The last one week had been pleasantly hectic. I spent it
1) Bidding goodbyes to various classmates who were heading off to hometowns
2) Publicly rubbishing the jackass that is my HOD
3) Pondering over the meaning of life
4) Trying to land myself an internship
5) Wondering why I needed to do # 4 when I can chill out at home for the winter break.
Which, BTW, brought me back to # 3. (Smirk!)
A bit of running around took to me to the ITO area near Cannuaght Place.
Three meetings later, I had a 2-week internship. No, it won't pay me even my conveyance bills. The work would be thankless.
But hell, it's so good to be a part of the newspaper I have loved more and more over the years...
Disclaimer The
Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to
question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is.
Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica,
such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal
chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour,
transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs,
Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.
