Phew!

No really...I was on a cosmic purging process of sorts...really!

Its the kind of personality disturbance that occurs after you very foolishly decide you're missing the comfort in being sad. Yes, sometimes life does that annoying bit of slightly altering the refrain of a happy Jim Morrison song and come up with a fuckably sad tune which goes "Mr Mojo fallin...fallin fallin.."

Before you realise, you find yourself falling into the phase where you actually like to think you lead a depressing life. The causes for this kind of melancholy can range from plain silly to neurologically dysfunctional.
Like in my case, having your bike run over a squirrel started it. It just snowballed from there. I then happened to speak with a wannabe surgeon of a friend who took a dekko at this thingummy growing on my hand just below the forearm. He then happened to promptly diagnose it as 'either a ganglion or a lypoma which if ignored can grow into a lyposarcoma which can be cancerous'. Now medical jargon thrown at you this way from an academically excellent student can pose quite a problem....it just can't be taken in good light...or any light for that matter.
This when coupled with a disastrous vox audition for the college rock band and the painfully disappointing ordeal of having to field for 30 overs in an inter-college match and end up only fielding and also on the losing team can be every bit of a fuckin mindsnare.

If the squirrel fiasco was murder, this was muderer! I only had to stumble upon 'murderest' now.
It is in times like these that the Burzum, Iced Earth and Amorphis concotion arrests all sensations of pain.
So here's my new tense for 'murder'....Murder Murderer Murder-arrest. whoohoo!

So yeah...I just took off for a bit. A ride on the awesomely lonely Sankey road, with Angie (my bike) humming on low-idle and me humming on Angie (the song) can be oh-so-relaxing!
So can kicking back with a beer watching videos about Manic Depressive Disorder and Post-traumatic Stress disorder....only,you need to not identify with the people in the video! Also some Bill Waterson humour, more Friends and insane amounts of caffeine are highly remedial.
Ofcourse, there is nothing that trying to tear up Schildt's Complete Reference of C++ can't heal! Its pretty much the culmination of my cerebral angst.

So, all's back to being good now.
Proof? I didn't feel one bit sad about the hazaar people around me who got placed in Perot Systems and Caritor today. But as the placement schedule really begins to kick in, I suspect Mr.Mojo will take a nosedive again!
Oh and I had a nice satisfying knock of 25-odd runs unbeaten today and helped the team win...best part was that it was laced with four delectable drives to the cover-extra cover boundary...jyeah!

Here's to all that's good...sarve jano sukhino bhavanthu.

P.S: I got rid of the extra-tissue type thing on the hand by the way....so, now that I'm wholly devoid of anything thats cancerous, let me have that hug I've been craving for.