Maa da laadla bigad gaya!

I'm slightly cranky today. No real reason. Part cold-induced nausea, part PMS, part silly-as-hell lab (of the one and only this sem) course and the rest aiven hi. As such thoughts in my head are colliding like a million multi-colour crazy-balls (the ones that bounce super-extra, or used to when I was in class 5) in a 10ft by 10ft room (not that my head is that big, not that thoughts are coloured). That, apart from increasing the intensity of my yet-mild headache, makes me vomit mostly unconnected thoughts (and the body is making me vomit even more gross and ugly things that looked fine before I ate them since yesterday). So here, let the blog handle the dirt. :D :D

So, you know, in the fluke of the year, I sorta cracked CAT and landed up with calls for IIM interviews which I'm almost convinced I'm gonna skip unless I'm too bored (these kinda things should be transferable though: I would gladly give them to someone who actually studied and actually wanted to go to an IIM). Anyway, the gossip here is not the rather undeserved glory of that event, but the after-effects. A couple of gentleman from T.I.M.E. have been calling me everyday since Friday with some question or the other, and despite my showing little interest in their specially tailored programs et al, one of them has persisted with 3 calls a day. This evening he told me he wants to meet me tomorrow at the IIT cafeteria. So I thought, what the heck, let's humor him (and maybe he's cute). :P

From my window I can see hot (ok, relatively speaking) girls of my hostel dance on item numbers around the fire of Lohri. And I can hear a huddled bunch right next in the corridor right next to my window discussing how their boyfriends (and one girl's brother) bigad gaye hain over time. The conversation is obviously helped by the song (in the title of the post) being played once every 6 minutes or so by whoever is handling the music. I bet she has emotions on this one! So I have actually, of two kinds. One is memories from my recent Chandigarh trip. In a Chemical Engg conference, the cultural evenings at Panjab university were shockingly colourful, and the one I attended had Shankar Sahni, the singer of the said song among others, performing with his troupe of scantily clad girls and gymnast boys gyrating around him, and the crowd going mad. Even the profs were salivating staring at the girls. The second emotion is related to the bigade hue boys in my life (best friend, boyfriend, bro), but that makes me crankier. Guys you know, they can never get hints. Not even the most direct ones. :|

My best friend can't decide the heads and tails of life and programs his brain to think weird crap incessantly (and doesnt get me icecream!), yet claims all his happiness anyway lies in his ability to access his laptop from anywhere. And if I tell my guy why cant he be consistently loving and nice, he says I've been spoilt by Rahul Dravid's influence. They are silly and painful and spoilt, but cute they are still. :P