Friday 13 June 2008

Snail's faster

I'm one of the happiest persons in the world right now to experience the renewed fastness of my computer. I had even named her 'snail' owing to her very special characteristics of working at a horribly slow pace. But, now both of us have something to cheer about. She won't get whacked and I will have a more pleasant stay in the virtual world. She will finally stop hanging herself in what I believe are her dire attempts at suicides. And, how I would quash all those efforts with a simple Ctrl+Alt+Del. Now she is 256 MB faster, which is equivalent to getting a face-lift done at 50, considering her age and ways of life. I can already see her beaming with confidence.
She's even allowing me to listen to some great metal music without asking me to shut all operations by choosing 'End Program'. I like the experience and shall savour it till my snail comes back to what she was best known for - being slow!
I'm happy for snail. I'm sure she's happy for me!

Wednesday 11 June 2008

Missing and all that

There are quite a lot of things happening with life as of now - new job, new people, newspaper (!), queer work times - which means a lot of adaptation. I don't know whether I completely like my job or not. It's not bad, so to say. But it doesn't give me the cheap thrills that college gave. I can't say what it was that college gave, that made it so special. Maybe it was the people, maybe the schedule, maybe the way I lead life. There was an awesome level of comfort, something I have never found elsewhere. So, this post is about that - how much I miss college, Wilson College, and how difficult it is becoming to get over it.
I miss the ancient Victorian structure, and the lovely beach that faces it.
I miss the walks on the beach whenever there was a free/off lecture.
I miss the experience of the last benches.
I miss my pretty, very pretty friends.
I miss my ugly enemies.
I miss my teachers, the ones who didn't know even one tenth of what I know (or so I'd like to believe!)
I miss Sudhakar Solomonraj or Suddhu as we like to call him, who knew everything there was to know.
I miss his hand-outs, the songs he played.
I miss the Nature Club.
I miss the Nature Club's annual exhibitions that meant a week's sleeplessness.
I miss the Nature Club treks, which I would like to believe are the best treks in the world.
I miss the festivals, which needed so much work to be done.
I miss the Principal's inane speeches.
I miss abusing the 'system'.
I miss going against the authorities.
I miss the canteen that served 'Wilson samosas', the only item on the menu that I liked.
I miss whiling away time in classrooms.
I miss staring out of the class window into nothingness.
I miss the running late for lectures (though there weren't many that I walked in late for).
I miss the hearty laughs over some stupid joke.
I miss the projects.
I miss the fights that they ensued.
I miss the films we made.
I miss 'The Clarion', our fortnightly newsletter which helped me make some friends for life.
I miss the class-drinking sessions.
I miss the class fights.
I miss the industrial visits.
I miss the hostel, Pandita Ramabai Hostel, and the people there.
That's a long list of things I miss.
Seems like I've been in love, and getting over this love is not only difficult for me but also seemingly impossible. I really wish I could turn back time and re-visit the three lovely years and keep playing it back and forth. Seriously.
Signing off with a heavy heart.

Return to the virtual world

Ah well! It's been almost a couple of months that I have been active in the blogosphere. (and when I have finally decided to, my niece here isn't too happy with me doing what I am doing. So she insists on reading every word, as I type. She's a fool! HA! She read that too! Anyway, I am trying really hard to ignore her.) It's getting difficult to make sense while there's a pesky little kid beside you trying to annoy the fuck out of you!
So, I shall put up something that makes some sense later in the day. Bye for now.
P.S.: What a return!