Of New Leaves.

As is typical, I wake up some days wanting to pulverise the world into a bowl of something soft and squishy, like mashed potatoes maybe, or lumpy porridge. The bad food references I'm making should be enough to dissuade you from reading this, but it's all right if you do, really. There are some issues of Vital Concern that I intend to address today. Like why Kwality Walls must stop manufacturing Black Grape Jelly. What were they thinking? How could they think that the ice-cream eating world would continue to exist upon Black Grape Jelly's extermination? How shall I face this summer without a purple tongue to comfort me? I tell you this world gets worse everyday. And my life, my life, it plagues me. It makes me see days like this. In fact, this entire week has been nothing short of unnerving.

It should have struck me when I realised that Microsoft Paint no longer exists on my computer. Apparently I have managed to delete it. I didn't think this was possible, but look what happened to my staunch faith in the immortality of BGJ. Then I break both pairs of specs, and Facebook tells me my real age is Ten Years Old. Capitalized, please note. I am not getting things in chronological order here but it doesn't matter, it is the impact that is crucial. I have also written an ode to Spondylitis somewhere in my diary during a class I wasn't paying attention in, comparing it to an invisible betaal which clings about my neck. Dear world, I've changed my name to Vikram. Also, I am a moron.

It's all this heat, I think.

This week I did not write in my diary, I doodled. I seem to have forgotten how, I cannot put pen to paper nowadays without my hand shaking like it's doing the jitterbug. My Elective English teacher in school once told me that it is imperative to write a hundred words a day, about anything at all, to put things in perspective. Besides, she said, it is like practice. You improve. Apologies to my hand, I've been doing nothing for too long. Additionally, since this blog is now witness to posts that are either rants or rambles (except this one, it is a rant and a ramble), I shall heed Sujaan's words about how I cannot keep embarrassing things about myself to myself, and wreak vengeance upon the world. I think I shall start chronicling college in earnest. Which means everyone, and by that I mean ev-eryone, figures here. Hrah. Just you wait. Too bad I missed writing about the loo in the Bangla department leaking and trickling water (and other things) down to our corridor, and Senjuti doing the Liril ad in tribute. Hmm.

It's definitely the heat.

Tomorrow I wake up really early and run away till the sun comes out properly. I think I shall walk through streets, any which way, and not carry any money.