Don at Inox- check
Casino Royale at Inox (precisely the day before the morning show ticket price was brought down to Rs. 50) - check
Barnarda Alba'r Bari - check
2 parties with moderate amount of alcohol intake - check check
Zinger combo at KFC - check
Cha and egg tarka at Russell Dhaba - check
Endless cups of coffee and chicken bhaja at Milon Da's - check
Two kilo weight gain - check [goddamit]
Early morning ticket booking at Jadavpur station - check
Numerous hours spent online trying to figure out which sikkim treks are death traps (read: which trek routes entail mati khurey potty) - check
Dust allergy extravaganza thanks to two dozen mistiris ramming the house from all several sides and sprinkling debris in the very spots i inhabit - check
Feeble attempt at keema'r chop which, for no fault of mine, ended up becoming alu'r chop - check
Syllabus for endsems commencing Monday - checkmate.
And there's shopping for biye bari, screening test for editing and publishing course, cast party and attending biye bari left before I can figure out exactly which 70% of the syllabus i'm not going to study.
The point of this post is to let you know that the Peep, oh the Peep - she lead glamourohsobusy life. You may discreetly blow your nose, but turn away before you snigger contemptuously. Oaf.
Those professors who are so kind as to defile (which, as we all know, is the khoo' way of saying sanctify, honour, glorify) my comment space will look away and pretend this never happened, should they chance upon my hapless answer script. Let the Peep's academic imbecility be a private joke, to be lightly indulged, eh? :-]
p.s.: Dan, keep out.