Saturday, September 1, 2007

The Salsa Story

Its 2 o clock in the night, and I am up writing this stupid post for a group of vella people to enjoy it the next morning. But I can't help it. A bloody mosquito has been buzzing his ass off, making short work of my sleep. A sudden thought: if I was granted a magical wish, I'd wish for this mosquito to be larger, so that I could snap its beak or whatever and stick it into its ass. But then I thought, it wasn't really a bright idea. Firstly, I'd have to dispose its body after fulfilling my sadistic fetish(s). And it might not be that easy after all, snapping its beak or whatever and sticking it into its ass. And imagine having one magical wish and spending it on mosquito enlargement. How crazy would that be!


So I am sitting here, now hoping for a magical wish, in any case and muttering curses to that noisy bastard. In the meanwhile, I decide to write something about my last few days, which have been a bit more than interesting -


A month into my intership, and life takes an interesting turn!

I was coming back from the cafeteria after having some bad self-cooked lunch on a monday morning. So obviously I wasn't in the best of moods and started cribbing about my nearly non-existent social life, in what I was told "The Land of Actual Opportunities", to Vaibhav, a skinny PhD guy who is growing a beard in order to look like Tom Cruise, I dont have a clue how (though apart from that, he is a pretty cool guy). We are walking towards the EWI building and and I spotted a poster. It had some gibberish in Dutch, but what caught my eye were two words-Party and Gratis. Gratis means Free and it was one of the first words I learnt here. You can all guess why.

Well I dont know how it works for other people, but a sudden surge of hope always makes me do the "John Travolta Walk on Staying Alive". And thats what I did, much to the consternation of the nearby people.

Anyways, I made it to my lab without creating any furore. And there I checked out what it was really about. SoSalsa, a society for salsa enthusiasts, was organizing a week of salsa parties. It sounded perfect. But there was one small glitch - I just dint know how to do salsa.

To be continued...