Deepanjan Nag's Magnum Opus

Bunked office. Feel so guilty now. Planned to study. Slumbered instead.

I remember making friends with a retired Canadian psychologist years ago. A wannabe Indologist, he had come across a Usenet post of mine, an experimental post to test its murky waters. It was great going initially, until he began gradually griping about my exotic choice of words.

There were others causes of friction as well, including my apparently offbeat thoughts. Anyway, his constant cribs about my extensive malapropisms made me do a rethink on my style. Try as I might, I couldn't convince myself into believing the allegations.

Well, countless people before and after him have leveled charges against me on similar grounds. There must be some truth after all! Sid's mail simply adds cause to the conviction! Loved what he wrote...although it was mostly beyond the scope of my limited vocabulary!

Sid, the demarcation between me and 'normal' people was never so conspicuous! Thanks! Seriously, I'll try to do something about it. I love not belonging to the camp of 'nor…

I set about republishing a hidden post featuring a video footage of Rohit's last day in Bangalore. I discovered, much to my horror, that the entire post had gone missing except for the heading, comments and the footage itself, which was hosted by Youtube.

All those thoughts and elucidations were in vain! I feel so sorry for myself. Why did the text go missing? I never deleted it! If such anomalies are the norm for drafts, I'm afraid it calls for a serious rethink on my modus operandi for secret posts. I guess I'll have to look for other avenues. After all, I can't afford losing my most precious, intimate and potentially inflammable posts!

Gotta checkout Yahoo! 360 as a backup repository.

It was Ravi Rajesh's last day with us as a bachelor! He files to Kolkata tomorrow after which he travels to Ranchi by rail. Waiting eagerly for his return!

I'm soooooo enervated after yesterday's party @ Club Cabana. I think I'll slumber at work today. Expect to post something in the evening after I reach home.

Hitting the dance floor!

Tried some bowling. Discovered (not to my surprise) how horrible I could be. The trajectories the bowls followed had no idea where to head and what to do. They rolled aimlessly, randomly and leisurely to miss as many targets as possible. Sure, if we reversed the aim of the game, I would be a champion by default! But who would listen? I couldn't bear the humiliation much longer and embraced the relative sanctity of being a mere spectator.

Among the many things I didn't do were consuming alcohol, dancing (an improvisation of wild limb shaking to blaring noise mistaken for music) and jumping into the pool. Had a few meaningful discussions though. Overate, once again spoiling my resolve to shed weight. The mutton was too delicious to resist. Had 3 scoops of ice cream.

The return journey was delayed and we were getting despondent. Rescue came after many excruciating moments. Mantu was getting increasingly worried at home. When I finally reached my destination,…

Old habits die hard. I've been publishing posts that I perhaps shouldn't, especially now.
I'll exercise more restraint in the days to come, although the quantity of posts will not dwindle. They'll just be kept secret for the time being.

So expect a thinning of visible posts in the days to come.

I've got a confession to make: I think of 'doing it' all the time. I look at the computer screen at work, feel bored, close my eyes...and invariably think of doing it. I'm in the bus, staring vacantly at the maddening crowd outside, shut my eyes & think of doing it. I reach home exhausted and reeling; think of doing it. I wake up on weekend mornings, think of dedicating the entire day doing it...and end up complying for only a few minutes, exceedingly satisfying though it may be.

I think of the blessed day when the object of my affection had come home with me for the first time. I was tempted to doing it that very night, but better sense prevailed and I didn't. We just lay together in bed before I fell asleep.

But temptations are hard to resist and I finally did it for the first time! It was magical and very special, something that has kept me loyal for all these months. I can still recall the anticipation, the excitement, the apprehension, the uncertainty, the o…

I must thank my lucky stars for granting me roommates who are excellent chef material! In Pune, it was Kaushik. And now in Bangalore, it's Santosh who's feeding me with daily culinary delights!

