/* This blog was written 2 days ago !! */
Sitting idle, which I should not be given the workload and the hell lot of extra work that I need to do, I’m watching ‘How I met your mother’ season 1 for the Nth time. This series rocks man!! Sometimes I see myself as Ted sometimes as Marshal and sometimes Barney, but being Barney is less frequent. He is legendary!! Wedding songs are reaching my ears..a wedding ceremony is going on nearby. When I had started to watch an episode, I heard a pretty new song which I don’t remember now, but I had paused the video. My interest in the song was lost pretty soon and then I watched the paused video for 5 minutes at least, thinking, ‘why the video is not playing?’ and expected it to play on its own. Dumb me.
I was followed by a dog this evening while I was on the move. He came from behind and bumped into my thighs. I shook with fear and said a bad word, what was embarrassing is the fact that I was talking on the phone then. I tried to shoo the dog away but he didn’t leave. I soon recognized the dog, he was the same one who used to visit us everyday in the evening and stayed till late at night. He followed DiMi (Daddy and mummy) while they had their evening walk, wagging his tail. He left someday and then I found him at this place. How did I recognize him? It was through a school belt that was there when he used to visit us it was still there fitting tightly though. He has grown stronger and bulkier. I fear dogs a lot, so, despite the fact that he recognized me and I was happy about it, so much so that I wanted to cuddle him, I didn’t do it and shoo it away. He followed me till the time a bitch had spotted him, I was smiling at this and he did see me smiling and I said, “good hai!!”.
My final year project seems a big uncertainty, I could not locate my mentor even, I have visited her like 2-3 times a day and never found her in the cabin but her stole. I want to meet her and I don’t want to meet her. Clear thoughts!!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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