Oh Look What I Found!

Stumbled upon this on Facebook. Some guy tagged a friend of mine.

How cool is that? Right? Hats off to the guy who edited the original poster (you figured which, right?)!!

The Calvin-Hobbes Connection in Fight Club.

Yes you read it right.
Calvin and Hobbes, the popular comic strip by Bill Watterson you can never put down.
Fight Club, that awesome movie you saw by David Fincher starring Brad Pitt and Edward Norton.
Oh you read it right alright.

Now read again.

http://metaphilm.com/philm.php?id=29_0_2

That's the link to the theory which says the imaginary Tyler Durden is (a re-incarnated) Hobbes, while Jack is really a grown up Calvin. Copy-paste the above given link on your address bar and go to the page to read more.

Read it.
It's fascinating.

ps- Thank you Tarun Misra, for sharing this link with me. It was a delightful read indeed!

Suddenly.

Suddenly, I feel like watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
All of it. From seasons one to ten.
I miss that era. Big time.
But there is ONE problem. Yeah that big.
Exams. End semester's.
Sigh.

I Must.

I must wake up early.
I must go out to jog.
I must lose some weight.
I must come back and have some fresh fruit juice (or some of the 'sattoo' dad sent me).
I must take a bath while it's still early.
I must not go back to sleep again.
I must read the day's newspaper and update myself with all the great achievements my country and its leaders have been making.
I must read the news because only by reading it will I know how the poor people suffer, and therefore I will sympathize with their fate.
I must attend all classes (and Not give attendance and escape from the back door of the class).
I must pay attention to what the teacher is saying (and Not draw random creatures on the wooden table).
I must ask questions to the teacher regardless of whether I have a doubt or not.
I must nod my head in comprehension (and mean it).
I must be a "good student" (like the vast majority of the class).
I must not have 'feelings' for that guy in my class, because "feelings" distract.
I must not use slangs or "unparliamentary language", because only the 'uncivilized' do that.
I must not skip my lunch just because what the mess serves is much similar to the served-in-jails gruel.
I must sleep in the afternoon for at least two hours, because I am a 'Bangali'.
I must wake up in time to go to the library, so that I can increase my knowledge base.
I must not go out everyday, because only "bad girls" go out everyday.
I must not talk to many boys, because then I am a slut.
I must not stare into nature and daydream, because it is a waste of time.
I must study for my exams, because my CGPA will decide my "future".
I must talk only about teachers and studies with my friends, because otherwise I am stupid.
I must not think of an alternative non-academic career, because then I am loser.
I must go on studying till it is dinner time, because only then would I have not wasted any time.
I must finish my dinner early, and finish all those vegetables. They will help me live long.
I must go to sleep early, because only then will I be able to wake up early again the next day.

Oh Yeah.

Oh yeah we won.

Cricket Shicket Haye Rabba!

For the third time in World Cup history India has made it to the finals. The much awaited match against Pakistan at the semi-final stage was perhaps the most entertaining match I have seen in the entire World Cup. Especially because I saw it with perhaps half the Girls' Hostel population that too on the big screen - thanks to the classroom projector and the huge wall in the common room. Thus India is slated to play against Sri Lanka at the finals today, to be held at the Wankhede Stadium in Mumbai, from 2:30pm onwards. And this is how we got to this stage -

Though I don't expect the match to be as interesting or even half as entertaining as the one against Pakistan, I sure do hope more than anything else right now that India wins the Cup. Really, high time we grabbed one now; more so because it's within home grounds only.

Anyway, my voice is still hoarse from shouting so much on Wednesday (30th March) for the India-Pak match, so intend not to shout so much, or rather at all, today. But let's see. It all depends on how it all goes. Reeeeaallly hope we win.
*Fingers crossed*.

Ages Later.

I have been very lazy.
Very, very lazy.
I almost hate myself for it.
But I can't almost help myself.
Numberless thoughts have been running through my mind, and I still haven't had the time to sit and write the many posts I have thought of so many times. That was a lie. I have had ample time. I have just been lazy. In fact, I have been so lazy that I have not even started any of the six pending projects for this sem, the deadlines of which start tomorrow onwards, tomorrow being the deadline for two submissions. Also, I have realized how much I hate group projects. I just hate the pressure, the burden, and the undeniable amount of effort that comes with a group project. I would rather have an individual project where I can do my work in peace, not having someone breathing down my neck all the time. And oh the innumerable calls that I hate rejecting, and the messages I hate ignoring, or even receiving in the first place! I need my own space for my work. Otherwise I don't feel like working at all. Like the situation is now. Anyway, i'm going off the topic. Though I seriously doubt there is any topic at all. All that I do all day is eat, sleep attend classes, play table tennis (a new addiction I have picked up of late), watch movies and re-runs of The Vampire Diaries, spend endless amounts of time over Twitter-bish (I just invented that word; stands for 'Twitter rubbish'), read up friend's blogs (some of them write really well!), daydream, and yes - my newest obsession - Shakespeare. Not like I didn't like him earlier. Just that, I didn't miss him as much back in school, the obvious reason being that he was part of my core text. But now, I appreciate his work more than ever, especially his comedies. After 'A Midsummer Night's Dream', I am currently stuck on 'Twelfth Night'. It is a huge relief that all his work is available online. My next stop on the Shakespeare lane will most likely be 'Much Ado About Nothing', which, among the abridged collection I used to possess, used to be my favourite. It sure will be a treat to read the entire story in the bard's own words. I'm going off the topic again. And this post has turned out to be longer than I'd anticipated. I must stop now.
On more off the topic stuff, I wanted to delete my last post, it being of not much importance now. But I just couldn't bring myself to do it. After all, when I'd written it, I'd meant it with all my heart. That one-line post, though now almost 3-months old, is filled with more emotion than perhaps all the other lame posts on this page combined. There is a little bit of me in it. And however much I don't want that little me back again, I cannot lose it. Somewhere deep within me, perhaps it means something to me. And I cannot let that feeling go. And every time I'll see that post, I'll be reminded of that feeling I had once felt, till it completely and wholly fades away.