it happens

people say shit happens to common people. i had my doubts......
i slept late last night as i had planned to skip office today. dad woke me up at 8.30am and advised me otherwise. after much pondering over the subject i finally got out of bed at 10 and was ready for the day by 10.40am. skimmed through the paper, drank boiling hot milk, scalded my gums and then fell asleep on the easy chair for a while. suddenly i realised i had an office to go to, i started from home.
an auto nearly hit me as i crossed the outer ring road and finally boarded the bus to the first change point. as usual, the seats were all occupied and i managed to stand on one leg with my right arm holding firmly the horizontal iron rod at the top. after a couple of tries, my neck was finally above the mesh of arms and shoulders and sweat scented arm pits and felt the "fresh" air going to my lungs. i was carried by the moving crowd down the bus at my stop and crossed the road to board another bus.

all buses that came my way were jam packed and i decided to take a Volvo. well, there was not an a.c. bus in sight for the next 15mins. so i boarded the common bus and made adequate space for myself near the door. no more than 10 seconds had passed when i realised the sudden emptiness of my pocket in my trousers. phew, i had lost my phone. i checked the floor if i had dropped it, asked many of my co passengers about it, successfully requested many to turn their pockets out, unsuccessfully requested some to turn their pockets out(all i got was a flick on the shoulder warning me not to pursue it) but all in vain. my phone is lost. it had been with me since the day i started using one. well, i thanked myself i had written my cousin's phone number in my diary. i was a bit shaken but i kept my cool. i was not frustrated.

i reached my office only to be told by the receptionist that the person whom i report to was on leave and i was free. now i was frustrated.
well, "it happens" as i used to say. many of my friends wondered how not common i was, i guess you all have your answers now. shit happens to common people. i am a common man.........

yawn……

some days are just not worth it.  eat ,sleep repeat!

end sems are are right on my head and here i am whiling  the weekend away.  some times the weather's too good to study and sometimes its too bad.  i’d started reading “ a hundred years of solitude” and even that was thrown away. the more i think of studying the more i feel dizzy !( if the administration reads this, i’m  BODied!)

i should be placed in the planning commission-they only make the plans, executing them is none of their business.

i slept at 6 am today. the clouds were all that was in the sky. some of them were brightly  illuminated  by the sun. it was awesome.  i woke up at about 2.30pm. it was drizzling! the cool breeze  that went through the hair, the rain drops that fell on the face- cool and refreshing. i was on the roof of the hostel and it felt like the top of the world! all that left me wondering why i’m not  of the kind that live in poems…….

phew…i have a lot of submissions for tomorrow plus a viva. lets get dizzy again!

"move up, you must"

many a time there comes a day that shakes your very roots. you dont fall, you regain your strength and fight back. you reach higher than the last time-adaptation as darwin had called.

this nimbus i felt the same. i had slept through the first half of the first day and couldnt participate in any event. i was busy in the second half as i was a member of the core team. the second and third days also went by and all i could participate in was a quiz by the ece dept. on the final day, during the prize distribution ceremony ,for a change, i started to look back on my life and finally after straining my head to the hilt(remembering things gives me headaches) i concluded i've wasted most my life sleeping. that was the day i resolved not to sleep more than 6.5 hrs a day.

when i had come to college a couple of years ago, i had a planned everything out. plain laziness had made me dormant. dejected and sad, i went to bed that day but couldnt sleep. the pangs of remorse of not utlising most of my time were eating me from inside. that was the time i made my plans again. i figured out how i was going to spend the next 2 yrs at college. "when i pass out i dont want to look back and see myself whiling time away."
then i slept like a baby. i woke up early the next day. had all my meals and then sat down to work.
every birthday i take a new resolution. there are a few of them on which i'm yet to start. this sem and those yet to come, i'll make them reality.

this sem i'll study and prove myself correct. this sem i wont waste time. this sem i'll work!
"move up, you must."

it's a strange strange world!

i some times wonder what motivates people to do what they do. is it out of fear or quest for knowledge or experience or something even more abstract and unknown to me?

we had performed 8 experiments in our soil mechanics lab and i had written a couple in my journal. my file had been so since 5 weeks. every Thursday our prof. used to threaten us with hints of correcting it and marking it the next time. many a time i had borrowed files of my classmates to make another copy of a copy of a master copy. then the hunt for a pencil and a pen began (never mind the eraser, i hate the sight of those crumbs of rubber all over the desk/bed). All was in vain."kuch ni hota" was all i used to think and went to sleep every wednesday night. its so strange that when you don't need the stationery, the shop is always open and when you would give any price for a plastic sharpener, it's always closed. Many a time i managed to find a pencil too but the want of a sharpener made the last half an hour long adventure useless.

yesterday i got to know that today every ones practical files would be corrected and that a viva voce would also be conducted. last night with little will and sleepy eyes i sat down finally to complete my journal after tirelessly hunting for the master copy till l2.30am. with a heavy heart and the sight of my room mate sleeping i updated everything. i had manged to find a pencil of half the normal length and a sharpener. i made all the diagrams and completed the pencil work and even plotted many graphs. i had sharpened the pencil to a length that even the smallest of hands would find too short to work with. i had noted a couple of readings wrong and had drawn a few diagrams on the wrong pages. since i didn't have the luxury of an eraser i went for a long hot bath (i call them full course baths)at 5.20 am and was in bed by 6 am.
i woke up late today and almost missed the first class. i had a feeling that its not the day for a viva or correction. when everyone studied for it, i slept in the 3 hr long break.
and lo! even the practical was not conducted today! I'm psychic!
you are walking on the road and suddenly you think of a name of the person who's walking behind you. some times you look back to confirm who it is and 80 percent of the times its right! it does send shivers up my spine!!

i don't want to think about tomorrow. god only knows if I'll have faint dreams or unforgettable nightmares!

Mine is here!!

"yours is here."
every day in the newspaper i used to read this line below the dell logo. i wondered when the ad will refer to me. the wait is finally over! i wasnt entitled to a laptop in the first sem. the second and third sems were all about plain laziness!
the fourth sem is turning into a productive one! when i didnt have a laptop i craved for one. now when people ask me how do i feel about it, all i can say is yeah...feels gud....err....u knw how one feels after buying a laptop......

i was excited though on the first day. i had sprinted all the way from admin block to gate 2 to collect the package. it didnt last long...

but it did save me from utter boredom this weekend. almost all of my batchmates are home. this sem home is a distant dream for me thanks to the attentive profs who count heads when calling out roll numbers when i'm in the comfort of my bed.
its a blessing in disguise though. the weekend is mine! i have time to introspect and to sleep! i've been told by many of my friends to write a book. i thought about that too! (dnt get too excited i thought of a name, the contents are still a mystery!) assignments and practical files are being completed now!

YAY! mine is here and i'm content!
Happy HOLI!!

Not my cup of tea

People change, i am no exception. There was once a time when i used to think blogs are for adults. "Not my cup of tea", thats what i used to say to many a people-friends, seniors and even my own brother. But here i am writing it myself! My very  first..... 

Finally the feeling that i am an adult has started to sink in. Phew... time flies...and it does really fast! I used to think ideas dont change nor the mindset of people. I thought wrong. In my case, they did.....i hope this continues as a tradition. I wish i had started writing this earlier! This missed my first semester! I can only console myself at the thought....well begun is half done!