Who flu?

hehe...

Intruder!

BBbbRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr......

I hate snakes... I loathe them... and I love the geezer who gave them the worst role in the bible.

This outpouring has been caused by the experiences of the past week...

Sometime last week:

My room neighbour (C-125), walks down our dear wing corridor (ground floor). He has just woken up and is breathing in dollops of fresh morning (read 11 am) air. He walks past C-122 and notices a 3 foot long greenish-silverish thing just below the cement corridor. He pauses, realises its a snake. Not just A snake, but a snake with its fangs deep into a fat frog. As neither are moving, he assumes both are dead. To share this viewing pleasure with other wingies, he calls out to a couple of people. As he does so, he notices that he can see the pulse on the frog's upturned body. Slowly realising that this means the snake just bit the frog meaning the slithery bastard is still alive, he takes a step back. At this juncture, our slimy friend decides to open its mouth out wide baring its fangs et al. Poor C-125 just froze. And before a voice (let alone a scream) could come out from his sunken gut, the biblical scourge slithers right off into the ground in front of our wing. At this point C-123 finally comes out to avail of the viewing pleasure mentioned above and finds that it has slithered away leaving behind a dumbstruck C-125.

At this very point I enter the scene (I had gone to class... i think :D). And I am narrated the entire happenings of the past 5-10 minutes. After looking at the upturned frog (still beating its vein), a chill last seen or heard of in the Ice age runs right down my spine "BBbbRRrrrrr". C-123 bravely goes out into the ground with his matchsticks and sets the dry leaves aflame. For the next hour we breath in smoke as the dry leaves on the ground in front of our rooms burns away to glory. The hostel sweeper is instructed to throw away the frog (preferably into the flames).

As the flames died out leaving behind the blackened ground, All of decide that we should be more careful as this very same snake was spotted the previous day by another junior. There are discussions as to whether this is a poisonous variety (a minor detail which simply spikes my already risen hair). There are arguments as to if it has enough goodies only to make a meal or for a human too. Slowly as we all melt away into our rooms, we try to forget the happenings. But later in the night, as C-127 wakes up to breath in his fresh dollops of air, he knocks on my door lightly and asks me to come out... I first open the door a little... peek out to see if he is ready to run or anything which would imply only one thing. As he was not, I step out and follow his pointed hand. Our dear scourge of eve was right where he was hoping his lunch would be... sprawled out 3 feet. Glistening brownish in the flickering tubelight of the corridor. Gulp No.1 ... Gulp No.2.... The bloody reptile started slithering out into the ground again... Gulp No.3... And it was gone... Gulp No.4... and no traces seen... Gulp Gulp Gulp...

Till now I was only scared. Now I was petrified. Every night (even day) whenever I leave the room, I peak out with ears perked up for any sounds. I have reduced water consumption evening onwards as our bathrooms have been the best place to find frogs. Why the hell are there are so many frogs? If only we were a medical school...

Bottomline: I Hate snakes. I Loather snakes. I am SHIT SCARED of snakes.

The BourgeoisBuffoon!

So after many comments on my yesterday's experiment, the common denominator was...

"What a morbid background photograph!"

As I am not in the undertaking business here...

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you my original background based on the famous .... nay VERY FAMOUS ... the one and only Calvin and Hobbes a.k.a Spaceman Spiff...

Of course this whole thing based on the amazing basic template designed at BlogspotTemplates, I had fun working on the background image...

Kindly note it has a shaded reading area also! :P :P :P

If any of my juniors is reading this... Get a better hobby... this is how much 'abject joblessness' you will be facing in your final year!

Now all of you can sod off... as I am going to sleep... ZZZzzzzZZZzzzzzzzzzz.......

Set out to dry...

Just experimenting with the blog template... I like the floating text thingie... don't know about you guys...

This basic design is taken from a site called Bloggspottemplates. Me and a friend broke its workings down... So i selected this pic. And the colours for the shading and so on so forth...

Comments are openly invited...

Bouquets to me... keep your brickbats!

I like the word 'Indolence'...

... it makes my laziness seem classy. For all those of you who know me.... know him?

"...he is at once very lazy, mournfully ambitious and illustriously unfortunate; for all his life he has scarcely had any complete ideas.The sun of his idleness shines with constant splendour within him,vapourizes and consumes that moiety of genius with which heaven had endowed him.How can I let you see the depths of that tenebrous nature; a mind in which paradox often assumed the proportions of naivette, yet whose imagination is as vast as absolute solitude and laziness..."

- Charles Baudelaire
(French poet , 1821-67)
in La Fanfarlo

Haven't put up anything orginal for a while... will do so soon...

Paragraph.

A friend sent this... it apparently brought clarity into his thought... I am putting it up for comments purposes only ... I personally have had no reason to comment on it... except, i like some of the one-liners.

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

Buhahaha

Made a new original PJ after a looooooooongg time...

Here it goes:

Q> What do you get when you cut a needle into many parts??





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A> Chop-suey! :D :D :D

Uno.

Thank you all!

Its been an amazing year! :D... A truly roller-coaster ride...

Cheers!


Oh ya... exactly one year since bourgeoisbuffoon was born. :)

The first post

The real first post! :D

Yearnings...

A friend of mine forwarded (cough cough .. ahem ahem) this poem to me... It struck me quite hard. More because I haven't come across many Tagore poems before. And certainly didn't expect something as lucid as this...

I LONG to speak the deepest words I have to say to you;
but I dare not, for fear you should laugh.
That is why I laugh at myself and shatter my secret in jest.
I make light of my pain,afraid that you should do so.

I long to tell you the truest words I have to say to you;
but I dare not,being afraid that you would not believe them.
That is why i disguise them in untruth,saying the contrary of what I mean.
I make my pain appear absurd,afraid that you should do so.

I long to use the most precious words I have for you;
but I dare not,fearing I should not be paid with like value.
That is why I give you hard names and boast of my callous strength.
I hurt you,for fear you should never know any pain.

I long to sit silent by you;
but I dare not lest my heart come out at my lips.
That is why I prattle and chatter lightly and hide my heart behind words.
I rudely handle my pain,for fear you should do so.

I long to go away from your side;
but I dare not,for fear my cowardice should become known to you.
That is why i hold my head high and carelessly come into your presence.

Constant thrusts from your eyes keep my pain fresh forever......

- Rabindranath Tagore

The full poem is called 'The Gardner'. Get full text here.

What lies beyond?