It was lazy-hazy-crazy yesterday and Santosh expressed the desire to have chicken for dinner, a prospect I greedily latched onto. I sponsored, Santosh cooked and we ate to our heart's content. And there was enough to last us for lunch today. I guess my sponsorship has been well exploited! Even the PC couldn't accommodate all the surplus chicken at once. The stock could even drag on till dinner. Let's see. I'm only worried about by expanding waistline!

Addendum: The neighbours have been trickling in ever since word got out. Wish I could shoo them away!

Pandora, a crafty nifty site.
This is cutting-edge technology @ its best!
Highly recommended.
Only for the discerning.
Needs 128 kbps.

Last.fm Rocks!
At 128 kbps, it may be too much for Indian broadband, but the audio quality is absolutely fabulous. The flash-rich site is a treat for the eyes and though the feature-heavy content takes time for the novice to understand, it's worth the trouble.

It's Prasant's last day in Bangalore. He leaves for Hyderabad tomorrow & I'll miss him.

Prasant, let me tell you why I didn't got to your birthday party: I hate crowds, and there were too many invitees. I hope you can forgive me for being so contemptuous. I don't regret not going, but I felt awfully guilty for not giving in even when you had insisted so hard on me joining.

I'm busy...I'm busy...I'm busy.
Reached home late last night.
How time flies.

Even my thoughts are incoherent.

Anand helped install Mandrake Linux on Santosh's PC. Even managed to surf the web through it, although it looked absolutely atrocious on screen!

Santosh is now a contributor to the Hindi edition of Wikipedia. Busy punching entries for Jhanjharpur!

And we finally had mushrooms for dinner. Absolutely delicious!

Had some laughs. Subhash recently tied the nuptial knot. Rajeev settled into marital bliss a few months ago.

I was in my usual foul mood and sang a hate anthem. But talking to Ujwal easily made me feel a lot better. Wish we could meet.

Santosh was sick yesterday.

I'll be having breakfast at home from now on. At least, that's the plan. Had grapes this morn. Keeping things as natural as possible.

Gurdas had sent us a mail a few weeks back informing that he would visit Bangalore soon. I was so caught up with the wreck that is my life that doing a follow up completely slipped my mind.

So Gurdas (fondly called Gorudas-a slave of cows!) called me up tonight and it was only then that I recalled receiving the email. Caught up with a lot of things. Rahul is in TISCO, Jamshedpur. Amarendra was last spotted somewhere in Jamshedpur. Shukanto-the biggest mystery of our batch-has apparently accomplished something commendable, although Gurdas couldn't really recall what it was. I just wish these people would take sufficient initiatives to be in touch with us. Living in the social fringe hardly helps. I should know!

I informed Gurdas about Bads being in the US, slated to come to India soon for a month-long stint after which he'll be back there. Gurdas enquired if he's coming to India just for laundry! We had a laugh.

Gurdas leaves for Mumbai tonight and I so wish we could schedule …

Samir Raut phoned. He'll probably come down to Bangalore in the next few days to try his luck.

Santosh decided to cook some mushrooms for dinner. Hard luck, the shops didn't have them in stock.

I've been skipping lunch for the past couple of days. This can't continue for long though.
Gotta cut down on breakfast as well.

Here's my question: How often does a person fall in love in a lifetime?

Here are the answers I got:

(f) I have been truely and madly in love about ten or twelve times so far. I am 53.(f) as many as you like (f) Most people never do . They just think they do. I would say its most likely that around 10 in a million actually fall head over heels in love with someone and receive those feelings back towards them. Pretty **** i know but truth!! (f) As often as it takes him to find the right person.(f) head over heels in love...twice! i'm 26. so i guess that would average out to once every 10 years.(m) According to the bible, just once. 1 Chronicles ch.13 tells us about love. Try looking that up and make sure that all of those attributes are there before you go jumping into something. It may save you a lot of pain. (m) Certainly at least 3 or 4, and probably more like 8 or 10.It would be an unlucky person not to have felt it at least a few times. (m) I'm 21, twice.. I don't kno…