I have taken a course under a professor whom I have come to intensely dislike. However, he said something that was a lesson. He said, " The purpose of communication is to expess and not impress". I would like to make it my guiding principle. I have a few of them actually.
I am dissatisfied with my life. Yes, that might be a very common sentence. Nevertheless, I would like to list my grievances. Despite best intentions and some feeble attempts, I have not learnt to enjoy daily life. Destination completely obscures the journey. For many days, I haven't looked at the sky, or walked a leisurely walk. Life's pace consumes me and I do not, cannot stop. Where it leads to, no idea. Distance between my family and me is increasing. It sounds blasphemous and the temptation is to gloss over it but it won't do. I don't respond to music and my reading has drastically reduced. A movie that takes my mind away from the comfort zone that it has enconsed itself in, it rejects. I am becoming more and more overweight.
There are a few positives. My group spends a wonderful time together. I have become mellower. It sounds aged but its right for me. I don't snap as often and am generally less erosive of people's egos. I have become a more sincere worker. Ambition has grown in me and for the moment I would consider it positive.
I remain as indecisive as ever. "Forever at crossroads" is a description that fits me well. Never knew a thing about career preferences, now don't even know love and such like.
There are no major worries and that, thank God, is a relief. The time ahead, next two three months are career fashioning. Its a time of opportunities and immense pressure.
Prayed in a temple for the first time in a long, long time. Didn't do it well. Should do it more often.
Tomorrow is New year's eve. I would set up a party in the dorm. That should be exciting.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Italy: 3-5 November
Italy was where we were between 3rd and 5th of November. Places we visited were Rome, Venice, a small place on the Swish border called Como and Milan.
Rome is history and the Vatican. When I was at the Colosseum and the nearby Roman Forum, I tried to visualize the romans of yore walking through the same ground, no doubt aided by imagery from that unforgettable movie, Gladiator. There was nothing much to see but the deep sense of history that every stone in the place was steeped in was awe inducing. The holiest seat of the biggest relision of the world is noteworthy for its size. Saint Peter's basilica and the square in front of it are huge. the enteriors of Saint Peter's Basilica are decorated with an unimaginable number of sculptures and frescos. unfortunately, i could see the sistine Chapel as it was closed for the week.
Of all the cities in Europe, Venice stole my heart. Not for its canals or its gondolas but for its bazaars. I am not a shopocoholic by any stretch of imagination but the displays in the market were magnetic. One is perforce drawn to them. We didn't do any places but just wandered along the narrow alleys of venice. They are incredibly narrow, sometimes even two people can't walk abreast.
Como is just a nice little resort place with a lake and mountains and what I imagine would be excellent summertime weather. the day we went there was sunny and it was fun to sit on a bench next to the lake. Also I had the most delicious food I have had in Europe at Como.
In Milan I saw the castle and a India gate like structure, Frankly nothing much. There was a street display of photographs about Italy in what I imagine was one of the shopping streets of Milan which was interesting and informative.
On the way to Italy, I had a stopover at Munich and i saw and felt snow fall for the first time in my life. It was nothing more than a drizzle equivalent of snow but it was a first.
Rome is history and the Vatican. When I was at the Colosseum and the nearby Roman Forum, I tried to visualize the romans of yore walking through the same ground, no doubt aided by imagery from that unforgettable movie, Gladiator. There was nothing much to see but the deep sense of history that every stone in the place was steeped in was awe inducing. The holiest seat of the biggest relision of the world is noteworthy for its size. Saint Peter's basilica and the square in front of it are huge. the enteriors of Saint Peter's Basilica are decorated with an unimaginable number of sculptures and frescos. unfortunately, i could see the sistine Chapel as it was closed for the week.
Of all the cities in Europe, Venice stole my heart. Not for its canals or its gondolas but for its bazaars. I am not a shopocoholic by any stretch of imagination but the displays in the market were magnetic. One is perforce drawn to them. We didn't do any places but just wandered along the narrow alleys of venice. They are incredibly narrow, sometimes even two people can't walk abreast.
Como is just a nice little resort place with a lake and mountains and what I imagine would be excellent summertime weather. the day we went there was sunny and it was fun to sit on a bench next to the lake. Also I had the most delicious food I have had in Europe at Como.
In Milan I saw the castle and a India gate like structure, Frankly nothing much. There was a street display of photographs about Italy in what I imagine was one of the shopping streets of Milan which was interesting and informative.
On the way to Italy, I had a stopover at Munich and i saw and felt snow fall for the first time in my life. It was nothing more than a drizzle equivalent of snow but it was a first.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Austria Trip
This weekend we went to Austria, Vienna and Salzburg. Vienna is mainly a city of museums and big buildings, nothing different from the capitels of Europe I have seen so far. Went to the museum of natural history and the royal treasury. Unique thing about Vienna are the innovative artists beggars. i have seen them in other Europena cities but no where as there as many as in Vienna. they would paint themselves in silver or some other paint and act like statues. Then there were others, one dressed up like a soldier, giving the full salute with a sword and all while the other was dressed like a ghost.
Salzburg is the real deal. Out of all the cities in Europe I have so far visited (the big one's are missing: Paris, Rome, Berlin, Barcelona), Salzburg has the most to offer. We went to the ice caves which is 40 kms by train, 5km by bus and a cable car ride flanked by a fair rek on either side. The ice caves themselves are an extended version of the Amarnath caves and a guided tour is informative and enriching. In the evening I went to a castle, the Hofensalzburg. Aprt from that the other things to see, which we couldn't are the "Sound of Music" tour and eagle's nest. Eagle's nest is high up in the Alps and is where Hitler held his diplomatic meetings. The place sells like hot cake. I am hoping to make a second trip to Salzburg. In the old city part of the town there was a huge chessboard in one of the squares. Soon i will upload its photos. Dubey and Raman went for a free concert while I visited the castle. Salzburg is where Mozart lived and the city earns its bread selling his name. There are music concerts everyday and everything from chocolates to condoms sell with the Mozart name on them.
I have posted some pics from bergen to Oslo tour in Norway. It was very scenic. The description will follow shortly. The link and password for photos remain the same. If you are looking for sensational content, don't bother.
