Yaar. I had no intention of updating, because I wasn't really feeling it, but I've also been annoyed about how no one one my blog-roll has updated in a while and I have nothing new to read. So can't really whine without updating myself I guess?
The motherfather heat! The monsoons apparently are supposed to start on the 29th and will be late by three days and will therefore start on the 2nd. I have no idea how the met department calculated this super precise figure, but my grandma also seems to be in the know because she also told me with complete confidence that we can expect rain around the 28th. Am I meteorologically challenged?
Will somebody please take pity on me and find my cat? And figure out my motherfather future and get me a post graduate degree and finish my management accounting exams for me? And bring my stupid manfriend to a hill station near me? Where I can personally supervise the tattooing of my name on his forehead?
Today I met a dude who told me with a very fervent look in his eyes 'I always knew I was meant for direct tax*. I can't be anybody else.' And then he told me that the 3 idiots' concept of everyone always knowing what they want to do with their entire bloody life is spot on and it's only a question of self awareness and being true to yourself. Faaack. If a really annoying bollywood movie has passed on critically important wisdom to me and I've missed it, I'll be pissed. Because internet, the only thing I come up with when I 'look inside my heart' is that I want to be prime minister :( Should I also be distributing raincoats to farmers and putting up posters with a shot of me giving a thumbs up under a photo of Rahul Gandhi and a caption saying 'desh ke ek laute bete ko happy birthday?'
So much to do internet. We've reached a state of critical mass where everything is just plans and propositions and we can plan no more. Why the fuck won't it just rain!
*Direct tax is a team, part of the Global Taxation Advisory Services service line, one of our five spiffy service lines