Talking Talking

Ques: How does it feel when you are back at blogging after a month?

Ans: It feels great!

Ques: How does it feel when you are writing the first post of the year, 21 days after it started?

Ans: It doesn’t feel so great!

Ques: Do you mind telling us what you were doing in the meantime?

Ans: No. Because it not at all feels great!

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Ah well… That was the explaination of my being away. Not that it is enough, though! However, the agenda of this post is something different, and it relates to the Happy New Year Syndrome. [Ah… by the way, since this is my first post of 2009, A Very Happy New Year to you. (Though it is quite late, and ironic too, if you will read through this post.)] Notice the way I have closed the brackets. I study programming, you know!

Coming back to the Happy New Year Syndrome. Well, it turns out that I was born six days after the year 1990 had started. People usually don’t get over their New Year Hangover by then, and I become the victim — year after year.

And so it happens. My relatives call me up on 6^th of January, wish me Happy New Year, and conviniently forget to wish me Happy Birthday!! 

Earlier, it used to be like — OK, they had forgotten my birthday, and I would get lots of belated happy birthdays and sorries. Not anymore. Because this has become another trick to pull my leg. They remember that its my birthday. Call me up on that day. I pick up the phone with a certain expectation, and carefully rehearse the thank you’s in my head. But the wish never comes, leaving me certainly frustrated! And then I get another call in the night, when they finally wish me. Too much for pulling one’s leg, isn’t it? Good that my friends haven’t got this habit!

Lastly, though on a side note — I want to fuck DU.

Surprised? You ought to! Well, the thing is that these DU people have spoilt my birthday. They invariably start the exams just days after my birthday. I mean, I just get one day in the entire year when I get all those 86400 seconds dedicated to me. And when I have to dedicate a large portion of those studying, it ought to feel bad! 

Fuck you, DU!