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July 25, 2004 Like every Cancerian, I cry on my birthday…foreseeing that this year would be no different I sent my rundi an e-mail describing the horrors of my last birthday. A day before THE day I got a slap with a shriek “Wake up Kutti!” at 8 in the morning. Lo and behold she was in my city…all the way from Dubai JUST for my birthday. What followed after that was a week that would make anyone green with envy. My friends threw me the best surprise party ever…along with presents that were on my wish list. I don’t remember if I went for my classes or saw much of my home and family this whole week but I do remember, staying up late, discussing our psychosis and neurosis. So what’s the point of all this? Why would anyone be interested in the happiest week of life? Of course there is a catch…there always is…firstly, this is a big thank you to all my friends who are all special in their own retarded ways, who know I suffer from imaginary problems but wait patiently at the sidelines for my return. Secondly, inspired by the episodes of this crazy week I’ve made loads of pacts to change the course of my life which you will notice quite soon. And lastly, there is nothing like your best friend and throwing pseudo intellectual thoughts…it’s a MUST. (8:59 PM) ~`~
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