At this tender age of 24, a couple of weeks ago, I found myself doing exactly that, and here are my musings :
India has finally won a cricket championship, which by-the-way, did not include the likes of The Netherlands, Tumbuktu, and all those other countries, which have no colorful colonial past. (Although, I must admit, I was secretly praying India wouldn't have to face Bangladesh again)
It'd been quite a while since I graduated to listening to Pink Floyd, Coldplay , The Beatles, Elvis, Muse among others, which, by the way, does not include any band that has the word "boy" in it. (the last of the above-mentioned bands is a bit depressing. Listen to it at your own peril.)
I haven't combed my hair in 4 months (My handy foldable comb-cum-backscratching device has apparently been misplaced when I shifted houses 4 months back) 'mind you, that does not necessarily imply that I haven't washed my hair in all that time.
I do it regularly, which is to say, every day. Thank you.
Talking of hair, of late, I have noticed that there's more of my hair on the spanking new vitrified floor at my new home, than on my head. Sweeping the floor clean everyday doesn't help either. It gets filled up faster than I can say "Twenty-Twenty".
I can't get myself to don the fancy accessory-helmet that I bought along with my new bicycle a coupla' weeks back, and by the looks of it, I doubt if I ever will.
The chick downstairs still gets to decide what decibels my sound system at home is allowed to hit.
And life rolls on ...
India has finally won a cricket championship, which by-the-way, did not include the likes of The Netherlands, Tumbuktu, and all those other countries, which have no colorful colonial past. (Although, I must admit, I was secretly praying India wouldn't have to face Bangladesh again)
It'd been quite a while since I graduated to listening to Pink Floyd, Coldplay , The Beatles, Elvis, Muse among others, which, by the way, does not include any band that has the word "boy" in it. (the last of the above-mentioned bands is a bit depressing. Listen to it at your own peril.)
I haven't combed my hair in 4 months (My handy foldable comb-cum-backscratching device has apparently been misplaced when I shifted houses 4 months back) 'mind you, that does not necessarily imply that I haven't washed my hair in all that time.
I do it regularly, which is to say, every day. Thank you.
Talking of hair, of late, I have noticed that there's more of my hair on the spanking new vitrified floor at my new home, than on my head. Sweeping the floor clean everyday doesn't help either. It gets filled up faster than I can say "Twenty-Twenty".
I can't get myself to don the fancy accessory-helmet that I bought along with my new bicycle a coupla' weeks back, and by the looks of it, I doubt if I ever will.
The chick downstairs still gets to decide what decibels my sound system at home is allowed to hit.
And life rolls on ...
