Grandma...What big teeth you have

This post is dedicated to IIML....an institution that has been much maligned in my blog. The change in love can be attributed to a marked drop in confrontation with its inmates , and the surprisingly good marks it has bribed me with. Given the long gap, this post will consume a few more bytes than the usual. I also intend it to serve as a diary for all that I have done in the past two months. I want to relive the moments when I am fully grey.

In term III now. A few months back, when I was still a baby faced kid in this labyrinth; this was the paradise promised to us, the 72 virgins are missing though; forget 72...the rate at which it is going, I doubt if even a single one exists (am excluding the men here who are in dire need of a better sales pitch).

Am already two months old in paradise(we do age here, and are charged 2500 per month for the ‘manna’ in the mess). I have forgotten all about the days of long labour that I put in the first two semesters, and have indulged myself in the pleasures of gym, cricket and lawn tennis. I do not claim mastery over any of these but the very idea of pumping iron sounds kinda appealing. The midriff actually started showing indications of competing with that of Brad before my better half stepped in.

My better half???. Content censored due to the public nature of this medium of communication. Her older version has learnt to peek at this!!.

There is an animal that resides four skips and two doors away from where I get my forty winks. It is well known for playing music at a volume that is so high that the army could use it for testing its nuclear safe bunkers. It uses my toiletries for all its needs ,and often bangs my door at 3 in the night. It is also well admired for its ability to last in the ‘watering hole’, and its successes or rather the excesses with the fairer sex.

This creature sold me the idea of trading foreign currency; the conversion of your money from Gandhi to Lincoln to Queen Victoria and so on. The rules of the game are simple...extremely high risk and commensurate promises of riches. No finance(the subject) is required for this. No calculation of alphas or betas(I have always hated the greek). Its just a matter of economics, common sense and luck. Hey, I scored an A- in macroeconomics, and animal had topped the batch in the first semester; I do not wish to entertain any debate on the capabilities of common sense. How much of a factor could luck be?. It does turn into a potential whirlpool when you lose track of how to apply the first two factors; which is exactly what happens when a new factor steps in....GREED.

We have lost $125.1 each in the first three weeks of trading, and given our modest means; has earned us a ‘forced break’ from the system. The blue and red lights on the screen coupled with the candlestick worms have me hooked. We’ll be back.

The midterms had me try and complete my papers in half the time allotted(I am also scoring half the marks) , and rush back to ‘my activities’. I also took the liberty of inviting ‘joy’ to spend a week with me. And what a week it was!!.

The ‘eccentric king’ has been negotiated and with it, Little red riding hood can finally raise a glass(nah actually a bottle) to her first year in IIML(notice that its helL no more). The bad bad wolf has been pummelled into submission.

Its the seniors’ turn now to see green. The placement season arrives. PCOM wants to keep ‘The terrible threesome’ at a miles’ length, this suits me just fine. Probably a just reward for the night before MANAC II spent at the office of perceived power.

I am desperately hoping for my internship location to be Hyderabad. It is now 5 years since I have been home for a period longer than 20 days. Would love some quality time with my grandparents. Dads home too after a long stint in Bombay.

Yawn....time for my afternoon siesta.