It was supposed to be one of those trips to the barber's, but I got in return a lot more than what I had bargained for.
The barber, the thorough professional that he was, managed to persuade me for a massage after the haircut. What I suffered during the next half-an-hour or so, which seemed like an eternity, still sends a chill down my spine. I was reduced to a hapless chap at the mercy of a messenger from hell!
Never again will I volunteer for a massage!
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
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Sunday, October 10, 2004
I miss Jamshedpur, Gulmohur School, my buddies and most of all, my home.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
I'm wearing a rather remarkable shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and...
I generally dislike Wagner. However, I heard a piece by him today and it was sublime and breathtakingly beautiful.
I just can't take it anymore. I should have moved on long back but lingered in the hopes of a miracle. It was not to be and I've fin...