Salzburg is the real deal. Out of all the cities in Europe I have so far visited (the big one's are missing: Paris, Rome, Berlin, Barcelona), Salzburg has the most to offer. We went to the ice caves which is 40 kms by train, 5km by bus and a cable car ride flanked by a fair rek on either side. The ice caves themselves are an extended version of the Amarnath caves and a guided tour is informative and enriching. In the evening I went to a castle, the Hofensalzburg. Aprt from that the other things to see, which we couldn't are the "Sound of Music" tour and eagle's nest. Eagle's nest is high up in the Alps and is where Hitler held his diplomatic meetings. The place sells like hot cake. I am hoping to make a second trip to Salzburg. In the old city part of the town there was a huge chessboard in one of the squares. Soon i will upload its photos. Dubey and Raman went for a free concert while I visited the castle. Salzburg is where Mozart lived and the city earns its bread selling his name. There are music concerts everyday and everything from chocolates to condoms sell with the Mozart name on them.
I have posted some pics from bergen to Oslo tour in Norway. It was very scenic. The description will follow shortly. The link and password for photos remain the same. If you are looking for sensational content, don't bother.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Oktoberfest (28th September)
I went to the Oktoberfest which takes place in Munich in 28th September with a group from my exchange school. Actually Oktoberfest takes place all over Europe but the one in Munich is the most famous. My guess is that originally it was celebration of harvest and provided welcome gaiety before the onset of the harsh European winter. Today it’s a festival of unbridled beer drinking.
Oktoberfest is a fair in which breweries set up huge tents which can seat up to 10, 000 people. Beer is sold in one liter mugs, nothing less. The beer is very good and even though quite expensive is worth it for its quality and the ambience. There is lot of local Bavarian music and one can see lots of people dressed in traditional Bavarian costumes. An amusement park is also set up and there are stalls selling food and memorabilia.
The visit to the Oktoberfest has been the highlight of my stay in Europe so far. Since us Indians have been traveling a lot it hasn’t been possible to mix with other exchange students so well. This trip was perfect for it as many exchange students went and, of course, alcohol is always the best ice breaker. And break the ice it did, I remember spending all my time with girls who surely don’t remember my name now that we have been absent from the school for ten days owing to our trip to Scandinavia. It was a truly multinational effort ranging from Germany to Hungary to Mexico to Russia to Turkey to China and even India. Guys before you get all excited it was all very platonic. Our tight schedules don’t allow for anything more at all. Okay, I am being both vain and presumptous.
An Indian friend of mine had a little too much too quickly and passed out by three in the afternoon. The security carried him to the bus and he slept peacefully for the next three hours. We had to catch a train to Copenhagen at seven and in between waking him up, our bus getting stuck in the evening traffic and us losing ourselves; by the time we got to the train there were less than two minutes remaining. Some adventure. We hadn’t taken any water along and with alcohol working its effects we were both bone- thirty soon. The water on the train was 3 euros for half a liter. Earlier we had been teasing somebody for buying water for 5 euros a liter at the Oktoberfest. Talk about poetic justice. It is funny how in Europe water is as expensive as beer, juice and milk; sometimes even more.
Oktoberfest is a fair in which breweries set up huge tents which can seat up to 10, 000 people. Beer is sold in one liter mugs, nothing less. The beer is very good and even though quite expensive is worth it for its quality and the ambience. There is lot of local Bavarian music and one can see lots of people dressed in traditional Bavarian costumes. An amusement park is also set up and there are stalls selling food and memorabilia.
The visit to the Oktoberfest has been the highlight of my stay in Europe so far. Since us Indians have been traveling a lot it hasn’t been possible to mix with other exchange students so well. This trip was perfect for it as many exchange students went and, of course, alcohol is always the best ice breaker. And break the ice it did, I remember spending all my time with girls who surely don’t remember my name now that we have been absent from the school for ten days owing to our trip to Scandinavia. It was a truly multinational effort ranging from Germany to Hungary to Mexico to Russia to Turkey to China and even India. Guys before you get all excited it was all very platonic. Our tight schedules don’t allow for anything more at all. Okay, I am being both vain and presumptous.
An Indian friend of mine had a little too much too quickly and passed out by three in the afternoon. The security carried him to the bus and he slept peacefully for the next three hours. We had to catch a train to Copenhagen at seven and in between waking him up, our bus getting stuck in the evening traffic and us losing ourselves; by the time we got to the train there were less than two minutes remaining. Some adventure. We hadn’t taken any water along and with alcohol working its effects we were both bone- thirty soon. The water on the train was 3 euros for half a liter. Earlier we had been teasing somebody for buying water for 5 euros a liter at the Oktoberfest. Talk about poetic justice. It is funny how in Europe water is as expensive as beer, juice and milk; sometimes even more.
Brussels (16-17th September)
I saw very little of Brussels. Locals and the IIM A people on exchange in Brussels said there is very little to see. I saw the Grand place, which really is a courtyard surrounded by majestic buildings on all sides. Of course, the architecture of all the buildings looked very similar to my uneducated eyes. A friend of mine tells me that they might be different styles, e.g. gothic and renaissance. I also saw a thirteenth century cathedral called the ‘Cathedraal’. Took a couple of really good photographs but they aren’t remotely ‘interesting’.
From Brussels, we went to Bruggs, the real tourist place of Belgium. Really nothing much to see except once again a lot of old houses. It’s all preserved history. There were horse cart rides which we didn’t even enquire about, fearing the costs.
The real deal is the beer. Belgians are quite proud of their beer, and for once rightly so. Every region in Europe says their beer is the best but so far I have liked Stella the most. I had Stella and another one whose name I forget. Both were excellent, particularly Stella, which has incredible smoothness. The company producing Stella, by the way, is the oldest company in the world, now existing for some eight hundred years, almost the same time as Oxford and Cambridge, the oldest universities of the modern kind and times. Beer and scholarship have close ties.
Another thing about cities in Europe are the road side cafes, very classy looking. All cities have them. So far, we haven’t tried the food but hence forth we plan to.
From Brussels, we went to Bruggs, the real tourist place of Belgium. Really nothing much to see except once again a lot of old houses. It’s all preserved history. There were horse cart rides which we didn’t even enquire about, fearing the costs.
The real deal is the beer. Belgians are quite proud of their beer, and for once rightly so. Every region in Europe says their beer is the best but so far I have liked Stella the most. I had Stella and another one whose name I forget. Both were excellent, particularly Stella, which has incredible smoothness. The company producing Stella, by the way, is the oldest company in the world, now existing for some eight hundred years, almost the same time as Oxford and Cambridge, the oldest universities of the modern kind and times. Beer and scholarship have close ties.
