So the officially-most-fucked-up-week-I've-had-this-year came to an end with two retards I have for friends coming over with fruits (err...because I was sick and all that), me dropping an entire handi full of scalding hot milk all over my hand and tummy and four of us (including roommate) playing a particularly savage and seemingly never-ending game of UNO (two decks of cards and everyone screwing with each other; that’s the trick) over butter chicken and Maharashtriyan style cooked minty biryani.
I survived. And in exactly 18 days I am headed home for pujo. :-)
P.S: My reaction after kicking ass at UNO.