The infinitely irritating botheration of posting a comment on a blog is to start a blog of ones own , so an innocent posting of mine ends up in my own lil place in this verisimilitude of an universe.Am i happy about this well if my mood ring is to be believed (a mood ring is this amazing contraption which changes colour according to ones mood ) i am excited. hmmm... Well Diwali hasnt ever exactly been my favourite festival ( too many happy faces disorient me , crackers irritate me , and i feel sick after binging on badam barfis , rangoli is the only saving grace) but add to it the bad news of a sick and hospitalised two year old nephew and u have the perfect recipe for a disastrous day...Talking about festival blues did u guys know that the most cases of suicide happen in the christmas weekend ... the alienated urban man is not a very happy man is he... am i an alienated urban man ??? Maybe i m not ,maybe i am nothing but a drama queen who eulogises personal tragedies...Now that i have managed to somehow survive this horrible day and can go back to the specialness of normal days ( days when u arent expected to be happy and chirpy ) i realise i am sitting on a pile of assignments and projects, which means only two things i will either invest two excruciating hours of my life on them and produce infinitely(my favourite word of the day ) shoddy work or i will just abandon them ... not a very difficult choice actually .