Another thing about cities in Europe are the road side cafes, very classy looking. All cities have them. So far, we haven’t tried the food but hence forth we plan to.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Amsterdam trip
On arrival in Germany I needed a so called resident permit from the foreigner’s authority, officially to continue my studies beyond the 90 days that my visa allowed. As always, beyond the official reason, there was a more pressing personal motivation. This same resident permit allows me to travel to 18 EU countries besides possibly Switzerland.
Khair, got my resident permit last Friday (15/09/2006) and have since been to three countries besides Germany. Indeed, I have been changing countries more often than my clothes. The same afternoon we (four other Indian exchange students and me) got our residence permits, we headed to Amsterdam, that Mecca of sleaze. We didn’t know what we would do in Amsterdam, how long we would stay or where we would spend the night. First thing we do on getting down is to buy the city map, a tradition which we have followed in all other cities we have visited except Brussels, where the city map was simply not available. In fact when we told the tourist official that we were tourists she said, “If you are tourists what are you doing in Brussels?” In Amsterdam, we wandered around, clicking photographs like true blue tourists until our pilgrimage was complete and we reached the red light district. Amsterdam, mind you, has the most famous red light district in the world. By now it was getting late, there were plenty of dubious characters, some nine feet tall, on the streets and we had nowhere to spend the night. Various creative solutions like the park benches, the central monument of the city and the railway station were mooted. The railway station closes at midnight, the parks were considered too dangerous and it was hazarded that the police would not allow us to set up camp at the city monument. Luckily, accommodation, at 26 euro per bed was arranged for the night. That taken care of, we set down to the business of the night. A show of certain, shall we say, unique character was watched, along with, surprise of surprises, two middle aged couples from desh!! Thereafter was time for some idle roaming around the streets; soaking in the incredible street activity of the Amsterdam night, savoring women dressed in the fanciest clothes. We turned in at around 3:30.
Amsterdam is a discreet whore. Its daytime character is completely different, one abounding with museums. Van Gogh, Rembrandt, Anne Frank and Madame Tussad’s are the main. I could visit Van Gogh and Madame Tussad’s. For the first time, I can tell you names of famous paintings by anybody apart from Da Vinci and Michael Angelo. Van Gogh’s most famous paintings are the Sunflower and the Potato Eaters, both of which I saw. Of course, I know as much about paintings as about wine, absolutely nothing. It’s vanity, these visits to intellectual museums. Madame Tussad’s was a completely different matter. This is the original one and all of us clicked numerous photographs with the wax works. Had we planned a little better I would have definitely gone to the Anne Frank museum. Some other time perhaps, solace for all missed opportunities.
From Amsterdam, we moved to Brussels where we got the terrific response from the tourism authority. That in the next post
Khair, got my resident permit last Friday (15/09/2006) and have since been to three countries besides Germany. Indeed, I have been changing countries more often than my clothes. The same afternoon we (four other Indian exchange students and me) got our residence permits, we headed to Amsterdam, that Mecca of sleaze. We didn’t know what we would do in Amsterdam, how long we would stay or where we would spend the night. First thing we do on getting down is to buy the city map, a tradition which we have followed in all other cities we have visited except Brussels, where the city map was simply not available. In fact when we told the tourist official that we were tourists she said, “If you are tourists what are you doing in Brussels?” In Amsterdam, we wandered around, clicking photographs like true blue tourists until our pilgrimage was complete and we reached the red light district. Amsterdam, mind you, has the most famous red light district in the world. By now it was getting late, there were plenty of dubious characters, some nine feet tall, on the streets and we had nowhere to spend the night. Various creative solutions like the park benches, the central monument of the city and the railway station were mooted. The railway station closes at midnight, the parks were considered too dangerous and it was hazarded that the police would not allow us to set up camp at the city monument. Luckily, accommodation, at 26 euro per bed was arranged for the night. That taken care of, we set down to the business of the night. A show of certain, shall we say, unique character was watched, along with, surprise of surprises, two middle aged couples from desh!! Thereafter was time for some idle roaming around the streets; soaking in the incredible street activity of the Amsterdam night, savoring women dressed in the fanciest clothes. We turned in at around 3:30.
Amsterdam is a discreet whore. Its daytime character is completely different, one abounding with museums. Van Gogh, Rembrandt, Anne Frank and Madame Tussad’s are the main. I could visit Van Gogh and Madame Tussad’s. For the first time, I can tell you names of famous paintings by anybody apart from Da Vinci and Michael Angelo. Van Gogh’s most famous paintings are the Sunflower and the Potato Eaters, both of which I saw. Of course, I know as much about paintings as about wine, absolutely nothing. It’s vanity, these visits to intellectual museums. Madame Tussad’s was a completely different matter. This is the original one and all of us clicked numerous photographs with the wax works. Had we planned a little better I would have definitely gone to the Anne Frank museum. Some other time perhaps, solace for all missed opportunities.
From Amsterdam, we moved to Brussels where we got the terrific response from the tourism authority. That in the next post
Friday, August 18, 2006
Treat Club
This is not my writing. But its a part of who I am. Its a tribute to the time I spent in IIT, the best time of my life, so far.
The Brothers Kara-mazov (ByVarun Sud)
While I have your undivided attention let me make the most of it and maro a ganda you might otherwise have refused to be tortured with : Why can’t anyone find rooms B-23 to B-34 in Karakoram House IIT Delhi?.... Well, uhm uhm, because it’s the unreal wing!
Pick a random hour on a random day in a random semester. Mer, GrimReaper, Shakti, Pongi, DilbaghSingh, Maddu, PappiSingh, Vivid and TreatClubber are in intellectual discourse. A finished packet of Hungarian chocolate lies discarded in a corner. The topic of debate on 9 days out of 10 would have been the female homo sapien, but a certain Reading Comprehension in CAT 2003 has changed all that, and girls now come in a close second to Cultural Capital (or CC as it is colloquially known). Just then the phone rings in B-26 and a female voice (with which the above characters are by now only too well acquainted) asks: ‘Can I speak to Rohit Arora?’
And then before the topic of discussion can go back to how red (of low CC content) or green(of acceptable CC levels) a certain random someone is, Adidas makes the characteristic loud entry. And as always he has news. Mer has been spotted with two different female soldiers in Nescafe in the last 24 hours and what follows is a lengthy Spanish inquisition.
