09th September 2015.
I actually started with an assignment, but as it seems, I ended
up here! Oh well…
So how are my obnoxious readers doing these days, apart from
following their heads ramming right into the pathetic perplexities of their
trivial lives? Well, I assume everything is fine, provided that I haven’t got
any news from the world outside.
Aaaaanywhoooo! So, I might have promised that I would be
quite frequent in my writings here, but I see that I am nowhere near writing anything
apart from my assignments on analyzing and critiquing the ideas of nationalism
in India. Next will be providing a view on E.H Carr’s idea of human agency and…
well, I suppose those are just quaint details. The days are tiring; classes are
filled with sleepy eyes and sands from previous night, followed by cups of
coffee and abuses against the eminent scholars who lent the ideas on various
socio political issues round the world. Well, I try not to cuss, but I find
vanity in that, concealing my own ineptness and inability to perceive things at
one go. Suddenly, I am reminded of Kafka Diaries, where he says, and I quote “my
education has done great harms to me in some respect…” forgive me if I quoted
it wrong, for look at the ungodly hour, and I am still trying to figure out
what am I going to write, if not indulged in the various movies (Oldboy, Chef,
Dr. Strangelove and some x rated movies), when I should be actually reading.
But I would be doing a great injustice to my faculty and
other things, if I say that I am not in a good position. For as much abject
cynicism I try to impose on the new academia and the syllabi I am involved in, I
might assure me and maybe those who are vella
enough to read this that amidst all this phantasmagoria (not really) there are occurrences
and events that are proving rather useful or perhaps what people call ‘fun’. Like,
for example, being a member of a Literature Society, that too being a core
member for the upcoming events is challenging and sublime at the same time. Wait,
sublime? Okay, maybe not, but I cannot
find any other word. Try exuberant! Sure, challenging and exuberant!
What else? Well, there is another thing, a very hush-hush thing!
Not an NSA level stuff, but it’s important! Or so I have been led to believe. Suffice
to say, it has me made to take my old dabba
camera out of the box and my writing “skills” might be put to a test. Taking out
the camera wasn’t a very bright idea, some photographs can bring out things you
have tried and put in a box, burying it under a willow tree. Reminded me of Gulzar
when I was going through the photographs or rather one singular piece of moment
captured in a digitized frame, main cigarette
toh nahi peeta, par har aane jaane wale se maachis puch leta hoon. Aisi kai
cheezein hain jinhe phoonk dena chata hoon! One photo and a sher… WAH! Funny
how history teaches you to connect things!
So such is the banality of my trivial life. No, not trivial.
I cannot say my life is trivial; it is more of a journey to an endless vista
with a madman’s color palette! Somewhat like Van Gogh or Dali! (Forgive me o
great masters!)
Well, before I finish this madman rant, I must apologize to
an old and dear friend of mine. Why here? Because it was one of my stupid
writings only which had somewhat wounded a heart, it is only better if I apologize
through the same. For wounding hearts and besmirching a soul is never my
intention, unlike some! So, apologies, unreserved and unconditional! And to
another, have a good life, you earned it (do meet sometimes, I have something
for you).
Regards my lovely idiots!
Love to all and one!
