I gave you something, so I own you
Today afternoon, I saw an Austin Powers CD with that friend and wanted to get it too. He agrees saying that he will give it to me which I can burn when he was in class. I agree and promptly go to sleep (too bad, eh?) The friend and the guy come to my room in the evening and ask me for the CD, which I said will return tomorrow.
Cut back to midnight and the guy sees me in the mess. He is sitting with an gal and two other guys chewing the paratta. The conversation goes on something like this
G: (very bad tone) when are you going to return the CDs, remember when you took them?
M: Do you remember what happened this afternoon? You came with (the friend)...
G: (quickly) No, not those CDs, the other one - the Austin Powers one, you took it a long time back...
M: I got them this afternoon!
G: You must atleast have told him that you are taking the CDs, he doesn't know that you took it
M: Look, just because you gave me some CDs can't think you can bluff around like this... Did the friend tell you that he didn't know that?
G: Yeah, he told me
M: Bullshit... (or some other word), look, I have your CD doesn't mean you can bullshit like this...
G: You could have burnt the CDs this afternoon, give it to me tomorrow..
M: Before I could say anything, the conversation was over as the other three people got up to leave and he quickly joined them
In an unrelated event, corporatedom scored one over hippiedom when I had to crop my luscious long hippie hair short for the upcoming interviews. This could be the end of afternoon siestas and latenight solitaire and many other things.