A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.

February 19, 2006

The Miracle Worker

My friend (coz he is actually, though not my closest one... he he) Ani has made possible impossible. Er, I mean, Impossible Possible. He has received an 81% in his first semester. What he has not done is stop studying for this sem, because it is pretty much not required to study for all the sems when you've picked up enough marks in the very first sem to pull you through the next three.

Instead he had attended a SATURDAY class of Queer Studies on Edward II in which we all teased him unmercifully and he constantly said, very modestly of course: Stop na!! When will all of you forget this thing?? Pleassee!! This is sooooooooooooooooo embarrassing!! (accompanied by bowed head and rosy bristly cheeks)
Basically, before I go any further, I should describe Ani's nature... He is this wonderfully sweet and incredibly nice guy, always nervous and somewhat adorably frantic person with long, almost hypnotic, bony fingers that I love watching. And oh, an apalling handwriting!!(though no worse than mine...)

He is very sweet when he talks nervously and frantically, like a little lost lamb. One of these days, I would really like to take Ani home and feed him some nice food... he sorta inspires my maternal instinct, I guess.

Supriyadi Said:
In front of me & Rajarshi... thats the really thin fair PGI guy, a new recruit), and I quote: he is perhaps one of the best students we have had in 10 years.
Moreover, to MM's thoughtless comment, "is he an outsider?" she looked at him with quiet contempt and said..."What do you mean by OUTSIDER Manojit???"
This was followed by a joint Aoaaj (Howowwoowwowowowooooooo) to Ani from me, Babel, Mou, Deep, And the lot, while Cassy watched with an indulgent smile on her face.

Moreover, when Tintinda saw the Marks, he said:Hyannn!!! Pelo ki kore????? (What??!!?? How DID he get it?)

Rimidi Smiled and said : Shanghatik bhalo koreche!! (Horrendously well done)

And our dear Anti-Lacanian just apologetically smiled and said with full proper care to me: amar Sapho Ekkebare hoyni. Ki je kori... (My Sapho is just not done. What to do...)

Another fine day, really.

Oh, for more comments on this highly marked guy, check out Rimi's blog.


Rimi said...

yeah yeah, heard those too! and thanks for the linking :)

panu said...

rimi- and I still believe its you!!

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