there is a band called saliva!

and i am listening to them now. not very good. but i feel too lazy to change the song.

the hostel mess serves sambar rice tuesday nights. after all the times i went hungry in delhi because i was too lazy to cook, and too broke to eat out, i can put up with everything the mess throws at me — from onion-filled uttappams to oil-soaked bature. everything, that is, except sambar rice. “horrible macha, horrible,” i tell people.

i forgot my sister’s brithday again. got an sms from mummy around 10 in the morning, “have you wished your sister?” i get the same message from my sister on my mother’s birthday. and from both on appa’s birthday. i sometimes get the feeling that a nice PDA would be a big help.

i have stopped telling people about my course. when someone asks, i just tell them i am doing my PG in economics and let them form their own conclusions. not my problem if they assume i am doing my masters in the subject. that condescending look, the one that i have seen so often in life, is something i can do without.