The Usual Stuff

So , it's a matter of discrete chance that I'm still up at this hour. Surprising ? Yes, from now I'm on this stringent resolve to annihilate any preconceived prejudices that you may have about me. It's just good fun to not give you what you were expecting.

Since I did take an implicit vow to keep polluting this blog ,periodically that was , I'm back to the dungeon of dark thoughts. For a change , I'll talk about the usual good stuff. 

For a while now, things have been straight. Girlfriend No. 32 ( '10 -...) is trying to figure out if I'm a 'psychological marvel'. I'm sure , I'm taken more as an out-of-the-box case study these days. Friends are perceiving me less gay. Truth prevails ! Academics are at their usual worst, as ever. Nothing new. Controversies are at their bare minimum. Sigh.

So, what is the usual stuff ?  I'm trying to figure out. I'm missing my old laptop for sure. It was slow, bulky , hard to carry, but I still have an affinity for it. I've switched to this swanky new mini, and I can only pretend to be satisfied. So, you could have probably guessed where I'm spending my first month's salary. What were you expecting? Gifts . Tch Tch .. TEE SEE AECH.

My old laptop was the saree clad "Sati- Saavitri" , the new one, as the name ( Hp- mini) suggests, is more the mini skirt clad Savitri , with absolutely no intention of being Sati. The old one was boring , the new one's flashy. The old one had three keys waiting to pop out, the new one , so far, has no such tendencies.

But then, I wake up at this god for saken hour , and decide to do something to "add value" to myself (Yes, Gf No. 32, you heard it , "add value".) , this laptop does not even throw in the right vibes. I want my Sati Savitri back. But, I don't want to let go of this pretty bombshell either. She was Bipasha, this is Mallika. She was love, this is lust. She was excitement, this is curiosity.

And yeah, the figure '32'. I mean, that's a bit of an exaggeration. But only a bit. Sigh.