Rest of us wend through the steamy streets to the mall which was, as usual, full of fake, plastic looking people struggling to make a mark anywhere and failing.Bleh.
Comfort food:Smoked white pasta with cheese and oregano, and later, waffles with honey and vanilla ice cream at Coffee World.
Blabber blabber gossip gossip.
It was fun, actually.
Then I fought with the boyfriend and I'm so irritated now I bet the bad guys in Mummy felt better with the Scarabs crawling under their skin than I do now.
AAAAARGH~~!!!!!!!
Weekend was good, though.We've been busy clubbing all weekend :wink: and, though the high heels have taken their toll on my poor feet, I'm happy. Love you Mallika, Sourish and birthday boy Ravi and of course, Madhurima and all the others, including my camera. And thank you Dad, for the lift to faari at 11pm, and love you Mom, for having coerced me into not ditching the plan after all.
On another higher note, some of us are hopeful The Pit, the extreme Metal gig for underground bands for Kolkata shall finally resurface as its fourth reincarnation sometime in October, after Durga Puja. And I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Other than that, this is a near-dead season for gigs, the only one in the remote horizon being the Calcutta Medical College Band Competition on the 9th. Cheers and all the best, Honey. :)
PS: Still mad at you! :-x
Ok, party pics.
The last two snaps are a bonus. :P Me and Debalina posing against a blank wall. One of those tough-to-find blank white walls.
We also hogged at Kaninika's birthday treat on the 31st. Silly little headstrong bitch also happens to be my viciously prized best friend.
Mwwwwah, girl! :)
This is the angel. I call this collage 'How people Change. NOT.'
And this one I call 'How Times Change. NOT.'
There, Change. That wasn't a kick to your balls, granted. But you know what there's an expression spelled S-L-A-P.
Ah, never mind. :)
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