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Of late, I think, I seem to have deviated from my original intentions (sketchy as they were) behind PnP and started down that slippery slope of using this space as a publicly personal diary and/or rantspace, opposition to which was one of the founding principles of this blog. Honest, its in the charter somewhere, signed into effect by me, four of the seven dwarves and one very drunk lolcat. Still, the horror. The unspeakable horror. What next? Crappy emo LiveJournal poetry? I say nay. Revolt we must, because revolting it is.
In less windbaggy terms, I suppose I better clean up my act and start writing better. No more weak sauce. Maybe make some changes around here. Find me some more windmills to tilt at. Saddle up, Sancho! Hi-ho Silver, away. Wait, that’s not right. Whatever. Catch you on the flip side, as I start re-thinking what this space is about, but not before I leave you with a tangentially relevant quote from the Boss:
“The great challenge… is holding on to your idealism after you lose your innocence.”
- Bruce Springsteen
URL (UnRelated Link): Seanbaby awesome. Seanbaby very awesome. Take notes, Jaskon, take notes.
PS: While I am rethinking Pitch and Pay, any suggestions, comments, ideas or mailed pastries will be greatly appreciated. Danke. 
It had to happen. I have finally got my comeuppance. A rash display of (attempted) orthographic superiority has reulted in me losing all my pseudollectual street cred. Golu and I disagreed this morning over the spelling of a word we’ve all learnt in, what, standard VI? Secure in my superiority, I mocked his spelling. Not surprisingly, he challenged me. This being the same Golu that still treats English as a dialect of Hindi, I accepted with a derisive sneer.
He spelled ‘polynomial’.
I spelled ‘polynominal’.
I shall no longer label his (pretty high) GRE verbal score a fluke. Dufferdom awaits me. Waaah!!
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