More Timepass

And so finally, there was one. Jambu has left this sleepy hamlet long back for the glitz, glamour and bright lights of downtown Jersey City. Today, Golu also left us to sing odes to Odin as a modern day viking in the icy Nordic tundra of Minneapolis. That leaves just little ole me flying the flag of unemployment at Stony Brook (Shake, BC, Rishu, Krack, Lao et al are still at the receiving end of academia). Before long, I too will be gone (to fly that very same flag from India, that is). So as my American sojourn winds to an end, I would like to tearily reminisce and nostaligically look back on my time here. NOT.

After all, why cry when you can laugh. To that end, I have once again started collecting anecdotes and humourous outtakes (submissions accepted) of life@SB which I shall publish here as soon as I have enough. And anecdotes from earlier, too. Also, spring is here. More reason to be cheery.

Though there might be a few sappy ones in there too. NOT? NOT.

Till then, never fear, for Italian Spiderman is here:

And this is for those who dislike those irrtating photo-tag thingies on facebook.

PS: A busted laptop adapter, and wireless unconnectivity have sapped my will to write. Oh, and I’ve been lazy too. Really.

PPS: I met a madman in the bus today, on the way to drop Golu off at the airport. He was quite polite and surprisingly well-informed, and took it upon himself to violate my ear all throughout that part of the trip with his knowledge of India and his views on why India is such a nice place as opposed to America, and the occasional question about whether certain species of animals are found in india or not. Rather than laugh him off and ignore him, I nodded and answered at all the appropriate places, letting him carry on his lecture without the slightest trace of disinterest or annoyance. I could never bring myself to do that, even if he might not be all there. Also, I was afraid he might stab me.