Some weekend this was. To begin with, it commenced quite on schedule and rather hospitably volunteered to stretch till Wednesday – obviously an improvement. Then of course, after numerous calls of dithering, general lecturing, and chocolate chip cookies, the mountain came to Mahomet… with mirche ka achaar and lehsun chutney. To complete the effect and given the usual surfeit of weekend work (including assignments and laundry amongst the more diverting ones)… I remained inflexible, resolved, resolute, unyielding (etcetera) and as a matter of policy actuated by principles of high living and right thinking, buffed up my indolence to a finer point than even I ever thought possible. That again is always welcome… one wishes to add ‘change’ but lying to imaginary friends is not well-bred. My academic life of late has tiptoed as close to putting up a “To Let” sign as it possibly could without chipping a nail … al-most the novelty begins to keep continuously running off on coffee-breaks. It must, however, be admitted that this inactivity rounded the weekend off rather nicely… that and the crochet border.
Meanwhile, while I was away, a closet monster came to play and Manpreet had company over cocktails. The monster continues to keep dropping in even now and I’m planning to call her Daisy, after the cow. After all I can’t keep referring to her as “that monster”… it’s the same principle as in the case of mothers-in-law and potential-judicial-process-professors, only with more justification. Be that as it may, Daisy is almost family now… especially now that she has taken to borrowing my clothes without asking and forgetting to return them. Such affection reah-lly… sniff!
In passing: Whoever says cut-copy-paste is effortless and ‘easy’ should be flayed, impaled, hung, drawn and quartered after being made to attend Labour Law class punctuated with infomercials, with his/her eyes taped open. Socialism in projects is sound doctrine. So is communal authorship.
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