I turned comment moderation off. Not much comment to moderate anyway and I havent met any trolls lately except one long time back which said something about this site being for those people who have nothing to do in the internet.
I’m happy to provide some reading material for people whether they have anything or nothing to do in the internet in the first place.
Lets live it up a little. Apologies in advance if this turns out to be a really nasty thing and I end up turning comment moderation back on.
I’ve always wanted to write a Comments Off post. Dont get me wrong, I love having my friends comment as well as strangers too, for which I have comment moderation enabled - you see I bristle easily at negativity & cannot tolerate trolls at any cost.
Anyways, since I should be studying for day after tomorrow’s exams, I know what I should really have is a Blog Off option in real life. That not being there, hence I shall stick to this post. Be good. I shall be back after my last exam on 17th of April.
I guess it wont kill me to admit I finally figured out how to turn comments off today.
And, just the other day, I taught my cook to respond to See you later alligator, for which she was supposed to reply - See you in a while, crocodile.
So this happened:
Me: See you later, alligator!
Cook: See you in the wild, crocodile.
I told her she was crazy to be seeing crocodiles in the wild but thats her own decision and if thats what she really wants to do, I have absolutely no qualms letting her get eaten!
If there’s one advantage of having students with famous names in one’s class, its the opportunity to say this line, if nothing else:
Murli Manohar Joshi failed and Amitabh Bachchan passed my Electrical exam.
I like the way my work keeps me amused 
This is a line from CREC that has always stayed with me:
Friday evenings are the shortest and sweetest things in the world.
TGIF.
Elliot (who sounds like a kid): Well, you see Dr Crane, I have a problem. I’m a salesman…
Frasier: Ah, a salesman? How old are you?
Elliot: Forty-three.
Frasier: Forty-three?
Elliot: Yes.
Frasier: Now let’s be truthful.
Elliot: I’m forty-three.
Frasier: Elliot, we were not born yesterday. Clearly you are just an adolescent, trying to prove to your little friends how clever you are by getting on the radio. But you know what you are really doing, you’re taking time away from people with real problems.
Elliot: Hey, I’m forty-three. I was born in New Providence. I have a very young sounding voice that people make fun of all the time.
Frasier: Oh, I’m so sorry, Elliot, that was very insensitive of me.
Elliot: Ha! Gotcha, Dr Doofus!
… So I B 40 in 12 years time
That makes me Really Intelligent Not Cute Hence Extremely Nauseous 
You said, I said