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Raise a toast to life!!!!


Hey.....well it seems to become a regular habit of me to be so irregular with my posts...am sorry.......well what should I blame it on...laziness, lack of enthusiasm, or sheer dullness in life. Well I would just vote for all of them :-P. The only thing dominating my life presently is my classes..this semester system (flashback to sometime back when there was a lot of noise of semester system being introduced in the University of Delhi)........yes yes I too am a prey to it...and before you think about the number of books I have to study let me clarify...I am not exactly studying...am teaching post graduate students....as teaching assistant.......'The channel of communication between students and professors' (Hush! believe me we are actually still confused about our identity..as the Hindi saying goes 'dhobi ke kutte na ghar ke na ghat ke'). We put in more time and efforts than students and profs.......Oh! the hot topic of discussion nowdays '@CWG'. It is titled 'Commonwealth Games' but it has left no stones unturned to mess around with the normal schedule of the common people....so much so for the 'COMMONWEALTH GAMES'. I don't think I would like to add anymore to the already splashed news about this event...the media has done its job well but I wish they could add a word or two of praise too. I just want the construction to come to an end on campus and it being dominated once again by the beautiful and naughty smiles of the students (Whisper!!! The walk from my lab to back hostel 9 pm at night, pitch dark alone with only construction workers on the way...whew makes me nervous...). Enough of complaining! life is not a BED of ROSES and even roses come with their set of thorns......amongst all this confusion were born the cute little pups at the near vicinity of my department.......I look at them with their eyes closed and oh so cute...I take a deep breath and a smile slowly comes on my face......I can just keep looking at them, drink in their innocence and forget my worries. I say (sigh!) that life is a toast...drink it to its fullest. Cheers! O! before I sign off my favourite topic SALSA!!!! sir please bring in the regularity in our routine......and hey people what do you think of the AYODHYA VERDICT????????? you are free to comment....take it as a platform.....
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  1. meghSeptember 30, 2010 at 10:44 AM

    i find our fetish for religion like the one for 'love' in hindi movies. Virtually every movie can't do without a love song or the stereotypical 'hero-heroine'. Even the hindi sci-fi (supposedly) movie: Robot has the catch line - "Man, Machine, Mohabbat". An E.T life form might be beguiled in to believe how loving and compassionate we are. Of course the reality is every morning's newspaper.. every page..
    and so for religion also..

    thank u for the platform

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