TGIF!!!

Long bad day melting into a dream. Thats what the present is all about. Am using dad's brand new laptop, and ummmmah. I just can't stop ogling at it. Yeh, yeh i know. I KNOW! Lappys have been around a long time, but if you don't feel good when you use one as your own for the first time, get your nervous system checked!

Day was pretty bad considering classes. Last night the crushing news that resulted in me cancelling my plans to join the Booze Bash for a 3 day weekend celebration loomed largely over all my classes today. I attended every single one of them in a total state of mental revolt. It couldn't have gotten crueler. Everything was PERFECT. We were supposed to be having the day off cause of Janmashtami. All evening was spend in this mental state of complete and utter bliss. The feeling of tonnes of load being lifted off the self. And then i saw the HP's notice - "Classes to be held as usual".

Anyways long story short. Day was pretty bad as long as I was in the village. But it doesn't end there. I boarded the Ispat for home. Making my month end trip to ... well, collect my monthly allowance. This being the end of a month. Also to know that there be food that can taste good. And there be mom to cook the chicken.

The trains stopped by at Andul cause apparently "heavy" rains had thrown the Indian Railways out of gear and trains weren't reaching Howrah. They were piling up one behind the other along the way. Amazing how easily the Indian Railways succumb to the Indian Monsoons slightest whims and fancies. Anyways, got off at Santragachi, took a bus to Rabindra Sadan and walked in front of Nandan under the flyover heading for the Metro Sation.




Am back home after a long and tiring journey. The night is going to be a loong and pleasant one. I have borrowed a friends digicam. So lesse, maybe i'll post a few pics too. But for now, my time is up. Its dreamtime for me now!

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I Am and I Am Not

I’m tied up
in the prison
which has yet to exist

Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate

Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk

Not having entered
the battlefield
I’m already wounded and slain

I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality

Like the shadow
I am
And
I am not

-Jalalud'din Rumi

stuck in multiple moments

A 10 day hiatus. I guess its been the biggest break ever. It's one of those phases when your mind falls out of rhythm and well... i really don't know why.

News from the village: convocation weekend this. A whole lotta seniors dropping in. A whole lotta treats and a whole lotta booze- a pretty fruitful weekend. The funny feeling that came flooding into my head was that four years back this same place welcomed these guys with banners all over campus. "IIT Kharagpur welcomes successful JEE candidates". Four years down the line it bids them goodbye. The people coming in are guys straight out of school. Blue eyes filled with dreams. Four years down the line the person you see leaving the campus is SUCH a different individual in so many ways. The realization that four/five years of college here makes such a lot of difference seeped into my head in a very big way.

The weekend gave every wing in every hostel their own copy of Scholars' Avenue. The first issue of this semester. Do follow the link provided on the right hand side of this page under the links section. Scholars Avenue is the campus newspaper capturing incidents in kgp-land. For anyone related to the village the paper provides insightful information with regards to happenings in the student community here. For those not related to the village, you are most welcome to browse through the site.

The weekend had two people celebrate a month of magic, one person leave the country for higher education and I for one found solutions to economic problems in the personal sphere.

It rained here today. And after a post lunch match of tt with lance we walked into our top floor wing to be greeted by the overpowering smell of tulsi pata. The dark sky with the wet, green canopy of trees in the foreground looks stunningly beautiful.

This shall be it for the present...

weekend approaching!

Quitting the village after 3 weeks for home. Kolkata after a long time.

Not exactly looking forward to be back home. For one theres a lot of work that could've been done over the weekend in the village. A lot of leftover stuff from the heavy heavy week. But i guess the change can recharge my batteries. An influx of money into the Monthly Allowance department.



...Later.... from home

My telephone has of late grown two wings and an attitude to boot. It has become extremely unpredictable and has hung up on me at least thrice while I’ve been trying to finish the post.

Saturday: Spent in soaking up Kolkata in all its quirky and endearing ways. Went off to buy some books from College Street. The craziness and bustle inside these small shops is maddening. Thankfully I was at my boisterous best today and so managed to get my books pretty quickly. No place for the meek, this.

The pleasant surprise came when, while sipping coffee, I spotted DD walking along the road in front of the shop I was in. I ran out and shouted for him. Unexpected it was for him too. Sadly we couldn’t sit down for a good bhaat over coffee since both he and I were running low on time. But the incident put a pleasant thought in my head. Realized that I may actually be travelling with some fellow-blogger I know very well over in the blogworld but a stranger in the real one.

Afternoon ended with a massive meal at a griha-prabesh invitation I had to attend close to the JUDE para. Stuffed myself with ilish maach and patha’r mangsho. Am pretty full for two full meals now, and that because my normally in-form digestive system is a little out of sync with three long weeks of disillusionment over mess “food”. I take every opportunity like this to stuff myself up completely cause I’m pretty much a foodie. And as a pretty-much foodie you’re supposed consider meals like these to be the last ones you’ll ever have.
Most amazingly I found the weather to be absolutely fab today. A journey to and from College Street is always made uncomfortable with the sweat and grime and the shirt-sticking-to-your-skin feeling. The sweat being absent made all the difference today. Actually I love being back in the city more.