Just as the inquisition seems to have dragged on for too long without any logical conclusion, news arrives that X has just got a job. But Pongi crushes all cheer and hopes of demanding a party by recalling the rules of Treat Club, to which we swear allegiance.
The 1st RULE of Treat Club : You do not ask for a treat.
The 2nd RULE of Treat Club : You DO NOT ask for a treat.
The 3rd RULE of Treat Club: If someone says "no booze" or goes broke, taps out the treat is over.
The 4th RULE of Treat Club: Only two guys to an extra large pepperoni pizza and pitcher of beer.
The 5th RULE of Treat Club: One treat at a time.
The 6th RULE of Treat Club: No Vegeterian, no Chinese.
The 7th RULE of Treat Club: Treats will go on as long as Mer has not had his fill of cheesecake.
The 8th RULE of Treat Club: If this is your first night at TREAT CLUB, you HAVE to treat.
The mood is suddenly mellow as we realize rule 1 and 2 cannot be violated. But GrimReaper saves the moment by pointing out that Adidas should be currently attending the Ghazal Nite and not lurking around in this boring map, and everyone joins in the nuking as the normal mood of cheer and excitement returns.
It’s now close to 2 in the morning but that does not deter PappiSingh from being spotted in his towel, just out from his fifth bath of the day. (Now you know whom to curse the next time you are forced to use an unflushed toilet). Nor does this unearthly hour stop two friendly neighbourhood attachees, from Nil and Kumaon, respectively, from dropping in to check out a certain Vivid video creating waves on the LAN.
And GrimReaper has a party to attend at the Elite modeling school the next morning and Maddu has class as 8. And Shakti is apparently going to have a hangover tomorrow for he has been eloquently quoting Wordsworth for the past 20 minutes. And its now four in the morning and everyone clearly needs to sleep, but kya karen, UT pay jaana hai!!
The Brothers Kara-mazov (ByVarun Sud)
While I have your undivided attention let me make the most of it and maro a ganda you might otherwise have refused to be tortured with : Why can’t anyone find rooms B-23 to B-34 in Karakoram House IIT Delhi?.... Well, uhm uhm, because it’s the unreal wing!
Pick a random hour on a random day in a random semester. Mer, GrimReaper, Shakti, Pongi, DilbaghSingh, Maddu, PappiSingh, Vivid and TreatClubber are in intellectual discourse. A finished packet of Hungarian chocolate lies discarded in a corner. The topic of debate on 9 days out of 10 would have been the female homo sapien, but a certain Reading Comprehension in CAT 2003 has changed all that, and girls now come in a close second to Cultural Capital (or CC as it is colloquially known). Just then the phone rings in B-26 and a female voice (with which the above characters are by now only too well acquainted) asks: ‘Can I speak to Rohit Arora?’
And then before the topic of discussion can go back to how red (of low CC content) or green(of acceptable CC levels) a certain random someone is, Adidas makes the characteristic loud entry. And as always he has news. Mer has been spotted with two different female soldiers in Nescafe in the last 24 hours and what follows is a lengthy Spanish inquisition.
Just as the inquisition seems to have dragged on for too long without any logical conclusion, news arrives that X has just got a job. But Pongi crushes all cheer and hopes of demanding a party by recalling the rules of Treat Club, to which we swear allegiance.
The 1st RULE of Treat Club : You do not ask for a treat.
The 2nd RULE of Treat Club : You DO NOT ask for a treat.
The 3rd RULE of Treat Club: If someone says "no booze" or goes broke, taps out the treat is over.
The 4th RULE of Treat Club: Only two guys to an extra large pepperoni pizza and pitcher of beer.
The 5th RULE of Treat Club: One treat at a time.
The 6th RULE of Treat Club: No Vegeterian, no Chinese.
The 7th RULE of Treat Club: Treats will go on as long as Mer has not had his fill of cheesecake.
The 8th RULE of Treat Club: If this is your first night at TREAT CLUB, you HAVE to treat.
The mood is suddenly mellow as we realize rule 1 and 2 cannot be violated. But GrimReaper saves the moment by pointing out that Adidas should be currently attending the Ghazal Nite and not lurking around in this boring map, and everyone joins in the nuking as the normal mood of cheer and excitement returns.
It’s now close to 2 in the morning but that does not deter PappiSingh from being spotted in his towel, just out from his fifth bath of the day. (Now you know whom to curse the next time you are forced to use an unflushed toilet). Nor does this unearthly hour stop two friendly neighbourhood attachees, from Nil and Kumaon, respectively, from dropping in to check out a certain Vivid video creating waves on the LAN.
And GrimReaper has a party to attend at the Elite modeling school the next morning and Maddu has class as 8. And Shakti is apparently going to have a hangover tomorrow for he has been eloquently quoting Wordsworth for the past 20 minutes. And its now four in the morning and everyone clearly needs to sleep, but kya karen, UT pay jaana hai!!
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Impulsive
Thats what I am, impulsive. Quick to hope, quicker to dispair. Quick to love and to indifference (hatred is too strong to me). And this post too, an impulsive inspiration which deserted me as soon as I touched the keyboard. Now, i dont have a story to tell.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Stoned!!
Had decided that i would smoke grass once before i leave college. i did it today. in fact, am perfectly stoned right now. umpteen shots of vodka and as much grass as i could take. still after that i danced as well as i have ever done at the saturday midnight party we have at college. even danced with three girls and i don't think they would have been offended.
It's a day of firsts anyways. i bought my laptop and this post is being typed on that laptop.
All my drunkeness makes me think, is it a bad thing? No, i think not. not at all. i have been happy and bold, asked people to dance with an abandon that my sober soul hardly knows. i think this is good, heaven. world opinion be damned. and i am good enough to type out this post. god i wish this would last. but i am graduating early next year and then it would be all over. a thousand responsibilities, a mule under the yoke. sad human plight is, and we call it a career and a success. makes me laugh and cry out simultaneously.
What would i do if they allowed me to relive the last ten years of my life? I think i would become a perfect disgrace to my family. But i would not, my father would be too broken. Ah! there lies the chain with which i m tied to all, to the median path, to the standard, to oblivion.
Alas, I go to being the unknown citizen. How i would have loved ignonimony! ha ha
It's a day of firsts anyways. i bought my laptop and this post is being typed on that laptop.
