Don't move my cheese...

No, this isn't a new book sold on the pavements at Flora Fountain...

It's probably the apt(-est) way to describe the attitude with which the four of us (A, D, DJ and yours truly) attacked the cheese fondue at Mocha. Of course, it wasn't just the fondue... there was also the cheeeeesy white sauce in corn and spinach wrap, the vegetable pie and more...

Over the last few days I've also had pizza - Pizza Hut' s Veggie Supreme and the Smokin' Joe's one with barbequed mushrooms topped my fav list. Yes I know I'll get flak like "You don't have chicken or pepperoni pizza". But Hey! With Veggies, Corn or Mushroom with cheese (loads of it), why would I complain. Did I already mention the cheeesy garlic bread? Well... Ahem... yours truly had loads of that as well.

I remember as a child I used to eat cheese in all forms - The Kraft singles, Laughing cow's triangular cheese, Amul Cheese cubes. These used to be a part of my school tiffin. Everyday!!! Mommy dearest makes the best Corn/Veggie Au-gratin. Awwwwww I wanna go home now and have more cheese. Thanks to uncles and aunts in the foreign lands (yeah they are the kinds who buy and send everything including Tide detergent), I've never run out of some form of cheese at home.

In fact writing about cheese has made me realize that may be cheese was my first love (and not chocolate surprisingly) - heheheheeee... movie isshtyle Cheesy dialogue - Ha ha!!! So cheeeeesy again.

Did someone say "How corny"??? well, if you read a post with a title that goes "A Corny Affair" you know what I'm talking about.

P.S - Upper Crust has a baked dish (or was it a sizzler) by the name Corny Affair.

So long, farewell, it's time to say Goodbye...

I've been through these times earlier, through high school, college and now at the end of my Master's programme... and I only got worse at it.

I've been through so many difficult times... surgeries, extremely tight deadlines, relationships (or lack of it), but over the last few days, I've been absolutely mentally drained.

Filling out entries for the Year Book was probably the most difficult thing I've had to do ever. I was never good at Precis Writing in school. Imagine my trying to put down 2 years of my life with each person into a small paragraph. The highs and lows, the friendships and fights... to encapsulate it all, trying to do utmost justice to each person who's meant so much to me. I hope my friends realize how much I love them.

I'm almost out of any money, but when friends ask to go out for dinner, it's very difficult to decline. Why? Because, I have less than a month left at MICA, and I do want to spend all my time with friends. Thesis and assignments can soooo take a hike. So whether it's a Masti, or grabbing a burger, or Bombay Blues, or Mirch Masala... I'm so glad I made it a point to go out each time.

There was a party last night. After a really tiring day (courtesy primary research), I was in no mood to go at all. Just wanted to have some quiet time and hit the sack early. A 5 minute conversation with a friend changed my mind. She convinced me that this was the second last party, that we could have chocolate dipped in rum, that we could have all the cold cocoa... but somewhere during that conversation she said "This would be the last 5th of the month in MICA". And the rest is history... I got dressed and hit the party. I can't believe I almost gave it a miss.

Moral of the story, it's just that time of the year I feel all "Awwwwww". I hope I make the most of the remaining 28 days here.