OctopusOctober 02, 2009
Don't ask me what the title is supposed to mean, I have no clue. Now that we've got that sorted out with, we shall continue with the...
Don't ask me what the title is supposed to mean, I have no clue. Now that we've got that sorted out with, we shall continue with the programme, which is, the month long update of my life that no one really asked for.
I have been busy. Very bery busy. Work killing me would be an understatement, but it wouldn't be true either, cause I'm actually alive. So much for exaggeration. But the past month saw plenty of goof ups, the kind which were so abysmal that they could only be categorized as "long term learning experiences". I only wish I wasn't made to learn so much at such a short span of time.
Speaking of learning, the father decided that the consequence of the Costing/Financial Management fiasco would be me re-attending the class, except I go to a different teacher now, SP.
SP is everything that Pattu Sir wasn't, and probably never will be. He encourages mugging, doesn't believe in extra information/general knowledge and calls concepts 'buck-buck'.
To cut a long story short, he's my new God (He's an all India FIRST ranker, so shush!).
Class (we have 4 hour sessions in the evenings and 2 hour sessions in the mornings) and work took up all my time last month, so much so that I didn't even have the time to for what is definitely one of my favourite festivals, Navrathri. This year, I couldn't visit even one house for Golu. I actually missed the Oh-do-you-sing-hehe-no-I-don't-sing-oh-try-singing-hehe-no-if-I-sing-all-the-golu-dolls-will-run-away-ho-ho-ho-what-a-funny-girl ritual at every house I would frequent. But judging from the number of plastic assortments (mostly useless) that have invaded our kitchen almirah this month, I could say with confidence that it went well.
Upon other inconsequential news, I am on study leave now. Which means I should be studying. But I'm not, and it really makes me so mad. And when I'm mad, I can get pretty violent and who knows, I might end up doing something drastic, like exercise.
Impossible happenings apart, today is Bapu's birthday. Plenty of 8th standard English Essay Competition (500 words) have wondered about the state of India had Bapu-ji managed to stay alive and had a look at India today. All I can say is, we should be thankful that he isn't, cause the situation is such that it would make a man like Gandhi become a fake Armani T-shirt wearing terrorist.
What can I say, except Non-Violence? Its gone, di.