All my drunkeness makes me think, is it a bad thing? No, i think not. not at all. i have been happy and bold, asked people to dance with an abandon that my sober soul hardly knows. i think this is good, heaven. world opinion be damned. and i am good enough to type out this post. god i wish this would last. but i am graduating early next year and then it would be all over. a thousand responsibilities, a mule under the yoke. sad human plight is, and we call it a career and a success. makes me laugh and cry out simultaneously.
What would i do if they allowed me to relive the last ten years of my life? I think i would become a perfect disgrace to my family. But i would not, my father would be too broken. Ah! there lies the chain with which i m tied to all, to the median path, to the standard, to oblivion.
Alas, I go to being the unknown citizen. How i would have loved ignonimony! ha ha
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Novels I Have Read- Part III
Do you take a little time to warm up when you write? I do. More on that later. To the novels now.
1. Diary of Anne Frank (2000): It is tough to belive that this book is the diary of a thirteen year old. Sweet book. Not for the intellect, but for the soul.
2. Heart of Darkness (2002): It is impossible to belive that the author wrote the book, ten years from the time he had his first brush with the language. The language, as I remember, is definitely a challenge. The book talks about White pioneers in Africs, of the white man's burden. Will have to re-read the book. This exercise is throwing up an unexpected benefit. I know which books I can and should re-read.
3. Tamas (2002): One of the two books I read as part of an Indan writing in english course. Talks of the communal tensions just prior to partition. Distinctly average book. The author came to address our class. next year he was dead. I had an autographed copy which some borrower never bothered to return.
4. Those Days (2002): The other book. Liked the book much more, much better told story. There are many love plots woven in a broad theme of the ills of Bengali society and its subsequent reform. The author is Sunil Gangoadhyay. His other book. first light is one which I will read on of these days.
5. Far from the madding crowd (2002): A simple romance by Thomas Hardy. A simple man and his fair maiden. Stuff of extremely naive dreams and crappy movies of the sixties. However the same story comes across much better in verse.
6. Ivanhoe (2002): A really old book, early 1830's I belive. Love and fighting. A gallant hero and a beautiful heroine.
7. Train to Pakistan (2002): I had heard so much about the book before reading it that expectations killed it. Frenzied hatred and inherent goodness of human soul set against the backdrop of partition is the theme.
8. Midnight Children (2002): The book began impressively well. Its a chronicle of India's progress from Independence to eighties. A lot of fantastic story telling which makes no attempt at sounding true at all. However, towards the end, it became well nigh impossible to follow the book. Left it incomplete
1. Diary of Anne Frank (2000): It is tough to belive that this book is the diary of a thirteen year old. Sweet book. Not for the intellect, but for the soul.
2. Heart of Darkness (2002): It is impossible to belive that the author wrote the book, ten years from the time he had his first brush with the language. The language, as I remember, is definitely a challenge. The book talks about White pioneers in Africs, of the white man's burden. Will have to re-read the book. This exercise is throwing up an unexpected benefit. I know which books I can and should re-read.
3. Tamas (2002): One of the two books I read as part of an Indan writing in english course. Talks of the communal tensions just prior to partition. Distinctly average book. The author came to address our class. next year he was dead. I had an autographed copy which some borrower never bothered to return.
4. Those Days (2002): The other book. Liked the book much more, much better told story. There are many love plots woven in a broad theme of the ills of Bengali society and its subsequent reform. The author is Sunil Gangoadhyay. His other book. first light is one which I will read on of these days.
5. Far from the madding crowd (2002): A simple romance by Thomas Hardy. A simple man and his fair maiden. Stuff of extremely naive dreams and crappy movies of the sixties. However the same story comes across much better in verse.
6. Ivanhoe (2002): A really old book, early 1830's I belive. Love and fighting. A gallant hero and a beautiful heroine.
7. Train to Pakistan (2002): I had heard so much about the book before reading it that expectations killed it. Frenzied hatred and inherent goodness of human soul set against the backdrop of partition is the theme.
8. Midnight Children (2002): The book began impressively well. Its a chronicle of India's progress from Independence to eighties. A lot of fantastic story telling which makes no attempt at sounding true at all. However, towards the end, it became well nigh impossible to follow the book. Left it incomplete
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Novels I Have Read-part II
Here begins my college sojourn. It would be very difficult to remember the choronology out here and the years i would give are approximate.
1. Atlas Shrugged (2001): The other epic of Ayn Rand, which is much more explicit about objectivism. however, for that very reason, I found it less enjoyable. It's a lot of theory and only a little a story.
2. Hundred years of solitude (2001): Magic realism, magic. This book introduced me to the writings of Gabriel garcia Marquez. The use of only two first names for all male characters in the book is what gives the book its character of stagnation but is, at the same time very confusing. However for people who want to read marques I wouldnt recommend this book as the starting point.
3. Love in the times of Cholera (2001): Best of the three Marquez books I have read and the one I will recommend for strangers to magic realism. However, this book is least representative of MArquez's patnt style of magic realism. Sometimes, but just as alcohol, its better that the introduction is small and mild.
4. A Portrait of the Artist as a young man (2001): Inspite of the fact that I can't remember the exact name of the book to save my life (goofed up in A interview) and the book was part of course reading, this is my favorite book. Introduced me to stream of consciousness, a style which appeals to me equally for its close imitation of reality and its complexity. Can't say that I can understand books written in this style completely, but still enjoy them a lot. These books are eminently re-readable, something which can't be said about too many books. Also, the description of the travails of growing up, and that too into something radical, is something I could understand. The irish setting exposed me to the hitherto unknown history of a new country, something thats never ceases to please me.
5. Lolita(2001): Don't shrug. Yes, the subject matter of the book is repulsive but this too was course reading. It is an example of experiments in modern fiction. Didn't enjoy the book that much. One last word, contrary to popular perception, there isn't much masala in this book.
6. A Clockwork Orange (2001): The third book I read as part of the same course, along with the two above. Even crazier that Lolita, this book by Anthony Burgees has been highly controverial in its time. The book is actually a thought experiment in my opinion and a rather intersting one. Rather sadly, I can't even remember the plot of the novel. Strange, very strange.
7. Grapes of Wrath (2001): Book by John Steinback, talks of poverty in America. Rather strange, you would think. But this was oklahoma, in times of depression. The book is a wonderful naration of how things go wrong with poor people.
