Newspaper supplements are now dime-a-dozen. The main paper looks starkly anaemic, once these supplements slide out, in all their million-colour glory.
And I'm still addicted to them. Jessica Alba's baby showers. A chronological look at Dhoni's hairstyles. Slapstick articles on Chennai's auto-kaars. Yes, yes, yes.
One of the reasons why Blogs don't have that kind of appeal anymore. Because supplements are available on your doorstep, no WiFi, no Username/Password required. And you can read them on your train journeys (a very important prerequisite).
Now that the excuses are out of the way.
I blog now, for the sake of Refuge. Results are going to be posted any minute now. Two floors down, in the Lounge, for all to see and mock.
The pass percentage for my juniors was roughly around 32%. Such is Medical Education.
When Life crashes around you, you can do little but sit down and laugh. At least, that is how it works for me.
Scenario 1:
Dad/Paediatrics HOD/Misc. Authority figures: You have immensely disappointed me/let us down very badly/Didn't expect this from you of all people..
Moi: *Giggle* I'm sorr- *Snort*
Scenario 2:
Lame-ass loser classmate: *Hoots/Grunts/Catcalls as I walk past* Or asks intelligent questions like "Ethana maasam?" when I ask the Professor to excuse me from class on the account of nausea/claustrophobia.
Moi: Asshole. *Laugh*
My mobile is ringing. Presumably, with news of the Results. Nobody would call if I flunked, right? Who wants to be the bearer of bad news? Especially, to me?
Anywhoo.
I do not want to pick it up. If I pretend Results don't exist, they'd just go away. And I can continue surfing the Skinny Website. At least, for the next 5 minutes.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
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