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V day

I think V day should stand for Vitriol Day instead of Valentine's Day. On Vitriol day, people can tell others what they really think about them. Without consequences.
People can whisper mushy crap into each others' ears the rest of the year.
Call it sour grapes if you must.

This Valentine's day has been particularly dull. Achieved nothing at work. My plan to go out with friends collapsed. I slept during a colloquium. *yawn*
Got no replies from universities. Bah!

Since my relatively glitch-free annual work seminar last week, I've been frolicking about quite a bit. Its reassuring to know that the next seminar I'll give is my thesis seminar. No more journal clubs, causeries or work seminars. Yay!

I've seen movies(To Kill a Mockingbird, Black Friday), attended friends' weddings, wandered about at Kala Ghoda, slurped down the fresh strawberry juice at K. Rustom, the works. Two days before my work seminar I danced the night away (although horribly) at a friend's birthday celebration at Hawaiian Shack. Which is brilliant, btw. Sean Paul is very agreeable, two drinks down. We then marched off to Janata to pick up some Cheese Masala (an ingenious concept- chunks of cheese in a yummy gravy) on our way to OldManMozz's. No amount of alcohol made Borat agreeable, and I have to admit I am puzzled as to how this movie ever got so popular.

I was finally dropped back home at four. The latest I've ever dared to get back home. Surprisingly, I live to tell the tale. I think the parents have given up on their good tulu brahmin girl.

I'm smiling as I conclude this post, as I just got an sms to remind me of Vday a couple of years ago. A close friend who had jokingly promised to give me chocolates actually gave me a large box of Ferraro Rocher chocolates, and freaked the living daylights out of me. A classic moment in immaturity.