My friends in the hostel are trying to teach me table tennis, and believe me it wont be soon before they shave their heads, change there names and move to burma. Well yes u guessed it write-I suck at it!!! But the entire blame cannot be put on me, I mean its nt my fault that while playing I gt reminded of its alternative name-Ping Pong and cant stop giggeling cause it remineds me of that tiger wt a spring tail- Winnie the poohs friend. And how he ping ponged frm one place to another.

Apart from the horror of teaching me TT, my hostel is an excellent place to live in a group…we have so much bonded which each other that we have even appointed an official hostel rapper! He has full access to any one’s room and the shower even when sum1 is in it. And I m proud to say he is so good he is on his 3^rd term!!!

I don’t gt it, why do I have to pay a hefty sum to unknown people eho call themselves “ Skin specialists” to tell me how bad and ugly my skin is. Why cant I just call Simon?

The jaipur blasts were a real tragedy and it was sweet of my friend to call and ask me if everything was fine at my house in jaipur, the only thing that stinged was wen he remarked, “ Good, so no one was picked up fr questioning frm ur house.”