Ah!!bugger...

It's the middle of December, and there is a storm raging outside. I kid you not. Howling winds, pelting rainfall, the whole package. Another Ice Age? Tsunami? Pick your favorite disaster and brace yourself for it, because the world it seems is really going kaput in a short while. Not one of my utmost concerns right now. The gushing cold winds, the light spray of rain, splattering across my balcony, as I sit in it's shadowy recess, music and a warm brew of coffee nestling deep in my palms. Yes, tomorrow I have yet another exam. Yes, I have not studied anything for it, and despite what people think, I know bare minimum about the subject. Do I care? Does it bother me? Not as of now. For now, I am in my heaven. A heaven of peace and tranquility. A heaven filled with thoughts, imaginations, where things are either good, or not that good. Sadly, that heaven is also full of mosquitoes, thus ensuring my hasty retreat into the warm comfort of my room. But the thrill of watching the st...

“And the night shall be filled with music,   And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away.”  -Henry Longfellow

I would have accepted kicks too, but I get enough of those while playing. So a punch for now would be a very satisfying change. And one by one please. Form a queue, and wait for your turn...

How to begin? The odd semesters have never been kind to me. There is something about the winter chill, and having to go through thousands and thousands of dumb scientific dissections that really put the paper checkers in a foul mood. You'd think that my take on life philosophies, combined with some light wordplay and abstract art, not to mention song lyrics that totally explain how Bubble Sort works, would come as a breath of fresh air and bring some much needed joy into their dreary, cheerless lives, but nooooo! I staunchly believe that if filling answer sheets were an art, mine would adorn the walls of the Louvre. Take good ol' Leonardo for an example. Here he was, casually doodling, sketching out the lady manning the hoopla stall at the local science fair, with every intention to get laid. She was probably giving him mixed signals, hence the facial anomaly. But that piece of random scribbling is now on the lips of every person on the face of the Earth, popularly known as The...