Someone should seriously consider shooting the scriptwriter/director of Goal. Because of this:
Bipasha to John: Tumhare naak se khoon beh raha hai. (Giggles coyly)
John's response: Laughs shyly, and jogs off happily. Almost as if she said- Tumhara nose bahut cute hai.
I should probably just shoot myself for watching Goal. But, what to do...Sunday afternoon. Still sick. Bitterly cold outside. Nothing to do.
Even as I type, Boman Irani is unleashing a tearful diatribe on his pathetic team. Its like he's crying for the movie...even while shooting for it he recognized what a dud it was going to be.
In other news...I endured a cheerless (I was sick. Sick people don't like cutting open animals. Sick people like to curl up in bed and sleep.) hour-and-a-half with the boss, dissecting a mouse. The high point came when after extracting the spleen, he kept poking around in its innards.
Me: Whatcha looking for?
Him: The other spleen.
Me: There isn't one. (very straight face I had, to my credit)
In his defence..his last anatomy course was in Undergrad, which as he sheepishly confessed, was 20 years ago. And..to my utter surprise, the experiment worked pretty well. (Props to him. I had serious doubts..just goes to show, you don't always need to put too much thought into it. Sometimes..you gotta just do it!)
And in yet other, intensely surprising news (seriously...I'm amazed at myself!) I have gotten off my butt and actually started studying. Its funny. I'm totally out of touch. But everything seems familiar. Sort of. I'm just waiting to remember exactly how the bike is ridden, so I can get rid of the training wheels, and coast. Hope it happens soon.
Life goes on. Kabhi khushi, kabhi gham.
Bipasha to John: Tumhare naak se khoon beh raha hai. (Giggles coyly)
John's response: Laughs shyly, and jogs off happily. Almost as if she said- Tumhara nose bahut cute hai.
I should probably just shoot myself for watching Goal. But, what to do...Sunday afternoon. Still sick. Bitterly cold outside. Nothing to do.
Even as I type, Boman Irani is unleashing a tearful diatribe on his pathetic team. Its like he's crying for the movie...even while shooting for it he recognized what a dud it was going to be.
In other news...I endured a cheerless (I was sick. Sick people don't like cutting open animals. Sick people like to curl up in bed and sleep.) hour-and-a-half with the boss, dissecting a mouse. The high point came when after extracting the spleen, he kept poking around in its innards.
Me: Whatcha looking for?
Him: The other spleen.
Me: There isn't one. (very straight face I had, to my credit)
In his defence..his last anatomy course was in Undergrad, which as he sheepishly confessed, was 20 years ago. And..to my utter surprise, the experiment worked pretty well. (Props to him. I had serious doubts..just goes to show, you don't always need to put too much thought into it. Sometimes..you gotta just do it!)
And in yet other, intensely surprising news (seriously...I'm amazed at myself!) I have gotten off my butt and actually started studying. Its funny. I'm totally out of touch. But everything seems familiar. Sort of. I'm just waiting to remember exactly how the bike is ridden, so I can get rid of the training wheels, and coast. Hope it happens soon.
Life goes on. Kabhi khushi, kabhi gham.
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