The universe is conspiring against my passivity, it seems.

Recap of crazy images from today's episode of NC tales:

- CC (this Chinese chic whose favorite part of China is Tibet) is suddenly curious about my film, and randomly super enthusiastic about my poet protagonist guy - and this actually made me...happy?!?

- I enter my photo class, put my laptop on charging in a corner, volunteer to connect my laptop to the projector for the class, look in my book bag, laptop missing, I panic (not my standard panic which is with a straight face), walk towards the door madly repeating under my breath "my laptop is missing, laptop - missing, missing - my laptop", cute guy no. 2 (who was going up first to present his work) discreetly points to my laptop sitting quietly in the corner, I walk back sheepishly apologizing under my breath, hoping that cute guy no. 1 didn't notice.

- I begin to watch a film that my roomie is watching. I notice that Nasiruddin Shah is talking in a strange voice - definitely not his own. I think, maybe he's manipulated it for his character. A few minutes later, I wonder if he's sick. Some more minutes later, I am pretty sure it's not his voice. This whole time I am also wondering why so many firang characters are talking in Hindi. Just when I think this is a strange world imagined by some crazy Bollywood writer who thinks Hindi will be the next global language, one firang police commissioner says something like "humko nanga kardo ge" in the context of the police force facing embarrassment, and it finally hits me! After some twenty minutes of watching the film, I realize it's been dubbed! Shoot on Sight. That's what it's called. Please beware of the dubbed version.