Memsahib

My virgin white walls bored me eventually. I saw this poster at the local market. [Hindu religious pornography]Couldn't resist.
Enjoy!

Basic Math

Brothers and Sisters, let me share my grief with you and seek your condolence.

I am sitting in the class, waiting for the prof. I wish I had earplugs. The in-class talks depress me, especially before the exams.

I am opting 6 courses this term. Each requires 4 credits, which means I have to complete at least 1 paper and one exam for each. Since some profs are keen on extra work, I have presentations and midterms (those are fortunately over). I need to write 7 papers and make 3 presentations in next 2 weeks, which means I have to write approximately 50 pages of various trash, i.e. 25000 words, i.e. 125000 symbols in 14 days, i.e. 336 hours, i.e. 20160 minutes, i.e. 1209600 seconds.
I am screwed.

P.S. If the prof won't show up in the next 5 minutes, I ll… hmm what can I do? I can't even leave((((

Из нашей новой штаб-квартиры в Нью-Дели...

Вид от двери. На переднем плане мои кеды. За ними "гостинная".


На лево от двери - Холодильник.


На право - кухня.


Моя комната. Кроватка.


Столик.


Окно.


Я.

специально для CNN

Прощай оружие II. Visuals.

I'm just a patsy or Charity sucks big time

I got involved into a charity organization aiming to help the children of the constructor workers who live on campus of my university. Argrhh...Another longgggg "ahem...sure, let's do it" story.
Some time ago I encountered the girl at my school who is kinda 'social aware' (not sure that something like that exists in the English language, but well, you got my point, didn't you? - she CARES). Since I'd been knowing her for a good while and she speaks my language I was supposed to be friendly with her.
Anyways... She told me about the photo exhibition they are gonna hold next month and asked me whether I want to take part in it. Gr8! My ego spoke out of me(or am I was just speaking out of my ass?...donno) : SAA 'hipsters' rot in your 'intellectual hub of India'! I m moving on.
I was pretty sure it's gonna be a single-mission flight - go-shoot-get famous sort of thingy. Didn't happen.
This Saturday I had been invited to their 'office' to meet children. Jesus! I spent Saturday evening with children! They made me watch Maugli (in Hindi, that's even worse) and distribute cookies among the kids. Well, it's another story... There are 7 things in the world I hate the most. 'Children' and 'charity' occupy the top of my chart... Okaaay-okaay! I haven't figured out yet the other 5, but it was a cool way to say it, wasn't it? Anyway.
When they finished their charity-activities, I was about to sneak away, but missed a chance and had to stay back for the Meeting. To make the long (and sad) story short, now I am a volunteer (well, it's not like I REALLY volunteered, but...) crafts teacher every Saturdays. Damn it!
Moreover this (awesome) Sunday evening I had to spend playing football with little beasts...God's creatures, I meant to say. Well, to be precise, I spent the Sunday evening (that could have been awesome and languishing) looking for a soccer ball, coz people from chaity organization didn't care much to get one BEFORE the footBALL match.
I was about to write a passage on how DO they care about all those Samaritan issues they proclaim, but don't wanna give a shit. It's too pathetic. 'Oh, that charity thing will look nice on my CV for UNO'. 'uck it! But to be honest they do something, at least the vaccination. (however I guess, it's not gonna work for the people who poop in front of their houses).
Anyway, I am still taking part in the exhibition. And I am not smelling of roses eventually...

Фасилитессс

Открыла для себя коондиционированный комфорт библиотеки. Лучше поздно, чем никогда, я считаю.
Наслождаюсь!
Сделаю завтра фотографии. Покажу.

П.с. Считаю возмутительным, что афтопроверка правописания не работает...Оч глупо себя чувствую)

Мы не жалкие букашки...

Seeking the weight loss and trying to find any alternative entertainment to eating out I joined the marshal arts classes. Today was my first time. The coach is a reeealll just-from-Japan sensei and my friend's friend. He is black-belt master in Karate but what he is teaching is so called Mixed Marshal Arts that basically is the mix of almost all techniques.

By the time me and a couple of my hostelmates came over the park where it was held, the bunch of geeks had been already in action! It looked sad indeed. But what was even more sad about it is that we were supposed to join this mess. It looked exactly like those kung-fu social clubs for siniour citizens which all sorts of Asian filmmakers and Discovery channel camera-persons consider to be so filmic. Group of 6 young, mentaly stable (at least ex facte) quite-ok men were kicking the air with all limbs available.

It was too late to back off when they turned round and waved at us.

"Kon Ban Waaa!"

"Kon Ban Waaa, Sensei!"

The first 20 mins were full of pure embarrassment and the real torture for my self-esteem which was about to reach the lowest point for the last few weeks. I felt so miserable trying to make my legs and arms move in concord. Phew... Coordination of movements is definitly not my strong point! But after some time it turned to be fun. At least for those watching us. 11 persons of different origins (Japaneses, Tibetan, Namibian, French, American, Russian and one NRI to be precise) acting either Matrix or One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest were catchy enough to be discussed today at a dinner table.

However I feel quite good about it and looking forward for the next session.

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