Fleeting

Why am I sitting here?

German nuclear waste fuelling an iranian bomb, or is it Libyan or Ethiopian? No clue.

Any real reason to stay here? No, not really. I have nothing to say. Nothing to do, 

but wait for an electrodynamics test tomorrow. No real reason to sit here, so I might as 

well start typing. I am actually observing this damn thing, I think.

What the hell is going on. Hyperbole. More Hyperbole. And more hyperbole. My mind is going 

to rot with a little more of this crap. Five thousand rupees is not nearly enough to warrant 

24 hours of this. 

The crisis was designed to destroy the alliances that had popped up in the last round of the 

event. And it has. Pakistan has decided to switch sides after all. The event has turned into a very interesting bitch fight. I have a smile at the corner of my mouth.  

Maybe I should have sit in the HRC after all. Nice people who don't argue over anything to 

pass legislation in support of nice things like human rights. Even the most brutally 

inhumane of regimes have turned into puffy fluffballs in the hands of India's great student 

body. Boring, though.

And what about me? The poor messenger chap seems to be interested in me. He's stuffed pieces 

of paper into the gap between my head and my ear. Can't say that I understand that. Everyone 

 from my college is weird as hell. He's weird too.

Am I supposed to care about the casual flirtations that are taking place within the room 

under guise of what is supposed to be a Model United Nations summit. It's shameful. It's a 

mating ritual. I don't even know why the notes are being shared with me. I am beginning to 

feel like a voyeur. I don't like feeling like a voyeur. 

I knew I should have just left... 

but I guess we all let optimism come to us as a friend, even though it's been an old enemy.

I like the Chair. He's trying to make this a Sci Fi novel. 

Fun. 

Passionate Speech. 

"All I here is idealistic speaking without practical action. Just like the real UN. Every legislation is rendered ineffectual by its own clauses. That is NOT what we are supposed to be."

Actually it is. But fuck that for a while.

I'm hearing the same shit over 

and 

over

and 

over 

and 

over

and

over

and

over

and

over

and

over

and

over

and

over

again.

Phew.

Anyway MUN. Bye.

Cain Shephard - Infiltrator, Paragon, Sole Survivor

Birthday

Interesting phenomenon, this birthday. I will count the number of wishes I have received. It's a freaking barrage...

...70+ people have wished me, I haven't responded to the last 15 or 20. Since when have I been this popular? Since when have people been so bored?

My birthdays have always been a sordid affair, another day that I strangle my desires for the greater good, act more or less selfless, and whine. Today wasn't so different in how it played out, though.

The day was started with casual beatings and what can only be classified as 'chutiyaap' past midnight, moved into brief skirmishes with sleep, then fast forwarded to a scene with me running blind through the night and failing to keep my vomit from spilling onto the earth. I have managed to contract a bad case of diarrhoea.

Hours of time meant for sleep, used instead to decontaminate my internal systems with loud groans, and less pleasant sounds. As the sun rose, I reached my books. Test. Study. Electrodynamics. Fucked it up nicely as well.

And the day ended with a pigeon defecating on my new jacket. I'm not wearing it again- for a while now.

All in all, all the critical elements of a Classic Anjishnu Kumar Birthday were present.

1. Test/Exam Check.

2. Senseless Violence Check

3. Unnecessary Drama, Anger and Attention-Seeking Check

4. Me Trying Very Hard To Pretend That It Isn't My Birthday So I Don't Have To Deal With The Fact That My Birthdays Suck. Check

5. No Birthday Present Check, though it isn't so irritating now.

6. Below Average Luck Check.

Very classic, though with a fairly new bent leaning towards favouring unwanted effluvia as the choice means of depriving me of happiness.

Still, seventy something wishes is a lot. Crap.