Hear Hear! It's almost been a year, since I've been here.
Meanwhile I learnt how to shop cheap, got to know what exactly a "pint" stands for, opinionated that British accent is the best in the whole wide world, listened to a mean broth of insanely good music in languages I know not, noticed how facebook trolls people with a world of rhyming treats, microblogged amply, quizzed, turned into one nazi-ish and laconic nitpicker, stood up obversely to loathsome requisites and turned a little less loquacious.
Doesn't amount to much, really. The sentence up there was GREviously wrong.
Bing!
Now I was tempted to ramble on about caves for a substantial amount of blog-space, but then that's too personal. :P
Bing!
The constant hoot of the indigenous birds don't help. The chill in here at Guwahati is mollifying. And the fact that every step I take reminds me of a bout of uninviting repercussions (that are incredibly un-bloggable, thankfully strikes the reader!) of the past 10 years, all billowing down on my semi-permeable-no-nonsense eardrums, make me all the more fit to be skinned and tanned alive, to make Rita Skeeter's crocodile handbag look-alikes from. (Read, I am turning thick-skinned).
Bing!
Wit and humor are the bluish palates of my mind. You meddle with
them sir, and you are in for a bout of unrelenting stalking. And with
each piece of fact I
string together about you, creating a figment of your persona in my own
imagination, I realise how much more you can perturb me with the
slightest sleight of your sole existence. Kindles a
tenderness. Alright, not necessarily. Well, it doesn't, but it did. So as Hagrid said, What's comin' will come, and we'll meet it when it does. Negate the abstraction. Personify.
Typical, one would reflect. But there is this aberration. A scoop, almost. Preternatural laws dictate the seductive power of a good vernacular patois. On the other hand, common beliefs reveal that the multitudes of the penultimate intelligentsia regard verbosity as a way to muddle the mind against the obviation. Social presuppositions are lame.
Bing!
It's high time Science and Religion stopped flirting with each other and got together!
