Lab newspapers.
TV Scripts. Radio scripts.
Pleasure trip to handicraft fair in Haryana.
Biking between hostel and home.
Appearing on two TV shows on SAB TV.
Realising SAB TV sucks, hence skipping a third show hosted by Vir Sanghvi.
Dodging more comparisons of my unkempt hair with a bird’s nest.
Doing my bit to get in touch with long lost friends.
Dontlook. Refuting more claims that I am not straight.
Shooting down more reports about me becoming a campus item.
Sorting ego-hassles and an assortment of other pangas with people. .
Trying to make sense of other strained understandings.
Wracking brains over college culfest logistics.
Cribbing. Sulking.
Learning to lose cool on command.
Learning to say ‘sorry’.
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.