8. Disgrace (2001): Award winning book by J.M koetzee, is about postb aparthied South Africa. Raises the question about historical retirbution and forms it can take. Distantly related to the reservation issue.
1. Atlas Shrugged (2001): The other epic of Ayn Rand, which is much more explicit about objectivism. however, for that very reason, I found it less enjoyable. It's a lot of theory and only a little a story.
2. Hundred years of solitude (2001): Magic realism, magic. This book introduced me to the writings of Gabriel garcia Marquez. The use of only two first names for all male characters in the book is what gives the book its character of stagnation but is, at the same time very confusing. However for people who want to read marques I wouldnt recommend this book as the starting point.
3. Love in the times of Cholera (2001): Best of the three Marquez books I have read and the one I will recommend for strangers to magic realism. However, this book is least representative of MArquez's patnt style of magic realism. Sometimes, but just as alcohol, its better that the introduction is small and mild.
4. A Portrait of the Artist as a young man (2001): Inspite of the fact that I can't remember the exact name of the book to save my life (goofed up in A interview) and the book was part of course reading, this is my favorite book. Introduced me to stream of consciousness, a style which appeals to me equally for its close imitation of reality and its complexity. Can't say that I can understand books written in this style completely, but still enjoy them a lot. These books are eminently re-readable, something which can't be said about too many books. Also, the description of the travails of growing up, and that too into something radical, is something I could understand. The irish setting exposed me to the hitherto unknown history of a new country, something thats never ceases to please me.
5. Lolita(2001): Don't shrug. Yes, the subject matter of the book is repulsive but this too was course reading. It is an example of experiments in modern fiction. Didn't enjoy the book that much. One last word, contrary to popular perception, there isn't much masala in this book.
6. A Clockwork Orange (2001): The third book I read as part of the same course, along with the two above. Even crazier that Lolita, this book by Anthony Burgees has been highly controverial in its time. The book is actually a thought experiment in my opinion and a rather intersting one. Rather sadly, I can't even remember the plot of the novel. Strange, very strange.
7. Grapes of Wrath (2001): Book by John Steinback, talks of poverty in America. Rather strange, you would think. But this was oklahoma, in times of depression. The book is a wonderful naration of how things go wrong with poor people.
8. Disgrace (2001): Award winning book by J.M koetzee, is about postb aparthied South Africa. Raises the question about historical retirbution and forms it can take. Distantly related to the reservation issue.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Novels I Have Read- Part I
I have often wanted to list down all the novels I have read. It will be useful in my old age. I will try to list them in the approximate order in which I read them but it might not be always possible. Also, will try to write a couple of sentences about what I remember from the book. So here I go:
1. A Tale of Two Cities (Class VIII): Marked as the beginning of my reading though I think I had read a few before this one. Set against the backdrop of the French revolution, it is a romance. This book will never have made Dickens a writer for children.
2. Little Women, Robinson Crusoe, White Fang, Wuthering Heights, Heidi and some more I don't remember(Class VII-VIII): All children books, all classics. I wouldn't have got anything else from my schoool library in a small town. Wuthering Heights impressed me most at that age. It's a story of kindness to a forsaken infant, of cruelty, of victory of good. Sadly, its the author's, Emily Bronte's, only book. I was in love with the author and the narrator for a while (I often had/have problems seperating the two).
3. War and peace (Class IX): I began reading serious stuff. To me, the book is nothing special even though its conseidered one of the two greats by Leo Tolstoy. The book's merit, I hink, lies in its recording of russian society of that time.
4. Anna Karenina (Class X): The second book by Tolstoy. While War and Peace is about public affairs too, this is more about family lives of the russian rich and not so rich.
5. Mother (Class IX): My favorite among the three russian novels I read in rapid succession. This novel is set against the growth of the socialist movement in Russia. Very effective narration of how common people, in factories, old women got into the revolution. Could be motivational/propaganda writing.
6. Sherlock Holmes (Class VIII-X): I read and re-read the entire collection. The plots, the thrill, the cool character of Mr. Holmes, lounging on the sofa at his 221, baker street lodgings, the descriptions of English coiuntryside and London: Mr. Holmes was my first hero.
7. Freedom at Midnight (Class IX): A wonderful account of the situation prevailing in our country just before independece through impartial eyes.
8. Fountain Head (Class IX-X): I read the book from cover to cover around seven times. The book was my favorite for many many years and I absolutely worshipped the character of Howard Roark right into the first year of college. An extremely well told story expounding the philosophy of objectivism. An interesting aside: Very aptly the author, Ayn Rand, was a russian who emigrated to USA.
My school readings in terms of serious literature ends with this. i also read Shakespeare's work, The Merchant of Venice, as part of course work but didn't find it very appealing.
1. A Tale of Two Cities (Class VIII): Marked as the beginning of my reading though I think I had read a few before this one. Set against the backdrop of the French revolution, it is a romance. This book will never have made Dickens a writer for children.
2. Little Women, Robinson Crusoe, White Fang, Wuthering Heights, Heidi and some more I don't remember(Class VII-VIII): All children books, all classics. I wouldn't have got anything else from my schoool library in a small town. Wuthering Heights impressed me most at that age. It's a story of kindness to a forsaken infant, of cruelty, of victory of good. Sadly, its the author's, Emily Bronte's, only book. I was in love with the author and the narrator for a while (I often had/have problems seperating the two).
3. War and peace (Class IX): I began reading serious stuff. To me, the book is nothing special even though its conseidered one of the two greats by Leo Tolstoy. The book's merit, I hink, lies in its recording of russian society of that time.
4. Anna Karenina (Class X): The second book by Tolstoy. While War and Peace is about public affairs too, this is more about family lives of the russian rich and not so rich.
5. Mother (Class IX): My favorite among the three russian novels I read in rapid succession. This novel is set against the growth of the socialist movement in Russia. Very effective narration of how common people, in factories, old women got into the revolution. Could be motivational/propaganda writing.
6. Sherlock Holmes (Class VIII-X): I read and re-read the entire collection. The plots, the thrill, the cool character of Mr. Holmes, lounging on the sofa at his 221, baker street lodgings, the descriptions of English coiuntryside and London: Mr. Holmes was my first hero.
7. Freedom at Midnight (Class IX): A wonderful account of the situation prevailing in our country just before independece through impartial eyes.
