Dish!

I am back and ever so ashamed! I haven't written in so long! For starters, I truly am back, the primary reason I wasn't writing was mainly because I wasn't myself for the last few days and whenever I'd sit down to write, I'd find myself writing in crazy stream-of-consciousness replete with cosmological and kingly imagery! Creepy, I know.

But all that is behind us (me) now and I have some things to share, some dirt to dish and some incidents to reflect upon.
"Marcia! Marcia! Marcia!"
GossipGuy secretly channels his inner Jan everytime the lovely Marcia Brady comes to visit, for she chose the flashy Flash Thompson over Santiago. I could be bitchier about this but I won't because I fervently believe that Ms. Brady had no idea that Santiago was vying for her affections anyway! And Santiago? True to his alias, he is stoic and uncaring. On the outside. Oh but I know that a part of him still bears a torch for Marcia! Oh Marcia: 'How easy is it for the proper-false
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!'

The Travails of Prince Stepan.
Lyra and Prince Stepan are doing that dance! The very one involving secret intrigues and Lyra throwing a series of fits that cause everyone to virtually sigh out Tolstoy's 'Un-Happy Families Hypothesis'. It is as a mutual friend very wisely said, "Prince Stepan is the kind of guy you can figure out in no more than 2 meetings." And rightly said so too! Should I go on? Perhaps not! Far be it from me to take sides on this one!

Duke Orsino 'Plays On...'
My poor Masakalli! She recently traipsed in upon an intrigue that her beloved Orsino was carrying on in a land far off from this one. Needless to say, there was more sighing and more Tosltoy reiterating followed by a rather plainly worded "Fuck you" that Masakalli sent forth to her erstwhile lord. She insists on remaining detached and unmoved and this frightens me. Surely grieving is a part of moving on?

To 'Have Shuffle off this Moral(!) Coil...'
"I'm a terrible person!" is Hamlet's 'Mea Culpa' these days, which in itself is ironic given that the prince's 'errors' are mere expressions of the most human of traits. Lust and jealousy may add an unexpected piquancy to the rather bland meal that is a woefully persevering mind, but the need to incite those very emotions in another bears with it a zing so zesty that it cannot be resisted! And so my prince comes to folly! And then there's Winona...

Love's Labour's Recycled.
Punjaban and Neo are just so fantastic together! Their conversation is a melodic amalgam of Hindi, English and Spanish! Now my love-life, on the other hand, is rather strange. The Biologist and I are still flirting. Or at least I am, she laughs at all the right points so I guess...No! I shall not go down that road again! In fact, I like this. I like the banter, the laughter and the song sequences at the dining centre (For the love of God, do not ask!). It's aerial, but it's heady, and I like it!

To 'Train my intellect to vain delight!'
I am still bearing a masochistic torch for my Academician! It is a situation that finds its equivalent in someone holding on to a cigarette for a friend and periodically burning himself with it. Deliberately.


'Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?'

My poor and saintly Charles Ryder, Astride bare-back upon the tiger that is love, Oh but where o where can one get off?

Lascivious innuendos and Cold War references: Charles would love me for it, or so I would hope! But alas! Our good friend has found himself in love and his meticulously arranged world has gone to pieces in the best way possible! Organised chaos is so Charles's cup of expertly poured green tea! Fortune smiles upon him rather beautifically because Charles's love does not go unreciprocated! Elton John croons and my friend deliquesces some more as he wonders whether or not he should give in to this trespass sweetly urged! I can hardly wait till I make my return to that wondrous city and see all for myself!

Until the next time,
GossipGuy