  And, before I sign off for today and say good night to the template and this hot room with no ventilation I would like to add a special note for Apoorva Mathur. Who is an overworked, helpless soul living on the hope that weekends would someday be holidays. It is not Apoorva's fault how can you blame a person who was called Hanuman the minute after he was born. Apoorva. He is the kind of guy you wake up in the middle of the night and say "water" and he mindlessly (if there is such a word) walks to the kitchen and gets you a glass and falls right back to sleep and remembers nothing in the morning. It is a pity there is no difference between his days and nights. A classic case of brains in your calves. Apoorva. Powerpoint presentations and Excel shortcuts. Apoorva is the kind of guy you would like to introduce to your parents.
Sweet and nice. And, let him stay with your parents while you go out and party.
Apoorva.
The less said the better. I will save some more for later. Arhar dal and steamed rice. Mishu treadmill a new escape route to China. Badde log badde log. You never starch my collars.
Apoorva.
Appu. Oopie. Oopsie. Oopinder dhak dhak dhakinder. Hot Maggi and Horlicks Milk. Bright sunshine on Andrew's Court. Would you come to Creek Park with me?
Say something nice to me na. Apoorva I think I have lost the ring. Tora Tora rides. Running away from ghosts in the middle of Coorg. I feel scared to tell you I will be travelling again. I do not want this life for us. I want to be home with you. Sigh! I am still sitting near the LCR, Wuthering Heights in hand, staring at your window....with your undies hanging there drying in full view....I will always love you my soulmate. 