8. Fountain Head (Class IX-X): I read the book from cover to cover around seven times. The book was my favorite for many many years and I absolutely worshipped the character of Howard Roark right into the first year of college. An extremely well told story expounding the philosophy of objectivism. An interesting aside: Very aptly the author, Ayn Rand, was a russian who emigrated to USA.
My school readings in terms of serious literature ends with this. i also read Shakespeare's work, The Merchant of Venice, as part of course work but didn't find it very appealing.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Nature
On Friday, I took a bus from Mumbai to Ahmedabad. I got stuck in a traffic jam on a highway which lasted for well over three hours and the entire journey took fifteen hours instead of the normal nine. It ended up being a complete pain.
However before it went all wrong and while there was till light, the scenery was beautiful. Immediately after one leaves Mumbai, the lush green forests of the tip of the western ghats are all around. It has been raining heavily all over western India over the last four-five days and the might and flow of the streams was awe inspiring and beautiful. Beautiful in the way all things in health are. And then there were mountains. For a man, who has lived in the plains all his life in one or another part of the country, mountains will always be a thing of beauty and joy. I saw the sea the same day. Not the same beauty, not the same joy. Not the same heartstrings.
On a completely different note, talk of two books. Catcher in the Rye is a book I read quite late in life. I mean its a book for seventeen year olds, I read it when I was twenty two. Could empathesize with it in a way that i hadnt with any other book. And I also knew why. It touched the romantic in me. The other book is Fountain Head. I know its the favorite of a large number of people, perhaps more than any other book. I think its again due to the simplistic romance of the book. I read the book, earlier than most people. I was in standard nine when i read the book and for almost four years it was my bible, koran and gita rolled into one. I must have read the book atleast seven to eight times. As I grew up I realized that the book was rather simplistic in its interpretation of reality. Or was i being suckered into life just like people like Peter keating?
Lastly, my reading, all my life has had no pattern and now almost no existence. Its dead.
However before it went all wrong and while there was till light, the scenery was beautiful. Immediately after one leaves Mumbai, the lush green forests of the tip of the western ghats are all around. It has been raining heavily all over western India over the last four-five days and the might and flow of the streams was awe inspiring and beautiful. Beautiful in the way all things in health are. And then there were mountains. For a man, who has lived in the plains all his life in one or another part of the country, mountains will always be a thing of beauty and joy. I saw the sea the same day. Not the same beauty, not the same joy. Not the same heartstrings.
On a completely different note, talk of two books. Catcher in the Rye is a book I read quite late in life. I mean its a book for seventeen year olds, I read it when I was twenty two. Could empathesize with it in a way that i hadnt with any other book. And I also knew why. It touched the romantic in me. The other book is Fountain Head. I know its the favorite of a large number of people, perhaps more than any other book. I think its again due to the simplistic romance of the book. I read the book, earlier than most people. I was in standard nine when i read the book and for almost four years it was my bible, koran and gita rolled into one. I must have read the book atleast seven to eight times. As I grew up I realized that the book was rather simplistic in its interpretation of reality. Or was i being suckered into life just like people like Peter keating?
Lastly, my reading, all my life has had no pattern and now almost no existence. Its dead.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Tough times
Emotionally things have always been difficult for me. A short fuse means that blow ups are frequent. However, mostly there's very little powder behind the fuse. I don't know what to do. Decision making despite all the education hasn't become any easier at all. And about the only place where things have been straight forward for me has been education. Of course, its no mean grace but human beings are greedy organisms.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
When I was truly angry
However anger does not mitigate the truisms in any way.
1. A girl might be interested in you, she will visit your orkut profile 4 days in a row, you can catch her looking at you n times if you two happen to live on the same campus but the image of mother Mary, all modesty and virgintiy, will never make a move. All right., you, being the guy- the initiator of the species, go upto her and say Hello or write a scrap. Now the lady would play all cool, cool and confident in the knowledge that the game has been poached.
2. Ok, now you are on talking terms with a girl. Good, excellent. No, far from it. You are a suspect for being a serial molester and rapist. So what if you have good credentials, an egineering degree from one of the best colleges in the country, are studying in the best b school in the country. All that is very good, but so what, you criminal. And then the same girls get conned by the most stupid of con artists and get filmed on MMS videos, half naked and sucking some dirty dick.
3. Still you trudge on, valiant idiot that you are. She gives you hints that she would want to meet you; never actually saying anything mind you. Was Mother Mary dumb? I do not know but her present day incarnations sure are, in more ways than one. At least when they should be saying something sensible. Otherwise everyone of them claims to be chatterbox and then subsequently go on to prove he claim. So what do you ? You ask her out, right. And will she agree on the first occasion? A fat chance she will. She will give you excuses that will make your neighbours blood boil. It is so humiliating to be considered gullible enough to fall for such sorry excuses for an excuse.Only if you entreat and cajole in ever innovative ways, around a thousand times approximately, is there any chance of her agreeing.
4. So, you meet, one, twice, thrice. You tend to believe in all the romantic movies you have watched and the romantic novels you have read and treat her accordingly. Caring and gentle and considerate. In return you will be treated like bovine excreta. There you go.
5. Two things. The only thing that Manmohan Singh couldn't liberalize is the mindset of Indian girl. No, not quite, I rather think that its a liberization exercise gone heavily wrong. So our girls have started dressing radically and want to romance. But they want to romance with a perfect hedge to guard against any downside. But like any other hedge, the upside goes with the downside or you pay upfront for the option to get the upside. So all the sponatniety, charm and romance goes out of the window and two young adults are left with trying to salvage what is essentially a 'nipped in the bud' relationship. Second, women want men to be caring and considerate. I think by caring and consideration, women mean the behaviour they exhibit when they see a cute puppy. At least, thats what I have felt womanly care and consideration to be. They have no conception of what true consideration is, of guaging the other person's thoughts and feelings and being careful not to trod upon them with fish toe heeled shoes. But, then again, dogs and puppies don't think. They are happy with women and women are happy with them.
1. A girl might be interested in you, she will visit your orkut profile 4 days in a row, you can catch her looking at you n times if you two happen to live on the same campus but the image of mother Mary, all modesty and virgintiy, will never make a move. All right., you, being the guy- the initiator of the species, go upto her and say Hello or write a scrap. Now the lady would play all cool, cool and confident in the knowledge that the game has been poached.
