It is widely accepted that when you watch a good film you connect with the characters at a deep level and you look for similarities with them with people in your own life.
Well, I am plain flabbergasted how uncannily similar my life has been lately to the movie (500) Days of Summer. Fancy this bit of conversation between the leads in the film :
Now don't get into conspiracy theories about how similar Tom and Tamal, the names, sound. But that kinda sums up the last one month of my life.
Now, as I still look through her horoscope everyday hoping, someday, someway, it will read "Today you shall realize who your true love is.", here I am, doing what Henry Miller asked everyone to do. Getting over women by turning them into literature, err, blogs.
I can quote a gazillion people to express my feelings, but I choose just one. And that too is a weird choice.
"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." - Galileo :)
Enough whining. On to other matters.
'Whining' reminds me of how people had been behaving early this week citing stupid power cuts. It was tiring replying "YES. We have electricity here." to every text, and then get flooded by curses for being so lucky. See, I am prepared with back-up electric power even for a zombie apocalypse. And you should probably be doing the same.
And there we unearthed a new hangout spot at college. The pool. Well, if you can call it so, given its water level is so low that even a hobbit won't get his balls wet. But its fun to be hanging around the place and watching the women scream their lungs out when you mock-push them.
Tirtho, 650ml of super strong beer down (625ml rather, the rest 25 was me), wrecked havoc at the first day of Phoenix'11 at FIEM. Hitting on every other chick, making obscene remarks and gestures, bursting out laughing at the mere sight of a Girls' toilet, lying flat on desks, demanding a place to puke, all the while grabbing his crotch : he stole the show. Cheers to him!
Two days down and today to go, the fest is turning out to be quite a mood-lifter. Having made it to the finals of the auto-bot event, courtesy Yousuf Baba, is the icing on the cake of fun. Praying for an epic end to the fest.
I explained the 'Broken' part of the blog's title at the start. And the 'Broke' part is self-explanatory. I am neck-deep in debt and I barely have enough to meet both ends. But hoping that will change once my birthday comes next Sunday. I don't expect two people : Sudip and Trisha, namely, to give me any gifts as, being penniless, I already owe them theirs. :D
Okay, I gotta go now, I have a fest to attend and an event to win.
Till next Sunday, this is me, Tamal, signing off and requesting everyone to wonder if the upcoming Bolly flick, Aarakshan, sounds less like Reservation and more like Erection. :)
Well, I am plain flabbergasted how uncannily similar my life has been lately to the movie (500) Days of Summer. Fancy this bit of conversation between the leads in the film :
Tom: No, you know what? I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.
Summer: Nothing’s going on. We’re just..
Tom: We’re just what? Just.. what?
Summer: Friends.
Tom: No. Don’t pull that with me. Don’t even try. This is not how you treat your friend. Kissing in the copy room, holding hands in IKEA - come on, friends my balls.
Summer: I like you, Tom. I just don’t want a relationship.
Tom: Well, you’re not the only one who gets a say in this! I do too! and I say we’re a couple, god damn it.
Now don't get into conspiracy theories about how similar Tom and Tamal, the names, sound. But that kinda sums up the last one month of my life.
Now, as I still look through her horoscope everyday hoping, someday, someway, it will read "Today you shall realize who your true love is.", here I am, doing what Henry Miller asked everyone to do. Getting over women by turning them into literature, err, blogs.
I can quote a gazillion people to express my feelings, but I choose just one. And that too is a weird choice.
"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." - Galileo :)
Enough whining. On to other matters.
'Whining' reminds me of how people had been behaving early this week citing stupid power cuts. It was tiring replying "YES. We have electricity here." to every text, and then get flooded by curses for being so lucky. See, I am prepared with back-up electric power even for a zombie apocalypse. And you should probably be doing the same.
And there we unearthed a new hangout spot at college. The pool. Well, if you can call it so, given its water level is so low that even a hobbit won't get his balls wet. But its fun to be hanging around the place and watching the women scream their lungs out when you mock-push them.
Tirtho, 650ml of super strong beer down (625ml rather, the rest 25 was me), wrecked havoc at the first day of Phoenix'11 at FIEM. Hitting on every other chick, making obscene remarks and gestures, bursting out laughing at the mere sight of a Girls' toilet, lying flat on desks, demanding a place to puke, all the while grabbing his crotch : he stole the show. Cheers to him!
Two days down and today to go, the fest is turning out to be quite a mood-lifter. Having made it to the finals of the auto-bot event, courtesy Yousuf Baba, is the icing on the cake of fun. Praying for an epic end to the fest.
I explained the 'Broken' part of the blog's title at the start. And the 'Broke' part is self-explanatory. I am neck-deep in debt and I barely have enough to meet both ends. But hoping that will change once my birthday comes next Sunday. I don't expect two people : Sudip and Trisha, namely, to give me any gifts as, being penniless, I already owe them theirs. :D
Okay, I gotta go now, I have a fest to attend and an event to win.
Till next Sunday, this is me, Tamal, signing off and requesting everyone to wonder if the upcoming Bolly flick, Aarakshan, sounds less like Reservation and more like Erection. :)
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