Exagerrated Blabberations of the Hundred Winks Club

Ok so think of the last time you laughed a lot! No seriously I mean a lot. Then multiply it by the number of stars in the Betelgeuse star system (there are lots.) There you have it... you have arrived at the exact magnitude of mad cracking up I am referring to, if you do not believe me, then you are an idiot or a Manchester
United fan! Its okay! We understand and appreciate the lack of grey matter.

That was the opening statement. Binny seems to think that it is exaggerated. I say that's the point!
Calling to motion the first ever meeting of the Hundred Winks Club.
Members: Aruni (I exaggerate)
Binny (I don't know)
Maryann (the blue sky looks nice)
These are our solemn vows as we initiate this journey into the unknown.

Agenda: Life as an overwhelming exposure to the extremes of hyper emotion. The omnipresence of the mindfuck factor in this multi cast superhit potboiler, with very occasional special guest appearance of genuinely interesting/pleasant people. (This point is to be debated, because as Binny points out, just because she doesn't like them, doesn't make them less interesting. I am clearly not that open minded, if I don't like them, I find them boring. Maryann just called us bada aunty and chota aunty, and then called herself Madhuri Dixit.

She is forgiven for doing so, I can drive my self insane just by being me... so her outbursts are justified, and I would empathize with her if I was in the mood to do so. I refrain from speaking for Binny, every time I do that, I feel like chewing my head off, because I get a long winded essay about how I am wrong. More often than not we arrive at the point where we started because we were pseudo arguing about the same bloody point! We are still unsure as to why Maryann would refer to herself as Madhuri Dixit. Its a mystery. Maybe we will never know.

Anyway, coming back to where we were before I went off track and took a hike some place else (umm that would be nowhere,) you see it was becoming increasingly necessary to document the phenomenal pieces of conversation that where taking place in the warmly lit room of C 139 National Apartment. If one were to compile these comments in a book, I swear to the Gods above, you would get an amusing read, and a very insightful view of that phenomenon which we mere mortals refer to as life. So as Atlas once took the world upon his worthy shoulders, I have taken this task upon myself. To document history as it is being made, over cups of tea, and a couple of cigarettes (both mine.)