Bunnymania is Running Wild

Well, this post is because of a request, order, suggestion, instruction, complaint pertaining to the fact that the Meister has never written a post about the 

Bong loving, 

Cluedo playing, 

Roll/Frankie eating, 

Vodka drinking, 

HP singing, 

Poem writing,

Hindi Film ka Posters missing

Soap opera watching, 

Shravan slapping, 

Deutsch speaking, 

Vizag visiting

Glass painting (she is a good painter btw....though the Meister concedes that in all matters art his knowledge and taste ranks between that of a moronic mountain goat and a particularly thick hippopotamus), 

Party hosting,

Meister tolerating (yep, that's true...she tolerates the Meister....a fact that should make her eligible for the Nobel Peace Prize...it's hard work tolerating the Meister you know...even the Meister often does not tolerate the Meister)

friendly neighbourhood heroine. (who btw also has a name resembling a certain animal famous for its reproductive abilities, the use of which prompted a war of words between the Meister and the Special One)

So, Lady Really Talksalot, this one's for thee.

The Meister first met the aforementioned lady in his 1st semester at CIEFL (that land of the free and home of the whackjobs etc etc). The Meister and Lady Talksalot became friends. The Meister liked her and her roommate...the one who was as strong as A MAN. They all used to hang out with His Gayness (who for some evident reasons soon acquired the moniker - Baldankur). The Meister has no problems admitting that he did not and still does not like the other member of that circle- the girl whose name evokes memories of insurances and mutual funds etc. That girl used to snap at the Meister at an average of once every 2.5 days.  

(The Meister hates it when people snap at him...though he should be immune..everyone snaps at the Meister sooner or later...its just a matter of time) 

Anyway the Meister and the Lady even had a class together - Prof Javeed Alam's Secularism. (Don't ask why the Meister ever took that one...he was hoodwinked by Dumbo Christopher who told the Meister that he would have to read only one booklet for the entire course)

Well soon Talksalot fell in louw with the Ganja smoking, Erasex smoking, Beef eating, Bike driving Bong and naturally there grew a distance between the Meister and the Lady as the Meister has never liked and will never like those snotty, hoity fucking toity, supercillious Xaverians. However, once the smoke cleared and the Eresexes vanished, the lad turned out to be a nice guy so everything's fine now. 

Anyway there was hardly any contact between the Meister and Talksalot for a couple of years despite the fact that they used to work in the same building...Talksalot never invited the Meister over for lunch or chocolate.

It took His Gayness's visit to Hyd last summer to bring the two close together again.  

Since then, they 

have had dinner a number of times, 

watched one of the most atrocious movies ever conceived by the human brain, 

have hung out a lot, 

have played a number of games..where Talksalot always wins albeit controversially..., 

have teased their common friend Lady Frustratedalot about her upcoming marriage, 

have designed rangolies during Diwali...no I tell a lie...Talksalot designd and decorated the whole thing- the Meister just criticised... 

have even got drunk together in the New Year's Party....(Meister's 1st New Year's Party btw)...

well Talksalot got drunk and started imitating HP...the Meister was in complete control.....

and have become quite close friends.

Unfortunately, they have really met since that night mainly because of the Meister's atrocious work schedule ( the dumbass is now working around 11-12 hours a day).

P.s: It has to be mentioned that while writing this, the Meister got a total of 43 dirty looks from all 3 of his bosses for wasting company time.