Whee, I have live action for the heading of this post. Err….I think Me2 is sometimes embarassed my Me1, but Me1 has fun, so what the heck, either way both ME’s have a new laptop which I think is electric blue, I’m not really sure because my mother. in true Marwari fashion refuses to let me take off the bloody plastic stickon cover, but I lifted up one of the sides a little, and I think it’s the shade of blue I’ll wear to my wedding. I’m wearing blue to my wedding because it’s a neutral shade,  just in case I have a church ceremony, because mum won’t let me gert married in white. I don’t mind, blue is an extremely nice colour, just ask Lappie. But the main highlights of the laptop are-

a)All the keys work, I mean every single frigging one. This means normal conversations without using the Ctrl+V command. But not completely typo free conversations yet, the keys are so sleek and shiny that my fingers slip off them.

b)The lizard doesn’t like using it as a shitpot any more, so instead it goes for my pencil box.

c)It’s very pretty and is like a brilliant foggy winter morning.

d)It’s faster than ____________( to be filled later with a nice similee)

e)Bhaiya’s back, I know this isn’t exactly a feature of the laptop, but it means he uses it so bleh, also you will notice that the post titled “On ze brother” has been removed, affection it too much for me to muster with him physically present. This is a rather tedious topic which shall not be touched right now for fear of too much rage coming through.

The main thing is, I have a laptop now, and that means more blogging, which is good, but I don’t feel completely upto it, specially with Bhaiya lurking about. Plus he uses up the net limit at an indemon pace while criticising me for whatever I use it for. So, this ends here, put for some reason, comments would be much appreciated, they need not be sane or related to post in any way whatsoever.

Oh also, let me explain, I have part time collaborator on blog now, Neeti, so if there’s stuff that doesn’t sound like me, look at the author, and it’s probably her, or maybe I’m just writing while high.