Just.

This shall be better.

The semester approaches an end, three months of mostly downs. An unnecassarily hectic life, over the top expectations, FYI talk, dilated pupils, and everything you may wish to summarize as etc.

Exams. Not the dreaded term as they held ages back. Average. It comes, happens, leaves. 11 in 13 days does not entice scare, the whole 'still left' material does not deter arbitrary happenings. It just happens.

I barely recall what has occurred since the last post. RGV Ki Aag, which was a disgrace to Indian cinema. I don't even feel like a mention of it right now, this could be humor but I shall skip till..!!

Then I Rock. Two days of bad and average music rubbing my eyes, hemp wasted, tight sleep and etc. People come to gigs just to mosh. That is Bombay. Not that the capital was much cooler but then again, at least it was.

Brilliant stoner game. Once at a level, start. It just invents on its own as you discover new forms of laughter. Name a band and a song by them and the next person takes one word out of the whole "band - song" deal and names a new "band - song" with the same. e.g. - X says "Chemical Brothers - We Are The Night" and Y says "Pearl Jam - Who You Are" and thus forth. It just becomes. Nobody can feel left out and that is the primary motive.

Now, a week to go and then a two week count till I can afford a smile to say the least. She does not talk to me anymore. We don't communicate anymore. What is etched cannot be erased.

This could have been better.