this is going to be one of the random posts where i write only because i want to knowing fully well that i have absolutely nothing to write about.

actually, there're many things i would've liked to write about but i never get to because it's usually the middle of the night when i get all my bright ideas but feel much too lazy to turn on the computer.

life is boring. rather it's not interesting. i do the same things everyday, i haven't done anything productive in a long time, i'm not studying, i haven't finished any of the books that i bought from the book fair (except the 2 asterixes and 1 abanindranath thakur), i'm not playing my sarod, i'm not even reading blogs or wasting my time spying on other people in facebook. i'm not even listening to music because i've been too lazy to connect my discman to the speakers. this will automatically indicate that i've been much too lazy to call up the Philips people to come and repair my music system.

my room is turning into a pigsty and even I can't bear to stay in it too long. (i'm wishing i hadn't screamed at my mother after all, ah well.)

on the brighter side of things, i read a brilliant short story by Daphne du Maurier today, and watched Enemy of the State (not today), which has made my best friend immensely proud of me. Also, i attended a brilliant recital by Ustad Shahid Parvez (also not today), which i have neither the knowledge to discuss nor the enthusiasm to gush about right now.

my sprained(?) thumb has not healed yet and i'm feeling a little foolish for neglecting it earlier. Will go to doctor this week.

this is it for now, because well, i'm also tired of this sickening teenage -wastrel- like post.

i think Desh sounds very different when played by Vilayat Khan, not the way i expected it to be, why i expected it to be a certain way, i do not know.

I wish Nikhil Banerjee were still alive. (Is it this even grammatically correct?)

Good night.