A change of job

Head officer bodobabu lokti bejai shanto. Tar je amon mathyar byamo ke konodin janto ?

So we Xaverians have to be like Carmeltes in this confusing united colours of unisex world. Or else why am I collecting sequins and colored plastic bits to stick on a penstand that would be some social utility public project.

Or for that matter why should I rummage through discarded shoe boxes that would metaphosize to a first aid box. At the end of night twelve to be precise I appear to be the first patient to try out the box. Only thing morphine is not in that box. Or for that matter the scalpel is not there. A buitcher's knife would have helped and I would have happily been a martyr saying : How I wonder what we were.

Do not be surprised if I turn up decorating Ash in her next Cannes work - by the pace I am in, one day I will be swtching my T square for a set of measuring tape and mannequins for a soulmate.

Amen.
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Idiotic thoughts on a gloomy sunday

Seen on a tshirt in benachittyt : good girls go to heaven. Bad girls go everywhere.

Found in bakery shop _ lombu russian anarkali. Anyone remembers ?

You can see things as they reflect light back. Are we heard when we parrot something some great ones have thought.
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