It seems I have filled my plate with lots of trouble to last for my entire leftover engineering life of one and half years. The onus(es) I am trying to handle presently are the TPR post(Training and Placement representative) of my ECE batch, being the Executive Editor of SRIJAN the institute's annual magazine and not to forget my eight hours of CAT preparation classes on weekends. With only a month to go for the printing of magazine the whole SRIJAN team is haywire. To meet the deadline of 20th april release we have to start working nights, and today is the first night! Hell is in front of Saurav and Rajeev the team's two designers.
But no regrets, i am enjoying the pressure!
The side-effects of workload has started to show itself. I have started having nightmares. Last night Abhra, the magazines student editor, and Karan, the Managing editor, were running behind me with the previous year's magazine and dagger in their respective hands.
I had my birthday on 26th January. There were a few surprises waiting for me. One was, the X of my previous posts messaged me happy birthday and the second was, my blogs first post to whom I had dedicated called me. Unfortunately, i couldn't pick up the phone and had to settle by replying to her message. I recieved a deo from two of my classmates, most probably they pitied my irregularity at bathing and hoped it would help, however, as I am allergic to perfumes and deos had to tuck it in the suitcase. Thanks anyways yet I prefer friends who come empty handed.
Yesterday was my parents 23rd marriage anniversary and I turned out to be the last one to wish them. Thanks dad and mom for getting married and bringing me to this earth. Moving on to today; today was Ghandhi's assassination day. For the first time in my life I forgot to stand in silence at 11:30. Sorry Mr. Ghandhi! I was late by three minutes today. Hope you rest in peace.
Moving to lighter notes, we have Valentine's day coming. I am eagerly looking forward to it. I am hoping to propose a lot many this year. My fingers are crossed, and I seriously pray St. valentine gets a bit emotional and pities me...
A help from your side- make sure you send a pink boxer to Mr. Pramod Muthalik, a Ram Sene leader. He is greatly active in beating up couples visiting discos and seen roaming on 14th feb.
(google pink chaddi campaign for more details!)