I can't quite believe that I am quoting Arnold Schwarzenegger here.
Anyhow, there is something called my selections for which I apparently have to study. And rebelling against authority is quite passe now so I might as well study. But its strange how somehow I just can't. Call it an overdose of Samit Basu or Taare Zameen Par, the textbooks lie open awaiting some sort of entertainment or interest which I am, unfortunately, unable to provide. And the Australian Open started yesterday. Its not my fault that a tennis tournament HAS to have gorgeous Serbian men in shorts running around.
But its 3 in the morning. I owe myself some sleep. My body requires to digest the copious amounts of paatishaapta, and pithe and other Bengali delicacies that I have subjected myself to in the last couple of days. Plus the chickens are on a strike now. So I shall go back to sleep. But I owe myself a post. Its long overdue. January 21 here, I come!
P.S.: Date is subject to change.