Aborted a post. Then wrote one. On paper with a pen. Tossed around with the idea of transcribing it and ditched that too. Read about Stephen Fry on wikipedia off my phone. Which I must say continues to surprise me. Mostly by vibrating in my pocket when I least expect it but occasionally by allowing me to check where some errant courier is (en route apparently) and also reading bash.org every morning on the pot. Though I know and feel deep down that there are many whose lives would go on just as before and maybe even a tad better if they didn't know that detail it is still cool. I recently found that this blog had replaced a newspaper as someone's crap-read so to speak. Now again I know and feel that there maybe some who think a crap read is one that would have been better if not read at all and that I too should feel chagrin that my opus-es are relegated to lavatories. But nay, I think I shall stay happy that what I write eases someone's morning. Again I was going to say passage but then that's way to graphic for even me.
Maybe I'll GPRS his blog in the midst of my sojourns.
Applications for the next set of exams are out. The good part is that seems to be my only ticket out of this place. The bad part is that this time around there are only 5 seats on the bus. And one's in CMC which may just decide to go ahead and give it to a believer. No qualms about that considering they mention it very boldly in their bulletin. They also allow one to apply online, which due to some inadvertent press of an enter key I've botched up so now I eagerly wait their reply to tell me how I may redeem myself from eternal purgatory. Nimhans is up as is PGI within a couple of days of each other hinting at travel at the speed of anxiety. AIIMS has no seats which makes me occasionaly feel like a jackass but then my paycheck comes and I shut up and sink into my prostitution without complaint.
This post has gotten too ranty for my liking but nothing funny's been happening. My apologies.
