The Week That Was

I have 23 precious days left in here Surathkal. I would therefore like to chronicle these days to every minor detail.

The last week has been a momentous one, with a lot of firsts (Respect!! Double Respect!!) and probably a lot of lasts. Learnt on Monday morning that that my project guide had taken ten days off to visit his hometown (rumours were abound that he was suffering from an illness and was out to get it treated). Irrespective of the cause of his absence, our deadline was extended by a few days. Insert arbit smiley . Was generally ultra bugged. Looked towards bollywood to sate my thirst for mindless entertainment. Watched Bunty Aur Babli (BnB for those who have a thing for brevity). Dozed off before the climax.

Tuesday was worse. Slept through the day. Read the Wiki article on Grindhouse multiple times. Cursed our conservative censor board. Saw all the faux trailers on Youtube. Felt a strong urge to watch something macabre. Eli Roth’s Hostel came to the rescue (I’m sure these aren’t the choice words one would use to describe such a thing. But I am verbally constipated as usual). Went on to read the wiki article on the same, only to realise that it alone would have done well enough to gross me out.

Wednesday was memorable. Put fight on the project in the night. Upesh and I managed to complete a major chunk of the work allotted to us. Watched a documentary on the follies of the MPAA’s* rating system. It had some retards cribbing that their movies had been given an NC-17 rating (read as commercial death) whilst some other movie with n-hajar explicit content had been given an R rating. I could not see the point of this discussion for here in India they do not release NC 17 or R rated films.

Stayed awake through the night. Went to thadambail. Gobbled up puries. Went to the beach; early enough to avoid the sight of people defecating/micturating into the Arabian Sea. Saw a dead turtle . Mourned for its death. Whacked someone’s hard earned nongu*. Watched Jammy chase a peacock or rather a peacock run away from Jammy. Came back to the room and crashed.

Thursday was brilliant. Attended my last under-grad class. Sob Sob. Went to class hoping that the teacher would bid us all an emotional adieu. In quite an NITKian fashion he screwed it up with some bullshit on entrepreneurship and a stupid appraisal form. Nevertheless the thought that I had attended my last class in college left me choked. Suffered from my first attack of nostalgia.

Got my eyes checked for pittance with help from Ms. Sweaty Palms. Put dinner at Cherry Square. Tried hookah at Froth on Top after a lot of coaxing from Multikanth, Chakka and Co. Good Shyte.

Friday the 13^th : Good day; atleast better than the reputation that preceded it. Slept hajar. Watched The Big Lebowski-A Whatamovie!!! Kudos to Jeff Bridges and John Goodman. Selected my new spectacles. Belted chat at Shiv Kailash. Nenapirali at SAC was marred by Team Smriti’s efforts to recreate the visual splendour of Crescendo-04; some period movie huh? Fucking degenerates. Got back to sleeping.

Saturday was strange. The Tamizh New Year at NITK was lousy as usual. Went to the temple in the morning.Lost my old keyboard.R.I.P. Came to know that a dude who lived a few rooms away was thirsty for my blood. His blog says he’d like to,among other things, drive a knife through my heart. Anyways a full blog entry dedicated to me makes me feel very important. Swam in the evening. Slept. Got up at 2 and wrote this blog.

*MPAA - (Motion Picture Association of America)

*Nongu - Palmyrah Nut