I cannot believe this.
One of my classmates from Kolkata actually said this during a freewheeling class discussion on the American healthcare sector: 'We all know that whites in America are much smarter than the Blacks (sic) and that Blacks (sic) are a dumb and inferior race'.
Do I now go ahead and say that Bongs are...?
Nyaaah.

I'm finally reading the Bob and Bobette series starring the eponymous Dutch kiddo-sleuth duo, after 8 long years.
Wooh. An eternity.
All hail IIMB Bookrack.

In an hour, I shall be classily sipping shots of Smirnoff laced with Tropicana and waiting for The Effect.
I'm going to peer down smugly at future I-Bankers with the sly knowledge and confidence that I'm going to be one myself.
Once The Effect takes over, I shall proceed to socialise, network and make friends with people I never even knew existed ( Read more... )

There's nothing like playing Tsepak at one in the morning. Phew.

Lovesick, bitter, and hardened heart
Aching, waiting for night, waiting for life to start
Meet me in the morning when you wake up
Meet me in the morning then you'll wake up

If only I don't bend and break,
I'll meet you on the other side,
I'll meet you in the light,
If only I don't suffocate
I'll meet you in the morning when you wake...

1. Keane- Bend or break
2. Stone Temple Pilots- Plush
3. Heather Nova- We can work it out
4. Midnight Oil- Beds are Burning
5. Junoon- Meri Awaaz Suno

Round and round they play,
Making me go hey hey hey,
Stringing images that only I can see,
Giving me more and more reason to be.

Sometimes I feel like screaming.

I really have no idea what to post on, but I'm smacking my lips in the knowledge that I can now post whatever I want, whenever I want to. The pleasure of 24-hour internet room service, so to speak. I have no desire to make this post really memorable or momentous just because it's the first ever post from my room at IIMB, purely becuase I feel this ( Read more... )

I hate Blossoms these days. Gone are the days when a visit to Blossoms meant a few hours of leisurely browsing through lanes and lanes of musty second-hand books waiting to be bought at throw-away prices. Sigh. Those were the days when I actually used to bring back mounds of good books from every Blossoms trip. Now I find that my meagre allowance ( Read more... )

June 5
Written at The Marigold, Gangtok

5:10 AMThere she is: Kanchendzhonga, her golden summit uncrowned and still obscured by clouds, towering above her neighbours, making them look like puny hills. She weaves her own spellbinding magic, a magic so powerful that it makes me immobile and rooted where I stand. I insult her by gazing at her through ( Read more... )