(No Title Needed For This Nonsense)

So we're back to that time when me n blathy are the only ones who seem to posting on this blog (even if in a posting ratio of roughly 1:20). Where are rest of the weirdos?? Ummm...lemme guess. Bertie is boozing away the last few days in that mad house. Madmita is most prolly out exploring the scandinavian countryside (do they even hav it there?)...and Marvin, well...mugging away to glory!
Now don't get me wrong..this ain't another one of those "come on guys start posting!" calls. Nuh uh. The one area of thought time and experience have 'wise'ned me in, is that you don't ask people to blog on MH. It simply does not work. Though I do fondly reminisce those days of mad blogging...when the the only way to cheer up on a bluesy monday morning in office was to read up on the last late-night-sunday-post...Anyhow...life takes its turns and we move on to more 'important' things...
Now do not think that this post is drawing to a close. No sir. Am right now sitting in this Marketing Research class, least interested in the numerous data analyses being spoon-fed by the proff...and hence plan to spend one whole hour on writing up this nonsensical piece.
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Ok... the weird part is, that it actually took a lot of effort for me to think of writing about something un-related to a bschool, or philosophy for that matter. But then I remembered that I still haven't posted about my much-awaited trip to Goa last-to-last weekend. I still remember having dreamt of going to goa ever since i could pronounce it (trust me, it wasn't so long back). And finally I did. 4 of us, barely managing a berth in the calicut-goa train landed up on a 3 day escapade to India's very own Tijuana (more on that and Spring Break and why we too after 10th and 12th should have one too, some other day).
What followed were 3 days of 8-9 meals a day, gorging on yummy seafood and more. But unlike the expectation of being stoned/doped/drunk and partying the nights away, my days (and nights) in goa were spent lazing away at the beach or hotel or a nearby cafe'....which makes me wonder whether I've already become that old?? That, at the age of 23 I din't smoke one joint nor jived in a single party, in GOA!!???
Arrrghhh...am not gonna be all philosophical again. And hence gonna blame all this on my elderly and mellow company :-)...fyi, am not through with goa. Not yet...and next time, its gonna be wild.