It’s been a long time since I have been this overcome with emotions, at least positive ones. It’s been a long time coming and now that it’s happened nothing can spoil this for me, absolutely nothing, not the crazy OCD prof who has a ridiculous ‘exercise’ planned for us tomorrow, not the sadistic prof who has vowed to make all our lives a living hell, not the idiot who thinks I am someone else and keeps sending me jokes on my cell, not Malcolm Glazer who is milking my beloved Man Utd dry, not Bal Thackeray who sullies the name of Maharashtra every time he speaks, not the useless telecom company who kept me waiting for sponsorship for a long time only to reject the proposal at the last minute, not the rap that plays loudly in the hostel sometimes at night, not the requests to try Farmville, not the requests to play Mafia, not even Shah Rukh Khan’s horrible acting , abso-fuckin-lutely nothing.
Any resemblence of anything on this blog to anything that can be classified as good writing is purely coincidental and deeply regretted.
In case you are a closet masochist, you may continue reading (at your own risk of course).
Any development of suicidal/homicidal tendencies and/or a general desire to punch the computer screen are not the responsibility of the author.
Thank you. Come again.
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