'The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.'
- Samuel Johnson
So, here we are. Big Daddy turns 22. Presumably, another step closer to maturity, a job, emotional stability, a job, a fat-like-me salary, a job, success, a job, death, a job.
Are there any potential employers willing to hire a halfway-there (hopefully) postgraduate in English Literature reading this blog? Is the IIMC listening?
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Eventful year, the one gone past... But then again, was it any different from the ones before that? Since leaving school, its like the 70s masala movies formula - repeating over and over and over again... The only thing that changed this year was the setting, a few of the actors...
Mehfilein aayi aur gayi
Log aaye aur gaye...
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And so, here I sit reflecting on the past year, with a head thats hungover... Thanks to the Bhailog who could make it to the 'party' yesterday... And sorry for thwarting your plans to give me birthday bumps - the advantage of having a birthday in the middle of summer (the only advantage, perhaps) is that while at school, I never received any... And I intend to keep it that way... In the words of Godzilla, SIZE DOES MATTER! Or whoever it was who said that, - I just remembered, Godzilla couldnt speak... Not in English anyway... Maybe what he said was GRRRRRRRRRR ROAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR GRRRRRRRRRRRR, which means the same...
I'm quibbling again... I know... Blame it on the hangover...
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And finally, here's to the men and women of the Department of English - MA batch of '07 and '08... It was a really positive change in atmosphere after the negativity of three years with my batch in RLA (M)... I dedicate this to all of you -
Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you've got;
Taking a break from all your worries
Sure would help a lot.
Wouldn't you like to get away?
All those night when you've got no lights,
The check is in the mail;
And your little angel
Hung the cat up by it's tail;
And your third fiance didn't show;
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
You want to be where you can see,
Our troubles are all the same;
You want to be where everybody knows your name.
Roll out of bed, Mr. Coffee's dead;
The morning's looking bright;
And your shrink ran off to Europe,
And didn't even write;
And your husband wants to be a girl;
Be glad there's one place in the world
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
You want to go where people know,
People are all the same;
You want to go where everybody knows your name.
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came...
- Gary Portnoy and Judy Hart Angelo,
'Where Everybody Knows Your Name'
(theme song for the TV series, 'CHEERS')
