Tuesday, July 1, 2014

SC special

So, dear boy SC gets a post of his own. He's convinced that only evil ghosts read my blog, and so, dear reader(s), make a note of this insult to you. (Please feel free to contact me, I'll be happy to give you his contact details so that you can have your sweet revenge - just let me watch :P)

SC has been one of my latest victims - I end up talking to him for hours, why, one night, I thought it was still 22:15 and then I realized it was way past midnight, and there I was, still subjecting that poor soul to my continuous chatter. I don't know what all we spoke or why - it was all rambling on and on about random topics.

Maybe I should (re)introduce SC. Let's see - SC is this (now) summer student in our department, yes, one of those all-the-time-reading-papers-or-running-experiments people. He's the one who drank Horlicks (no, SC, I'm not revealing anything further ;) ), the one who eats cup noodles but refuses my offers of garlic-y rice :P He's the one who actually reads a lot of science stuff, but makes it sound as if I read/know a lot. I'd mention some of the things he's introduced me to, but I don't want to create any scandals, you know ;)

I wanted to write a lot more about him, but as he's out of sight at the moment and I have no idea where he is, I'll save the rest for later, hoping that he'll provide some juicy gossip-y material worth telling the world about.

And also, he's promised me a royal dinner, which I'm still waiting for ;) Maybe that'll be worth writing about, and induce poetry that only good food can...

Until later, dear evil ghost readers...

You can find me

- fidgeting in my chair in the lab
- pacing the corridor
- cycling/walking with a random grin plastered on my face (and often trying to suppress a giggle - the evil brain in my head keeps cracking inappropriate jokes when I'm by myself, or just goes 'por cierto,tan-tan-tan-TAN!' on an infinite loop)
- nose buried in a book (these days, it's the same one for weeks together :( )
- drinking coffee at ShopCom (while ruing the fact that the place now looks like a park with concrete benches)
- sitting with SM at ShopCom and asking her to shut up and drink her tea :P
- with SC, going on and on about the most random things. (This is valid for a few more days, at least)
- fidgeting with my phone and itching to call SM every other minute until she arrives
- trying my best to stay awake (in the lab and at dinner)
- in the football ground on some evenings - just sitting in my corner and watching people play
- walking, lost in my own world (& at times, in music)
- on the phone, nowadays arguing with my brother about the World Cup
- with a vacant expression on my face - "Huh, were you talking to me? What? Oh!"

(This has been lying in my drafts folder for a very long time, so I thought I'd just post it)

Celeb dreams

I have been stuck with this song for a few days now, with the result that this morning, I dreamt I was at a window of a NY skyscraper with Neil Nitin & Katrina, and I took a bottle out of Neil's backpack and chugged at it only to realize it was beer. Meanwhile, Katrina was hunting in my backpack for a water bottle.

Is this the kind of thing people talk about when they talk about dreaming of celebs?