POST EXAM POSTMORTEM

So exams are over...net back on track..music back on track...movies back on track..loneliness back on track..

No nothing else...

Its tiresome

Waiting for Godot

Yes..I am loving Cynic...awesome group...

I am in love again...with my new rooster burning adapter spasmodical sequencer

No I myself don't know what that means

Reading Heinlein....wonderful..Dick's next....

Want to gorge on Bangali khana...wanna die eating it...

No not missing home..I am a tranquilized cybernetic materialist guy

Tempus Fuckit...oh yeah...grab grub slug..its Tempus Fugit actually....

She Calls Me Maddi

People at different point of time have called me something or the other...sayantan...mondal....nante....hyps....stupid..idiot...gamcha.....but she calls me maddi. I like it. I really like it when her little sinewy fingers type that five letters and send it to me...I really enjoy it...she calls me maddi....

I call her...just that...

Maybe...there is something missing out..there is something difficult to understand..but I like what she calls me...MADDI...a colorful name given to me...reflects myself...madness...

I like it a lot...MADDI...

I really like it....