This time comes every year around March, for me.
So much free time, the soul sucking internet digs its talons into me. For endless hours I am a drone with dry, burning eyes in front of the computer. Pages are constantly refreshed, curiosities are ffffound (look! I'm linking to stuff! I'm totally a blogger person now), youtube and its um, less wholesome variants entice my adolescent mind with digital apsaras and downloadable distractions. But no more I say!
Too many Vishwamitras have fallen prey to Meneka:
So I'm gonna tell the 'ho to talk to the hand:
(that means that I'm not going to let the internet steal my soul, and try to study. Now if someone could just rein the wild horses of imagination...)
So I'm gonna go put on some Prem Joshua and begin my tapasya.
3 comments:
haha. oh and i observe that you are youtube linking and all that. waah!
you should've picked up some of those CDs from the part of Diamond that sells poofy music to firangs.
Aum!
Haha, yeah, they sell Prem Joshua and Deva Premal there too. Haha. I am toh desi baba.
I've got an iPod also now. Hahaha, iPod, blog, I am like so 2003.
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