Bulletproof Monk

1)The term "N Other Requests" has always struck as sidey to me. Doesn't it to you?

2)What respected connoisseurs categorise as 'trashy films' make for absolutely delightful watching. Little Black Book, Serendipity, The Holiday, Love Rules, Transformers(\m/), Armageddon, Erin Brockovich, Match Point, She's The Man, Jurassic Park, Oceans' Eleven (AND Twelve AND Thirteen), Princess Diaries, Pretty Woman, PJT, Shanghai Noon, Chicago and on and on and on. I watched a movie a day on an average these holidays. This is such bliss! (Zee Studio, I LOVE YOU).

3)The peace and calm enjoyed at home watching pointless films and indulging in indecent amounts of good food makes one think about how screwed up the concept of community is. The Society must be some surreal, divine prototype of particle colliders. Making random people/particles bump into and rub against each other when they are better off without much contact. Must start a fund for those poor subatomic particles on the Swiss border. Whoever thought subatomic particles' rights didn't count has another think coming. Just cos' they're tiny doesn't mean they don't have feelings, right?

Life at home, spent in solitude(with the universally unobjectionable assistance of food, chick-lit and chickflicks) is perfect, for lack of a better word. It makes me question humanity's obvious prediliction to life spent otherwise. What thoughtless idiots!

4)Writing in numbered/bulleted points is such a guilty pleasure.

5)If it weren't for these exams, things would be perfecter. The demand, however, stands for more nice long walks on rainy evenings with pleasant company and scouring bookshelves of dusty bookstores.

6)The bookshelf at home, in the meanwhile, is clawing, screeching and pleading for my attention. Why don't their textbook cousins take a leaf off 'em? (Does that amount to a pun or a queer case of biblio-homicide?)

7)What the fuck is a root locus and who gives a shit? Now really.

8)The I is all Zen. It needs a surprisingly small number of people and things for me to stay so. I smile beatifically, foolishly unaware of those cruel spate of exams that are going to strike anytime now. This is the proverbial Calm before the real-time storm. Om!