So long...eh....

Been on the net a couple of times before this too. sify i-way. he was right. before going to the cafe, i had so many things in mind that i planned to do on net. once i reach the god-forsaken place, only things i can think of at the spot are orkut, scraps, reply to those, gmail, reply to those, messenger, and nothing more. didn't even bother to check entropy-on-the-move. so here's how it is.
first day (i.e the orientation). library auditorium. top floor MIT central library. a humungous (feels so good to b able to use that word after such a long time. i said i was sorry, u shrimp) hall. some 300 ppl sitting, staring at the blank projector screen (which has now bcome such a monotonous sight that it causes VISUAL POLLUTION - quoted C.Rajagopalan). some holy crap blabbered about the college, the Credit system, ragging, laptops, BICYCLE (oh ahahahahaha...). the first day in the class. cant remember whom i sat with. wasn't definitely a girl. can clearly recall the INDO-PAK BORDER (quoted - that ENGLISH TEACHER, Natasha or something). well by that she meant the passage dividing the rows of boys and girls in the class. huh. ya the border was here too, at least the first day. only some fortunate late comers (time > 8.15 am) were able to make it in the PAK area. some of them my hang-outters now. ok, now that i have used the term HANG-OUTTERS, let me explain wat does it mean. now, i, or neone else for that matter, can only DESCRIBE as FRIENDS the people that they get to hang arnd with. they might or might not mean the same. "might not mean" doesn't imply that they spite against those so-called frnds, but they cudn't find a more appropriate term to categorize those ppl falling in the much crowded range between (actual)FRIENDS and AQUAINTANCE (yep, orkut cant do it either). so that is the category that i have called hang-outters(phenomenon known as NEOLOGISM, if u know it). ok, so talking about ppl here, forming impressions doesn't take me ne time, and neither does changing them. heard a guy playing "come as u are" in room 226. found out then that he was the same fortunate late-comer (time > 8.15). got along with him real well. formed a ROCK BAND at the spot. NAME :- CLEO'S FUNERAL. that name came after much thinking though. some of the proposals that came along the way were - THIS WAY UP, and some more which i cant remember at the moment. though, i didn't bring my own synth along. am gonna borrow it frm somewhere.
was thinking. whn's that time gonna come when i'll pull my own strings. dad called yesterday, and out of a sudden pang of realization asked me whether i had had ne haircut since leaving home. i said that no i hadn't. told me to get that at once, or so did he mean. plan shattered. had earlier thought of going home with long bangs. doesn't matter though. i m not getting that bloody haircut ne time soon. i wanna play at the PEROXISM with these on. yeah baby, feels like my own strings. but even this semester wont last longer than 4.5 months. no, not that i want that to last ne longer than this, i want to go home on vacations, more than nething else.
soon am gonna upload the impromptu speech on MONEY, that i gave in the class. felt good abt it. but let me confess, tht was the best topic that i could have been given to speak upon. that one line, MONEY CANNOT ACTUALLY BUY YOU HAPPINESS BUT CAN DEFINITELY PUT YOU IN A GOOD BARGAINING POSITION, was quite a thought over (and over) line. i cant really remember if i thought about it myself or read it in RD. maybe.