The Madras Mail

I’m bruised and cut in 14 places, have something like 10 stitches in my head, and most possibly have lost a lot of blood in this process, but somehow, at 3 in the morning, with a bandage around my head, 3 injections of random shit in my body, and a LOT of drugs prescribed by the really good doctor at the Tata Hospital, I’m somwhow sitting at my laptop churning this out.

I’ve been missing from the blogging scene for a while, I guess it’s been more than a month, a lot of stuff has happened, me turning 21, SJ doing random shit, visiting the ‘Pondy Mother’ again, carving our names into the wood, coming back to good ol’ XL and getting hammered, and remaining hammered for most of the time, and today, this was a first, I somehow love my life because of all this, because of all the shit that I do and has happened to me, this is probably why am such a flippant asshole, but then, what is happiness in life without all these.

I’m considering different career paths now, an author (of erotic novels for children, … nah … jus’ kidding, for adults of course), a tee shirt seller in Brazil, a bartender in Goa, and a professor. Life is interesting!