“Hell is a place far above their comprehension: they derive their notion of it from two of the greatest fools that ever lived, an Italian and an Englishman. “

I’ve been reading Shaw’s Don Juan in Hell all over again.

My favourite part is this one…

Hell is a place far above their comprehension: they derive their notion of it from two of the greatest fools that ever lived, an Italian and an Englishman. The Italian described it as a place of mud, frost, filth, fire, and venomous serpents: all torture. This ass, when he was not lying about me, was maundering about some woman whom he saw once in the street. The Englishman described me as being expelled from Heaven by cannons and gunpowder; and to this day every Briton believes that the whole of his silly story is in the Bible. What else he says I do not know; for it is all in a long poem which neither I nor anyone else ever succeeded in wading through.

Heh heh

I went for a walk in the morning as I planned. It was an interesting walk. I walked for about forty minutes. It was a lot of fun.

I also washed my room today evening, and washed the dishes. I think boredom is getting to me.

In other news, Facebook informs me that a friend has sent me a Golden Retriever Puppy and I can “Pet him here”. I assume they mean the Golden Retriever puppy and not the Friend.

Additions to my room.

My room has undergone some changes. There is now a Shakespeare International Conference poster stuck to a wall.

The conference’s official name was Staged Encounters : History, Society, Identity and Shakespeare. I have a poster of it because I volunteered to help with the Conference and then whacked a poster. It looks quite nice. The Conference was also a lot of fun. Sukantada‘s paper was brilliant. Supriyadi‘s paper was also brilliant. There were other very nice papers. Swapanda‘s paper was also brilliant I’m told. I missed it however. 😦

The University Guest House makes awful Chinese (or is it chinis) food. They should be shot for preparing such atrocious Chinese food.

Milonda‘s Seminar Brew a.k.a. Chaffee was better than usual. Chaffee is this strange concoction that Milonda provides. It does not matter whether you asked him to provide tea or coffee. He will provide chaffee. It is a strange mix of Milonda‘s cha ( Itself a hideous, foul excrement) , very bad Coffee and bits of whatever Milonda was serving before he started making your supply of Seminar Brew. We got cha, coffee and chicken kebab.

The University Guest House provides Coffee or Tea. Their coffee(or tea) is however sometimes contaminated with soup. We once got Tomato soup flavoured coffee and Onion flavoured tea. Their Coffee( and Tea) is worse than Milonda‘s.

The only place that serves good tea on Campus is the Hostel Canteen( a.k.a. Sujitda‘s). The canteen is damn cheap, and fairly good. It’s not great but it’s not bad.

You cannot get good coffee on campus.

Moving on…

An electricity meter now graces my wall. Yes, you read right, An electricity meter. You know, those things that are kept by the electricity company inside your house so that they know how much to charge you.

I did not have to break open the meter box or commit some illegal act to obtain this meter. DPL replaced all the analog meters in everybody’s house with brand new digital meters. I presume their logic is that Digital meters are more difficult to tamper with. Anyway, the old meter was left lying around, so I whacked it and hung it from a nail. It looks damn cool, I must say.

My room is looking strangely nice. 🙂

Door Talk.

My room’s door had the following things stuck on it.

  • A poster of the Backstreet Boys.(It was free)
  • Some motorbike cut-outs from some magazine
  • Some car cut-outs from some magazine
  • A copy of a cartoon I saw in India Today’s 20th anniversary issue
  • An Ubuntu sticker

Now changes have been made.

  • Backstreet Boys out, Charlie Chaplin in
  • I’ve also stuck some of my old school ID cards on the door

I have no idea why I stuck those ID cards. But they look a bit cool, I must say.

Oh well, I’ve also gone and stuck a poster of Satch on my room’s wall.

Next to come up on the wall will be Iron Maiden.

A Pink Chrysanthemum

My room has been cleaned by me. This is a very rare event. It only occurs due to a combination of various factors like Sudden bout of Insanity, Sudden increase in External Influences, the Movements of some random quark in the center of the multiverse…. You get the idea.

The domain has been scoured. Fire and brimstone have done their work. Junk has been abandoned, Junk has been moved to higher levels, new booby traps have been set up.

Stuff has been re-arranged.

This process usually involves Sweat and Blood. This time also Blood was offered to the great deity of cleanliness. I hurt two fingers on my right hand while cleaning out some shelves. The spartan bravely continued with his task and silently bore the pain. And is now blogging with injured fingers.

Will post picture…maybe.

PS:: Pics of mouse will be up shortly.

PPS:: Wondering what the post has to do with Pink Chrysanthemums? Absolutely Nothing.