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We were whiling our time away in Smiley's room last evening when this brilliant idea of translating band names into Hindi came.

Here are the Hindi translations, try guessing:

Mrutyu Par Bhugtaan
Yantra ke viruddh krodh
Youn Bandookein
Sapnaa Taakeej (this is pure genius!)
Bhagwaan ka Tamaachaa
Judaa ka Pujaari (sounds like some Ramsey Brothers movie?)
Badhai
Laal Garam Mirch Kaali-Mirch
Awaaz ke Ghulaam
Lohe ki Kanya
Keede
Bandookein aur Gulaab


and now the actual names:

Payable On Death (P.O.D.) -- Mrutyu Par Bhugtaan
Rage Against The Machine -- Yantra ke viruddh krodh
Sex Pistols -- Youn Bandookein
Dream Theatre -- Sapnaa Taakeej
Godsmack -- Bhagwaan ka Tamaachaa
Judas Priest -- Judaa ka Pujaari
The Carpenters -- Badhai
RHCP -- Laal Garam Mirch Kaali-Mirch
Audioslave -- Awaaz ke Ghulaam
Iron Maiden -- Lohe ki Kanya
Beatles -- Keede (Don't know what those insects are called in Hindi)
Eagles -- Baaz
Guns n Roses -- Bandookein aur Gulaab

Yawn...

There's a layer of dust on top of the monitor. The keyboard's dirty again. I just cleaned it last week. Or was it last month? The two glasses I used a fortnight ago, for the raita that came with the biryani are still liying on top of the dabba. There's a full fledged spider web on the window, around the Rin-bar. The calendar still shows October. The body of the moth that died last week is still lying under the table. I should return Jimmy's bottle of Colin and his teaching board. They've been here for quite a long time now.

The previous occupant of my room has left a poster on the wall. People would classify it as cute. I don't quite like it. Black and white, a little kid, not more than 5-6 years old, on his knee, offering a red rose to a little girl. Why don't these people let kids just be kids? But the poster doesn't hurt. I don't even notice it. There's no reason to remove it.

I can feel the air so full of lethargy. It's almost like it'll solidify and fall on my head. Even the clock hands seems to be moving slowly.

Reminds me of a Garfield quote, "Anybody can exercise. But this kind of lethargy, takes discipline." Also reminds me of Agastya Sen from 'English, August'. That was a good book. Very weird, though.

The only thing adding a little cheer to all this is the cover of 'Ruskin Bond's Book of Nature'. It has a butterfly on a grass green coloured background. I love his writings. I think I've said this at least a dozen times in the previous posts. Let me say it again.

The spider on the ceiling is not dead after all. The cleaning fellow removed all the webs a few days back and destroyed this little spider's family. There were five of them. Now he is alone. I didn't mind their presence in my room. It was peaceful co-existence barring the incident when one of them fell on my face one night when I had just fallen asleep. People prefer the lizards in their room. Say they eat the insects and keep it clean. I'd rather have the insects.

Why did I type all this into this post? Don't know.

Alright, good night.