Yesterday evening can be divided into two, no, three parts.
Scene one
Cyph and I were having dinner in canteen one, and we saw this German guy sitting across. Now, he was one of our friend, Sid's colleagues, but neither of us knew his name, so i ate my porridge [i seem to be hooked on to it, it's the closest thing to mau bhat 5000 km from home] and Cyph ate his burger. I saw G2's [German Guy] eyes tracing something, and like a true blue Mumbaikar trained in the art of video coach reconnaissance, I turned around slightly, and there was this really good looking CFC girl [Chinese from China] standing right behind us. Now this is rare, because the Ministry of Education's scholarship officer does not allow any girl who looks better than her into Singapore. G2 saw this and he gave me a sheepish grin. So walked over and started talking. I always like talking to European people, makes you feel good about your English.
I don't know why, if GG was interesting [in a naya bakra kind of way] or something, but we ended up talking to him for 2 hours. He talks a lot like Borat in Ali G's shows, if you have seen any of them. The talk was mostly about beer in Germany and in the ASEAN region, about how his mother is strict, and how he worked in a youth hostel for 2 years. Cyph invited him to his room, I don't know why he does that...{brr..} but G2 thankfully declined politely and lumbered off.
Scene two
Abbs was sitting in Cyph's room, typing something on his computer. Cyph's roomie is in India, so his computer has been turned into a game server, chiefly for playing Red Alert and Need for Speed. I unlocked the Diablo yesterday, my baby from NFS 4, and made the cops cry. There is a better Lamborghini out there, which they give the cops [!], but nostalgia prevailed. After the race, we listened to Mumbaikar, Punekar aani Nagpurkar again. PuLa is funny even the nth time. I had a roomie who listened to PuLa and giggled himself to sleep.
Scene three
I talked to Nishi till my phone batter drained about the .NET competition that we are participating in. I think we have too ambitious a plan to finish in 4 weeks, especially when there are other commitments. Sid walked past me, and then entered Cyph's room. We came to know the G2 was named George later. By the time I entered the room, Abbs and Sid were in the middle of an argument about the Indian Medical System and how it sucks. Now, Abbs's dad is a surgeon, and Sid's had a thyroid operation, so both of them considered themselves well informed about anything medical. I tried to give a statistical twist to the argument and succeeded. Within minutes there were figures, assumptions, hypotheses flying here and there. Then Cyph quipped, 33 million American's don't have health insurance. He had googled it from somewhere. Eventually, Abbs asked for Sid's email address, promising to show him with proof that he was wrong. I suggested we leg it to 7 11. So we did. There the issue shifted to Buddhdeb Bhattacharya and how West Bengal was going the China way. Finally, Abbs reiterating his frustration at not getting into VJTI comps because of the girls quota and the reserved castes quota, but I tired of it all, and sleepy. They headed back to fight the Americans; I headed back, fighting sleep, to my bed.