I thought this was cute. I'm sure at least half a dozen people I know will disagree. But, keeping up with my scandalous reputation, here it goes.

On checking out Aparajita's Orkut profile:

Arjun > Sneha > Aparajita


Tee hee hee!

Yeah yeah, Sneha or Appu, if you want me to remove this post, I will. Party poopers...

The first bug I resolved at Amazon - didn't really do anything, rather showed the concerned party that nothing could be done! Just when I stretched my hand to pat myself on my back, I received the icing on the cake via email:
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Why did it take nearly 3 months for you to get to this ticket? This is unacceptable. The response time on this ticket is ridiculous.

XXX
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Hahaha!
No offence, XXX, but 3 months back I was begging my thesis superviser to let me go! Ahh, memories... :)
Now, me's gonna solve me some tickets. Bring 'em my way. Bring on the rants!

"Free is all you gotta be..."
Ah! A wonderful day today, isn't it? Did some good work last night. And the day is bright, without being unnecessarily hot. Just about right. One of those days.

"Dream dreams no one else can see..."
Q. Hello, Amjad, yaar... cab 9 baje bulaya tha. 9:10 baje hain. Kidhar hai?
A. Haan sir, abhi 10 minute me ayega.

"Sometimes ya wanna run away..."
Oh well, just some standing around in the middle of the road looking like an idiot with auto drivers driving by very slowly in hopes of getting a ride for a while. No biggie. Just hum the song louder in your head. Simple!

"But you never know what might be coming round your way"
Q. Hello, Amjad. 9:35 baje hain...
A. Haan Sir, woh cab Jubilee Hills mein traffic jam me fasa hai. Abhi 2 minute me pahunchega.
Q. Traffic jam in Jubilee Hills? Yeah, right! Arrrgh!

"On a day like today, the whole world can change"
Well now it's getting to me. Hmm... but it's not the cab. It's something else. I wonder what?
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Prrrfffffffft!

Haha, yeah. I'm back, baby.

On a day like today
The whole world could change
The suns gonna shine
Shine thru the rain
On a day like today
You never wanna see the sun go down
You never wanna see the sun go down!

A great white ox stampeding down in parallel. I glance at it, and I wonder how I'm managing to keep up with the terrific pace. I look down and realize of course that I'm sitting on my friend's back (let's refer to him as Tez, for reasons you will know soon enough), who's rampaging on all fours himself. In order to either bring the bull down or beat it in a race, Tez rams into the bull sideways a couple of times but the bull does not relent. I am worried for Tez, because he's just gotten stitches on his head and one of the ox's hooked horns is dangerously close. My fears are justified soon enough, with the ox lightly etching its horns onto Tez's head, starting a tiny spurt of blood. I worry, but we must win the race! Or bring the ox down! Or something like that. Anyway, Tez runs harder than ever, and the ox gets more and more agressive, burying the horn deeper and deeper into Tez's head, eventually tearing the skin and perhaps the skull. The scene then fades out thankfully. The next moment, Tez and me are talking post-race or post-rampage or whatever. Apparently I made him do what he did, and he's not too happy about having his hair soaked in blood. I feel terribly guilty now, because I do really care for him, and want to do something about it. So we go to a doctor, and get him restitched. Only for God-Knows-Why I'm doing the stitching myself. A short lapse of time, and he's in a much better state. And the alarm rings!

And I'm not having biryani from that place near my apartment EVER AGAIN!

A few adjustments were made to accommodate friends travelling together, and hence my seat, number 10, was already taken. Some chaos followed, and when the dust cleared I was put into the only remaining seat, right next to a girl who was fast asleep. I thanked God briefly for not giving me the 40 year old pot-bellied man he gave me the last time I travelled alone, before I tucked my luggage away and sat down, humming songs from 'Hum Tum' to get into the mood.

The journey started off rather sweetly. The girl's head dropped on my shoulders and she apologized before shifting to another position. Ahh, how sweet our lady is, I thought. Plently of time to talk tomorrow morning, let the poor girl sleep now. Apparently she didn't think anything on similar lines. Our lady is not a sound sleeper, and her constant shifting and turning kept me shifting and turning as much. But the really scary part was that everytime the bus jerked on the road, our lady would let out a soft moan, which sounded rather scandalous and scared the shit out of me. I looked around to see if the other passengers could hear her, but apparently God had reserved this treat only for me. I tried to exercise my telekinetic muscles to make the bus go slowly, but the driver was probably several levels higher than me and I gave up soon.

As the night went on, her right shoulder seemed to get heavier and heavier, and everytime she shifted on my side, I would push her back to her side, upon which she would emit that strange moan again. This happened quite a few times throughout the night, and by about half the journey I had shifted to humming 'Norwegian Wood' instead. Boy, she really had me!

Come early morning, I was woken up (yet again) when the attendant yanked my blanket off of me and did the same for the damsel who caused me a lot of distress. I turned to my left to see a mess of matted hair covering a face that I realized for the first time that I had never really gotten to see clearly the night before. She cleared that hair away, revealing a face that condemned the world for troubling her by waking her up so early in the morning on an uncomfortable bus. That face, which was the best personification of about a dozen negative emotions I have seen in a while, remained locked in that contorted state till I finally reached my stop. I picked up my luggage calmly and marched down, but my shadow must have leaped out the window instead.

In closing, if that 40 year old dude is reading this, I would like to apologize. I really shouldn't have cursed you or my luck when I sat next to you. In fact, when are you travelling next?