Shake yer tailfeathers

It was Monday night and I had a tough physical electronics assignment to submit Tuesday morning. It was a simulation based one and I needed to learn the software (which by the way has been deliberately made as user-unfriendly as possible) before I could proceed.

It was 9 pm and I was dancing my behind away to the beats of "dus bahane", drenched wet in the girls' hostel compound (lovingly called the quadrangle) in a pseudo-rain dance, with no software nearby.

As I try hard to keep my butt motion synchronized with that of my hands, I keep copying shamelessly from the first yearites, the girls, and the first year girls.

I freakin danced.

The good point being I saw all those people I could never imagine shaking their booty doing so in a fashion I could never imagine.

My head's motion sick. My ass more so.

I did submit the assignment eventually.

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I've been tagged.
That's how the deal goes. Someone tags me and I pass the tag after obediently abiding by its rules (answering a set of meaningless questions like the following). My sincere apologies to those who're gonna get tagged by me.

Tagged by Maniraj

Five things I will look for in my Fiancée (freakin stupid question)

1. Must wear saree
2. Must cook food
3. Must talk
4. Must have sense of humour
5. {another cliche here}

Five things I like to eat

1. Pizza
2. Anything else with cheese
3. All forms of chicken
4. Stuffed tawa Bhindi!
5. Rajma Chaawal

Five Goals of Life

1. sex
2. money
3. sleep
4. no idea
5. no idea

Five thing I say a lot

1. "no idea"
2. "right?"
3. "Yup"
4. "anyway"
5. "cool yaar"

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