27th august, 2104
So, here I am again with my periodical rants about how my life has been stagnant and/or boring, and to bore you readers again! (But then, you do have this option of not reading this and instead, surf the YouTube for cat videos or porn or TV series on Netflix, I’d advise to do the latter ones).
So to speak of it, the past couple of weeks have not been too pleasant. Hectic actually! But then, who doesn’t have a hectic week these days? It was tedious by all means of literary meaning, tiring and hardly of any good result. Moderate maybe! I’ve been bouncing off here and there…library, CBSE office, school (oh and when I say CBSE, please create a mental image of a slow creature, just like any government office in Delhi, or in the whole country!). It would have made sense if these trips were for me, but…what made sense was the visit to archives, that was necessary. Perils of dropping a year for your M.A; your parents, your relatives, your neighbors, their relatives all become the pseudo motivators to engage in some course for a short time. I am yet to figure out why the neighbors are so much concerned (yes, the nagging aunties I mean). Then there was this worst news, Robin Williams passed away! Well, death is obvious and, well you get the point, what really disturbed me was the fact that Mr. Keating committed suicide (that was shit!), but then, as my father says, the one who makes people laugh is the one who is shattered the most. Tears of a clown I guess.
To speak of the days in another aspect, the pujo month are near! The only month I look forward to for the whole year. Less than a month and I haven’t planned anything yet. Well, I guess it is for the better of things I guess! Whenever I plan things, so much so if the word crosses my mind, the whole universe conspires to fuck it up (ref. last year’s navami pujo). And then, there is another thing about the pujo, it has gained a new memory! Last year, something beautiful happened that helped me to understand the subtle things of life, like falling in love, and staying there, to smile alone when you are walking on the road and stuff like that. Since then, the pujo last year, I’ve been breathing full and my heart has been skipping beats. The monster of Frankenstein lives... (Pun intended).
There is so much going on around, its like living in a controlled chaos. And maybe, the chaos is the herald for the incoming peace. Maybe, I don’t know! I don’t want to.
Regards.
So, here I am again with my periodical rants about how my life has been stagnant and/or boring, and to bore you readers again! (But then, you do have this option of not reading this and instead, surf the YouTube for cat videos or porn or TV series on Netflix, I’d advise to do the latter ones).
So to speak of it, the past couple of weeks have not been too pleasant. Hectic actually! But then, who doesn’t have a hectic week these days? It was tedious by all means of literary meaning, tiring and hardly of any good result. Moderate maybe! I’ve been bouncing off here and there…library, CBSE office, school (oh and when I say CBSE, please create a mental image of a slow creature, just like any government office in Delhi, or in the whole country!). It would have made sense if these trips were for me, but…what made sense was the visit to archives, that was necessary. Perils of dropping a year for your M.A; your parents, your relatives, your neighbors, their relatives all become the pseudo motivators to engage in some course for a short time. I am yet to figure out why the neighbors are so much concerned (yes, the nagging aunties I mean). Then there was this worst news, Robin Williams passed away! Well, death is obvious and, well you get the point, what really disturbed me was the fact that Mr. Keating committed suicide (that was shit!), but then, as my father says, the one who makes people laugh is the one who is shattered the most. Tears of a clown I guess.
To speak of the days in another aspect, the pujo month are near! The only month I look forward to for the whole year. Less than a month and I haven’t planned anything yet. Well, I guess it is for the better of things I guess! Whenever I plan things, so much so if the word crosses my mind, the whole universe conspires to fuck it up (ref. last year’s navami pujo). And then, there is another thing about the pujo, it has gained a new memory! Last year, something beautiful happened that helped me to understand the subtle things of life, like falling in love, and staying there, to smile alone when you are walking on the road and stuff like that. Since then, the pujo last year, I’ve been breathing full and my heart has been skipping beats. The monster of Frankenstein lives... (Pun intended).
There is so much going on around, its like living in a controlled chaos. And maybe, the chaos is the herald for the incoming peace. Maybe, I don’t know! I don’t want to.
Regards.
