Tagged by Fate....

Uh, I’ve been tagged. Apparently, this means I have to think of twenty things about myself and write them down. In this I agree with Carol aka Weary Hag, one of the finest bloggers around, that this tagging thing doesn’t exactly make my adrenal gland work overtime. I mean, jeez, twenty things. And I’m the kind of guy who doesn’t like to talk about himself. You know, the shy ones who lurk in corners at parties, or worse, never go to one. Alright, that’s a load of crap. I can’t stop talking about myself to save my life.

Anyway, thanks for thinking of me, Manjari. Read further only if you happen to have sado-masochistic tendencies. Here goes:

1.) I try my best not to go to parties.

2.) And when I do go, I lurk in corners or hide behind trees.

3.) Damn, this is difficult.

4.) In fact, I’d say it calls for powers of the occult.

5.) I like people with a sense of humour.

6.) But I’d like them more if they had money power.

7.) I don’t like people who lose their temper.

8.) I mean, later, how will they ever change a diaper?

9.) I have a major passion for movies.

10.) I'm absent-minded; I keep losing my keys.

11.) By the way, I happen to be a vegetarian.

12.) Ergo, I’ll live to be an octogenarian ;).

13.) I’m also an agnostic.

14.) And I'm into all things robotic.

15.) I really admire the great heroes of fiction.

16.) I only hope I have their strength and conviction.

17.) I think Gautama Buddha was a really cool guy.

18.) I hope the iPod will be my next major buy.

19.) I have only begun to appreciate the greatness of Gandhi.

20.) Especially the fact that he never went into Jal Samadhi ;).

Wait! There’s more! For those of you who have actually read until here, here’s something that MAY ease the pain:

The Quest for Stimulation

The fire is lit,
And my arse is burning.
The photocopies are laid out,
And books have been dusted.
But wait! What is this I hear?
The coffee shop is open!
The pages are marked,
And pens are put down.
We embark on our journey,
The Quest for Stimulation.
Braving the bovine menace,
And the drizzle from the skies,
The Fellowship of Caffeine soldiers on,
From yon Lapis, to the wastes of Pearl.

P.S. I never thought I’d write a poem, but there’s no accounting for what an overdose of caffeine can lead to. Kindly adjust.

P.P.S. Lapis and Pearl are hostels. I'm not going to tag anyone; I'm still reeling under the after-effects. I promise you all, I won't subject you guys again to this.