Confessions of a Mumbai'ite'
What a beautiful day it was yesterday...first of all let me give you a quick recap of the day before....i was working out as usual doing the one exercise i dislike the most when it's 'shoulder day', the side raises....second set and i sprained my neck really bad....i couldn't look anywhere but down...so i decided to quit and go home....my rommie/number two/atanas...was with me and decided to stay on and walk on back home when he was done...so i drove home, like a horse with those things that stop it from looking sideways, hugging the steering wheel, nose touching the windscreen, feeling like a grandma, laughing at myself....i got home....after which, I got some royal treatment...pritam had made dinner, so when atanas got home....he came up stairs with dinner for both of us and we played our daily quota of madden nfl 2004....there wasn't enough dinner that night and priya called....and came over with some more food...and her annoying anecdotes about life in general....kidding baba....anyway...we played some poker....i ate dinner....number four came home...stole some of the dinner that priya brought along....and his usual bickering about not having bought a car continued in the background.....you must be thinking now...get to the point ass____
The next day (yesterday) happened and i was happy because i had just been offered an amount of money for the old car that i was praying for....and the deal was to go down at 2:30 pm....so he called and confirmed....i had my suspiscions....i knew he was going to back out....but i was wrong...he came, he saw, and he bought....i had to say goodbye to my old bug....troublesome as it was....it held a special place in my heart and bank account....it made sure that there was a steady output of cash from my checking account....i bet fifth third is just now figuring out the reason for reduced banking activity in akron....anyways, yeah sold my old baby, and then got a lot of work done...and then the best part of the day happened....i was late for a meeting with some officials of the student government, about our cricket club, and had to park and run from the Poly Eng building to Carrol hall, now with a strained neck, semiformal shoes, and a heavy coat, I finally figured out that life is a race, and we are all horses......naaaaaaa......im just kidding.....what i really appreciated was the importance of my neck while crossing the street....

Call Me Number One
So we are moving out from our old house on Rentschler Street...and probably moving into a 3 bedroom apartment in Fir Hill Towers. So three bedrooms, four people, you do the math. Now let me explain the situation...there is one super nice huge bedroom with an attached bathroom...and two smaller rooms in the apartment. The living room opens into the kitchen and the hallway....so we decided to make four notes and fold them up, the notes read 1, 2, 3, 4...allowing the guy with the note saying one, the first pick. So we gathered around the table, while pritam told us how he finally figured out how nerve wrecking reality shows must be, trust me, we were forced to accept what he was saying because he said it a thousand times :)

So we had the notes thrown on the table while everyone was supposed to grab one as soon as the notes hit the table...shant kept saying that it is thursday and it has to be good for him...there is no way he would get number four....hahaha...so yeah....we threw the notes on the table and pritam grabbed the first one, atanas the second....and i grabbed the third one...shant took the last one...and was saying that there is no way that he will get number four....pritam screamed "I got three", Atanas said, "Shit! I got two", as you can probably tell he really wanted the big bedroom....next I opened mine and it was number one!.....There is no way shant could have gotten four was there? I can't stop smiling...Call me number one!

Sabbatical
Sometimes you just need some space...not saying that you couldn't do without it...it just feels better, more comfortable...where you don't have to think, talk, guess, project and hope then fear...and then restart the thinking process...its good to get back to basics...to things you like to do...to things that make you feel good...it's a very self oriented process...so obviously others around are affected...as much as you wish for others not to be affected adversly...they are! that's why i'm doing this again...i'm writing again...to apologize...for my sabbatical...and to say thanks...for understanding