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I’m obliged to many of you, who kept visiting, revisiting and perhaps re-revisiting Elektric Heart© ( while I was gone...or rather as I want to call it, taken a sabbatical leave from blogosphere :)). I don’t wanna say I was busy, or I had nothing to seethe and blather about, or that I didn’t have a net connection, or that I was bored to tears...:D No. Because then I’d be lying...maybe not to you, but to myself. Yeah. See? How shinshere I am?

So let me tell you why I wasn’t blogging.

First, my parents. Thanks to the abundant charming little tales coming out in the dailies repeatedly about ‘weblogs’. Woman getting fired off her job because she wrote something against her boss. Girl ranting about her exquisiteness. Terrorists exchanging their foul stinking ideas through blogging. Man...uh...the list is endless. So, my parents decided there’s no more blogging for me. I don't really blame them... But right now, mercifully, the editorials, journalists and the media have moved on to better greener meadows and for the moment left us bloggers alone...and so I’m back...YAY! Everyone have a virtual cybereat (cyber treat) from me! Here You Go!

Then...the immeasurable enrapturing hypnotizing world of orkut :D. Now, I’ve again been doing rounds of blogosphere and I’ve seen how corny and clichéd this topic has become...everyone writing about his/her experience in orkut...about how dead some scraps are (wanna be f.r.e.n.z.?) and coming up with newer and more newer versions of orkut account hacking schemes, tips and guidelines :D. (Cheerios!) Again, many people mull over it as an ultimate time slayer :) and well, I’m one of them. But the untoward thing is that although I concede the fact orkut has, unfortunately, um...rather...ironitically (is that a word?) been one of my prime infatuations in the last few weeks. Damn it.

I’d been so entranced with this entire bloody orkut that seemingly it has affected my academics...my percentage, to be precise (yes, I’ve been reading Sherlock Holmes) but thankfully not my rank as the others have done equally rotten :DD YAYY! I was in luck...and ohh, so there’s another cybereat for you!

Anyway, this is my orkut. You can add me as a friend or just shut out...whatever...

I’m preventing myself from any further exposition on my exams...a typical person typically shuns talking about cataclysms.

More, I recently discovered Meebo.com. AHH! What a wonderful site! I know, I know, many of you are now ridiculing me that how much late I came to know of this site, but I couldn’t care less...I’ll discover the Web for myself and by myself. (And why leave of myself?)

Nearer home, Raunaq, who is now 1 and a half year old still can’t talk...doesn’t even say ‘didi’ or ‘baba’ just ‘ma’. Bassss. Aur kuch nahin...amma is very tensed about it and I think there’s a plan of taking him to a speech psychoanalyst next week. :((

My friends tell me that baby boys learn to speak a bit belated than do baby girls (who in turn are a tad late for walking, running :)) Boy!). And I’ve been telling this to amma for ages but she won’t listen.

Shreetama kakima has been reassuring her that her son, Sparrsh, learned to speak when he was 2 and a half...but she continues to be vexed for life!!

Guess what? I’m living on Maggi and 7-Up from yesterday :DD. The thing is that of late I’ve taught myself to cook Maggi and now whenever I get a chance I go make some Maggi. As it is, I’m very fond of it, but now that I’ve the autonomy to make a Maggi myself, I’m addicted ^^. (Bad, bad girl!). And for 7-Up, my dad got a big bottle of it yesterday and I won’t be satisfied till I finish it off (with a little help from Raunaq, who’s equally fixated :D). Mere saath rahna ka phal. :D. As for me, I really can make no discrepancy between Sprite and 7-Up and Mountain Dew (umm...this one I can I think, it’s a little yellowish).

Er...alright. That’s it from my desk :P. Tata. Ciao. Adieus. C u l. Umm...OK, my vocab is catastrophic and will take you to tears. :DD.

And if you are in the illusion that I'm working hard on it...you're alas mistaken.

I don’t intend to change...:P. Say whatever you can. I said whatever I can...or is it could?

Damn it.
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