Cheese Tikka Sandwich

220 days have elapsed since this hallowed portal, narcissistically titled "Me, Myself & My life", received my care & attention. This crassly apathetic behavior can be attributed to a multitude of reasons like Maggi, The Dark Knight, Trekking in Auli, end of graduation, parting with friends, MBA and the grossly humbling experience at IIMB. If you are wondering about the connect between these things  - it is their mind-numbing impact which rendered me at a loss of epithets every time I even dreant of penning my thoughts. Though I have been shameful enough to pass the burden onto these urban legends of my recent past, there is no denying that Christianity's seventh deadly sin - sloth, has taken me in its grasp.

Well, I have been thinking for some time about rejuvenating the blog, but the very pressure of pulling out a bunny that would justify the prolonged absence and cover up for the 9 months that my readers have spent in considerable comfort in the absence of this brain-twisting document barraging their computer screens, has warded the QWERTY from my fingers.

But, Lo & behold, here I am with the crappiest of posts. Pardons are sought in advance as the purpose of this post is just to get the crank shafts moving and the oil flowing. Also, the sudden revelation of a huge vacuum in my cranial cavity has caused a dynamic change of objectives for this blog. The transformation shall be apparent in the subsequent posts.

Following the platinum dictum - "Promise less, Deliver more", I neither avow, nor promise any further truisms or altruisms. But keep looking this space if a brutal murder of time is on the cards.

And if  you are wondering what the title is about, it refers to my post-dinner snack yesterday night (which were accompanied by rather unsavoury gulpings of Gatorade)