Your Honour, mein nirdosh hoon!

Was doing a story on the mad rush for money at the B-schools and was somewhat lost in the highest, mean, median, laterals, PPOs, foreign and domestic. The last time I saw so many numbers together was writing my dissertation for that master’s degree. Got the degree but didn’t master anything. Atleast not yet. After a mind numbing day eight hours at a stretch before an obsolete PC which takes an entire Himmesh Reshammiya song just to launch MS Word (you can imagine how excruciating the experience is), I come home to spend another five (if not more) hours before a-still-not-yet obsolete PC. And what do I find? A tag!

It’s been ages since the last one came my way and I was already feeling excommunicated by the blogging community. Thanks to the makeover girlAFJ – I have something to post about tonight. But she, like a shrewd public prosecutor wants me to confess my guilt. I’m in the dock and all evidence go against me. Do I have a choice?

Bappi LahiriCulinary Guilt: I’m a reasonably good cook. Atleast my friends tell me so, purportedly because if I wasn’t they would have to do all the cooking. The secret behind those tingling taste buds is monosodium glutamate. It may not be healthy, but I use it a lot.

Literary Guilt: The books on my bookshelf are not an indicator of my reading habits. The stuff that I usually read is under the mattress.

Audiovisual Guilt: I claim to be a movie maniac and have built a sizeable collection of movies without having watched many of them.

Musical Guilt: In middle school my favourite music director was Bappi Lahiri

BarsaatCelebrity Guilt: In school I was the House Captain and maintaining the house bulletin board was one of my responsibilities. Then the Shahrukh bug bit me. Next day the principal summons me to her office and orders all the Shahrukh pics and articles off the board. “‘Negative influence’ on the juniors,” that’s what she termed me. The next year I was caught on camera wearing Bobby Deol ‘Barsaat’ glasses.

I now summon five others sinful souls to confess their guilt:

Adi
Aklanta
Atul
Rita
Rohit

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About Soumyadip

Soumyadip Choudhury aka Somu aka Chaiwallah is an internet addict. His wife and family suspect that he is secretly married to his laptop. The electric shock that he got while trying to fix a neighbour's TV set as a kid, perhaps ignited his interest in everything tech. A do-it-yourself guy, he doesn't believe in hiring electricians, plumbers or carpenters. But often ends paying the professionals more to fix his botched jobs. Somu secretly wishes he knew how to code and also grumbles a lot.
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6 Responses to Your Honour, mein nirdosh hoon!

  1. dwaipayan says:

    thank god!!! U have not tagged me!!!!

  2. Rita says:

    Gosh! Tagged again??? :OI want to get over with this ASAP!! And yes, I like the statement “Got the degree but didn’t master anything.” LOL!! Say that again!

  3. Accidental Fame Junkie says:

    I knew it was sometime since a tag came along! The dry spell was haunting all of us nah?Thank you for christening me “makeover girl!” :)But me as a public prosecutor? That’s one role I can never imagine myself in! A good cook who reads risquĂ© stuff tucked away under the mattress, a pseudo film fan, an ex-fan of Bappida and Bobby Deol, but a current fan of SRK. Phew! There! This could be your new profile description! :P

  4. asabnis says:

    it’s in the air, that feeling of “excommunicated by the blogging community”. The blog-flu.

  5. Anonymous says:

    the truth’s out.

  6. Adee says:

    u cud have killed me any other way…

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