I'm back...and HOW

(I've ALWAYS wanted to say that, hee!)

I just want to celebrate my comeback with a major league satirical requiem for the darned exams, but I realised how pathetically bad I am at hymns and generally any poetic form.
Yennyhoo, the war is over dawg!
In a typically overwhelming sense of relief, I went and indulged in the typically satisfying post-exam bonhomie. Dine, drink and watch a second show!

'SARKAR' is an amazing flick...made me an out-and-out fanatic of Bachchan (Sr. and Jr.). man, they were frothing of class, panache, flair and also whatnot!
Getting drenched in the rain enroute home was the most climactic finish to all of it....well since 'Sarkar' anyway!

There's nothing like getting hit by the fact that you are badly music-starved and then getting down to do something about it. Five straight hours of muzak has left me with such a badass streak man!
Its one of those increasingly common phases when you feel like beating the holy crap out of someone, like really take it out. And whilst you are at it, you also feel like getting smacked around a bit yourself and taste that blood.
A dark room illuminated by just a zero-candle red bulb with some Dark Tranquility and Cradle Of Filth in the background will only help the cause.
I even watched an old WWF matchup, the three-way title match with Stone Cold, The Rock and Triple H!
Hail old school WWF...I'm not a least bit ashamed of having been a fan!

A frenetic book-shopping hour later, I have my hands well and truly full.
John Densmore's 'Riders On The Storm' and some steamin' Nescafe for now.
It can only get better from now babay!

P.S: The template was flown in exclusively to facilitate this post. I'm thinkin' the brickbats will drive this out anyway.