Revenues
- operating expenses
- depreciation and amortization
= operating income - Interest expenses
= Taxable income - Taxes
= Net Income .

yes.
really!

I am to wear formals and work.
I may be good that way.

Eat at all the places that can give you diarrhoea.(this thing spells it as diarrhea.whats diarrhea?oh my freaking goodness!!! they changed the spelling!! After all these years!! there goes another thing i can't be proud of anymore, though i always wondered why they didn't do it earlier.no wait.there IS a diarrhoea too.)

ok

Are the panels supposed to be this way? Myself and professor Nath were completely out of place.I didn't know we had to shout at the students, I thought it was to be a peaceful affair, i thought everyone went out happy.How can one shout like that? are they all constipated on the same day? our mothers did bnot bring us up this way...

prof sarkar.


He was so happy he farted.

you cant love or be loved!?
you say as if it is terrible, believe me it isn't.
you have been in love before!,it didn't last, it never does.
love, desire, ambition, faith- without them, life's so simple, believe me.

(from 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers')

Love to the brink of sorrow.Ambition lost in an all enveloping sense of rejection.
Faith being limited to the idea of me.I whisper to myself.

Will life be much more peaceful?
will it be a talisman of eternal bliss? ephemeral?
A rhapsody .of serendipity, of redolent chocolate,of travels ,a pastiche that a woman is.

Can there be halcyon love, foggy ambition, an a life ruled by guilt?

will there be no more wanting of ps3? of food? sex?

Of birthdays bathrooms and other B..

One cannot but be excited by ones day of birth.The days beyond hold immense promise.regardless of the situation.I am ,as many others are, excited by this
truly magical moment.Though , however, i cannot help wondering as to why.it is just another day ,right? labour day is a holiday.yes? aids day? what about it?
women's day?? and I wont even go into valentine's day and the lot.
I am to be hailed as the protector of the universe, starting with manhattan of course, on this day.lauded and fauned upon as a darling of the masses.
I was, afterall, born;
and I don't even remember it. Most of my conscious memory was spent eating and pooping.and to quote a famous philosopher ..'I poop therefore I am'.

Truly.The bathroom(toilet, lavatory, loo, john, bog) is the only place I can fathom where one is assured of privacy.A place where you are left to your self. Introspection of the deepest sorts , I say, takes place here.Men** change on trips to bathrooms.A trip to the bathroom, normally a quiet moment in anyone’s life, becomes an absurd entry wedge into metaphysical disharmony sometimes, as pulp-fiction very successfully demonstrates.John(oh that's why!) travolta is in a situation every time he makes a trip to the loo.


I forget what I started out to write.



**I am not sure about women.

One track minds 2

I swear i have absolutely no idea what women are thinking ok.I admit, i don't understand them, I don't get the signals.I am not getting it.Women, they are so subtle! everything they do is so subtle! men are not subtle.we are obvious. women know what men want, men know what men want.what do we want? we want women!
It is the only thing we know for sure! it really is.we want women.how do we get them? oh we don't know about that.nope we don't.This is why you see men honking car horns , talking loudly, riding footboards..these are the best ideas we've had so far!
The amazing thing is that we still get women.I mean you see men with women .how are these men getting women! many people wonder..
Now let me tell you a little bit about our organisation.we have our guys working where women are.every minute of the day, someone from our staff is there.may not be our best, but we are trying.
That's why i think men get frustrated.when we see women browsing through articles titled ' where to meet men'.we're here! we're everywhere!
we're honking our horns to serve you better.


(Seinfeld ,pilot episode 101)

There is not a god.or more.This is no rant against things that I wish I had but have not,or that a person that I wished I was and am not.this is not a rebuff for when I was not allowed to go do soo soo and went in front of the class.This is not because I am in a place where the pink pants(for men) are haute couture and su che ? saru che? sorry , no daaru che is the chant. This isnt on behalf of palkol whose love life has taken a rather steep dive and is as dry as the state and who has taken to going aaghad paachad sooper che to every passing bimbette.
This isnt because i didnt meet her.

One might look to other worldly interference in their lives because they look for strength to do what they can't(or won't) otherwise .
But so does high-on-two-rounds-of-weed reddy, and his method works wonders to tell the truth.getting high on vodka and/or weed just about enough is all you need to get past those blues.working towards actually solving the problem comes a bit later.

people look beyond because they do not look within.