My closest buddy called me up and proudly announced "dude, you'll never be on the right side of 25 again".

Few minutes later, he again said "in 5 more years, you'll be 30!". Well, thanks for the breaking news.

I always thought I was the king of pimples. I mean, I am 25 and still the pimples refuse to leave my pockmarked face that resembles the dark side of the moon. But yesterday I saw my Taiwanese roomie had a pimple as big as my right ball. He had to go to a health center and get a plaster on it. And he is like 29 years old!

I had the wrong notion that I can still gulp down 750ml of whiskey in a single night. I could manage only half of it. And fell asleep.

I watched the India Australia ongoing test match for 10 mins. India were cruising at 85 for no loss. At the end of that 10 min period, India were 101 for 3 wickets.

When everyone was going berserk over Mr.Obama's victory and crying to his wonderful speech, I was busy watching "Who's nailin Paylin".

I am old. And I am a loser.

Please pray for me :(

The silver jubilee!

Happy birthday to me! And screw the world, for what I care. I give a rat's ass as to who remembers it and who doesn't. Its my birthday and I am loving it.

Ok, this is creepy. For the first time in my life, I woke up in the middle of the night screaming "no! no!" with my hands stretched out. I saw a dream. A weird one. There was this "sinister" looking woman in my house. She had already influenced my parents and was trying to control my thoughts, trying to hyptonise me. I tried fighting her with my mind. I couldn't. As she gained control over my mind, in a desperate attempt to fight back I stretched out my arms and shouted "no! no!". That is when I woke up. And I couldn't sleep for another hour. The dream stayed with me. Vividly. And I have never been scared before. Not of dreams, not of anything. Never. So, why now? Is this the breaking point?

I guess I will put off my daily dose of horror films for a few days.

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I need no sunshine to make me happy. Unexpected early morning conversations or mere ten minutes of casual banter are more than enough. These are times when I absolutely love my life.

A name is all I craved. Turns out that I was wrong. Totally. Certain things should never be named. They find their own identities.

Hence, I rest my case. And hope. I will either see light with time or see myself break. Bothways, the journey matters. And I will make it as beautiful as possible.

A beautiful life.

A few snapshots of my second year at Rutgers:

1) I still don't feel like going to classes. I do go, though.

2) I have to work for money. I am now a teaching assistant or a TA.

3) I have no fucking idea of what I am supposed to do as a TA. And its already second week into the semester.

4) I know what I am not supposed to do though. Guess what? I am not supposed to sleep with any of my hot skimpily clad undergraduate students. That is the first thing they told at the TA orientation program!

5) I am taking a course in statistical genetics. Fancy, eh? The genetics part, I only know how to spell it. The statistical part, not much more than the spelling either.

6) Everyone around me seems to be engaged in an international level conspiracy to make me eat broccolis. And I fucking hate it!

7) I get acidity whenever I drink beer!

8) Since I have some antacids at my disposal, I still drink beer. Lots of it. And get splitting headaches and get sleepy. Then I have coffee to make the headache go away. In the whole process I also make the sleep go away. Hence, I tend to remain awake till 4 or 5 in the morning. Unhealthy, to say the least.

9) I religiously call up people who are not very keen on speaking with me.

10) I found out a kati roll place in Rutgers, spent 5$ on a beef tikka roll that is smaller than my "thing" and still boasted about my feat to people back in Kolkata. How pathetic can you get!

11) And I have no better work to do than solving a random online puzzle and writing all this at the middle of the night. Ciao!