2. Ok, now you are on talking terms with a girl. Good, excellent. No, far from it. You are a suspect for being a serial molester and rapist. So what if you have good credentials, an egineering degree from one of the best colleges in the country, are studying in the best b school in the country. All that is very good, but so what, you criminal. And then the same girls get conned by the most stupid of con artists and get filmed on MMS videos, half naked and sucking some dirty dick.
3. Still you trudge on, valiant idiot that you are. She gives you hints that she would want to meet you; never actually saying anything mind you. Was Mother Mary dumb? I do not know but her present day incarnations sure are, in more ways than one. At least when they should be saying something sensible. Otherwise everyone of them claims to be chatterbox and then subsequently go on to prove he claim. So what do you ? You ask her out, right. And will she agree on the first occasion? A fat chance she will. She will give you excuses that will make your neighbours blood boil. It is so humiliating to be considered gullible enough to fall for such sorry excuses for an excuse.Only if you entreat and cajole in ever innovative ways, around a thousand times approximately, is there any chance of her agreeing.
4. So, you meet, one, twice, thrice. You tend to believe in all the romantic movies you have watched and the romantic novels you have read and treat her accordingly. Caring and gentle and considerate. In return you will be treated like bovine excreta. There you go.
5. Two things. The only thing that Manmohan Singh couldn't liberalize is the mindset of Indian girl. No, not quite, I rather think that its a liberization exercise gone heavily wrong. So our girls have started dressing radically and want to romance. But they want to romance with a perfect hedge to guard against any downside. But like any other hedge, the upside goes with the downside or you pay upfront for the option to get the upside. So all the sponatniety, charm and romance goes out of the window and two young adults are left with trying to salvage what is essentially a 'nipped in the bud' relationship. Second, women want men to be caring and considerate. I think by caring and consideration, women mean the behaviour they exhibit when they see a cute puppy. At least, thats what I have felt womanly care and consideration to be. They have no conception of what true consideration is, of guaging the other person's thoughts and feelings and being careful not to trod upon them with fish toe heeled shoes. But, then again, dogs and puppies don't think. They are happy with women and women are happy with them.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Monsoon is the best season in India. Summers are excrusiating, winters mild and unremarkable, while spring disappears before you can say spring. Monsoon defines India. The season has romance. The breeze is cool and strong, and rains are always welcome. Alas, this time around I haven't been able to enjoy monsoons at all due to my ankle injury. And to think of it, this might be my last monsoons for some time to come. What a thought! But other countries would have their own special seasons. South east Asia also has its monsoons. Can they also tug as strongly on the heart strings?
I have always suffered from a propensity to over analyze. Given sufficient time, i can analyze anything ad nauseam. Why? I don't know. Thats not a good enough answer though. May be because I don't like uncertainty.
Another thing, people don't believe me. The general perception is that there's always more about me than what meets the eye. I have no idea where this comes from. In the begiining, this aura of cleverness was mildy ego-boosting but now its become a crisis. The constant knowledge that people suspect that you are not being your true self is both amusing and worrisome. Amusing because its so far from truth. Worrisome because it clearly points to a personality trait, since so many people think the same, including my parents, I suspect. Add to it the fact that I, on mu part, am very gullible. Perfect combo.
I have always suffered from a propensity to over analyze. Given sufficient time, i can analyze anything ad nauseam. Why? I don't know. Thats not a good enough answer though. May be because I don't like uncertainty.
Another thing, people don't believe me. The general perception is that there's always more about me than what meets the eye. I have no idea where this comes from. In the begiining, this aura of cleverness was mildy ego-boosting but now its become a crisis. The constant knowledge that people suspect that you are not being your true self is both amusing and worrisome. Amusing because its so far from truth. Worrisome because it clearly points to a personality trait, since so many people think the same, including my parents, I suspect. Add to it the fact that I, on mu part, am very gullible. Perfect combo.
Monday, July 03, 2006
This is how my intro on orkut has changed over time:
December 9, 2004, 2:00 A.M. Like to live life in terms of experiences and not in terms of points to be reached and reached. Am at peace with my deficiencies and would like to believe that I have grown out of my insecurities. Like to look for beauty and sweetness in life and believe me the quest hasnt been very easy so far.
March 25, 2006: Floater has ceased to be a descriptor for me. Ambition is the flavour of the season. But then, growing older by the day, my creaky limbs and weak eyes seek rest.
Use orkut as a means of looking into other people's lives (through scraps and pics) without inconveniencing them.
July 3, 2006. I am experiencing hitherto undiscovered levels of listlessness. I fear I am stagnating.
December 9, 2004, 2:00 A.M. Like to live life in terms of experiences and not in terms of points to be reached and reached. Am at peace with my deficiencies and would like to believe that I have grown out of my insecurities. Like to look for beauty and sweetness in life and believe me the quest hasnt been very easy so far.
March 25, 2006: Floater has ceased to be a descriptor for me. Ambition is the flavour of the season. But then, growing older by the day, my creaky limbs and weak eyes seek rest.
Use orkut as a means of looking into other people's lives (through scraps and pics) without inconveniencing them.
July 3, 2006. I am experiencing hitherto undiscovered levels of listlessness. I fear I am stagnating.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Beginning again
It's been almost an year since I wrote on this blog, or anywhere else for that matter except for coursework. for the last one year I was in the first year of the most gruelling b-school education atleast in India. Worked harder than I had ever done before, and did not give up inspite of two significant setbacks. Am proud of how i worked over the last year, not of anything that I achieved (which wasn't much), but how I worked, hard. Now it wasn't as much as some people, but I had always been lazy. And I think I have overcome that laziness now. There is defintely a sense of achievement.
The downside of it was that for one year, my life was in a way, suspended. There was one overwhleming theme and anything that made to push me away from the theme was brusquely put away, for fear that it might make me waver, might make me stop. I do not know whether what I did or what I would do for a few more years are correct. But I have taken a decision not to rethink everyday (something that was a habit of mine in IIT days), but to work on a decision and see how things pan out. Be a little patient.
In three hours I am leaving for Chennai to do my summer internship. Have to pack my comp anytime now.
The downside of it was that for one year, my life was in a way, suspended. There was one overwhleming theme and anything that made to push me away from the theme was brusquely put away, for fear that it might make me waver, might make me stop. I do not know whether what I did or what I would do for a few more years are correct. But I have taken a decision not to rethink everyday (something that was a habit of mine in IIT days), but to work on a decision and see how things pan out. Be a little patient.
In three hours I am leaving for Chennai to do my summer internship. Have to pack my comp anytime now.
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