"How many proposes?"... a fellow hosteller asked me.
"No one…" I replied.
He gave me a bizarre look and left. Thanks buddy for that droll look, which eventually acted as an inspiration. I don’t guarantee you of finding something valuable here. Moreover this post is an act of self evaluation I undergone last week.
You might have kept a distant from the week of love if you had died a decade ago. But, there is no way to keep it at bay nowadays, thanks to our dailies (TOI, Hindustan, and Express to name few) that don’t miss a chance to monetize love through a one page advertisement.
Last week would have been great financially for vendors selling roses and wholesale teddies. I don’t think I should mention about Chocolates manufacturing companies. I never make it out why people are so desperate to eat an insecticide. This year was no exception to all those years of ignorance which was the root cause of still mine being single. I would rather love to blog, read newspapers and drink tea than circle around a girl hostel.
Last week was bit tempering; I had restless nights and vacuous days. I’m in my third year of engineering and yet my future bewilders me. Meanwhile, the Incubation cell which I launched few months back with the support of Hasmeet Singh is planning for an Idea Conference in coming weeks with the support of Thoughtberg. Let’s see when the whole thing gets materialize.
Last week was of much importance as far as the world politics is concerned. You guess it right; I’m talking about the Egyptian Revolution. I know, it has been weeks since the people of Egypt’s have taken demonstrations to the streets. Yet, last week Husni Mubarak speech was crucial and had significant effect. I wish something similar would have happen in India.
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