Yet another attempt...

Decided my next post will be on a light note long back, but as usual i just can't write what i intend to.. I start writing about something, and in the end, when i read i realise its come out quite in a perspective that i couldn't have thought of. Sometimes it looks amusing and most of the time, miserably flopping. Repeatedly reminding myself that this space is afterall mine, here i go zzzooommmm....

Attended a technical training yesterday, facilitator was a talking zombie, kept whispering to the board, writing some jinxes on it in such minute size that a geek sitting behind me asked hime "to increase the font size", first thought it sounded nothing different, but i was intrigued that there was something wrong in that phrase... and i was shocked to realise how this slave machine(i'm talking about the very machine staring at my face) has influenced me and the rest.... Instead of asking him to write bigger letters, we ask for an increase in font-size.. sigh... Someone save me from here.........

Barista's become my favourite hangout in Hyd, wish it was a bit closer home... wonderful ambience and a Mocha large... If Heaven doesn't have a Barista, then i don't mind going to hell... Decided to control by chronic book-buying till cat, and all the new ones i bought recently are silently adorning my shelves, tempting me to grab'em everytime my sight falls on them...

Hyd's becoming a man-hole city... so many deaths because of open man-holes,,, these days i'm being so conscious and careful that i let subbu walk in front whenever we walk across our flooded street, and specially the area we stay in is famous for its stench and sewage than Cyber towers and that just-landed-haunted-spaceship(gateway)... My area's the first place that gets flooded first, even with the minimal rain that Hyd gets...

Friendship day was rocking with mujhse-shaadi-karoge, we actually intended to watch mujhse-dosti-karoge which wasn't good either but not as freaky as the former... next day at the cat class.. we were looking like hippies with all the rainbow colored ropes(the friendship bands ofcourse!) tied around our wrists, reminds me of college when guys used to stand with a bundle of satin ribbon in their hands outside the octagon(our computer centre) attacking every female species that comes out.

"Can we be friends?",if no...."Will you be my sister?"...questions that freaks every darn female out, but you just can't get through college life without hearing these atleast once... well... Rectain brother-sister relations have a unique reputation amongst rectians themselves ;-) No comments there! Ohhh... How can i forget the Rose-day, feb-the 14th... the mama club(called step-trec by only the members) do the honourable duty of ferrying roses from the guys hostel to the girls and vice-versa...

Hardly anyone who's sincere uses this means of conveying their feelings, so its just proxies that take the centre-stage... Friends get royally senti and do their best to ruin their buddy's chances sending a silly proxy,,, most of them done purposefully coz people often had crushes on the same girl... owing to the meagre fairer-sex population.

Friendship day's always been the best especially at the hostel... with the cakes and bucket-parties.. there's nothing to beat that hogging and junglee-dancing till dawn..

Now... I was neither feeling nostalgic when i started it nor did i want to reminisce... But wanna know if it turns out a flop or a decent read....