I’m back!

Phew! I’m so glad to be alive. Midsems were a real pain, though most went smoothly. Am going home next Friday (hurray!) for two weeks, so though of catching up on blogosphere.

More posts expected soon!

Let’s roll

This is how I plan to divide my time during the next five days. Though I’ve set aside 8 hours for studying, this can be pushed higher if I study in the classroom as well. For that, of course, I’ll have to neglect what’s being taught. So who’s complaining?

However, till date, none of my plans have worked. I always let it slip. But then, I’m not giving up this time. I plan to start out with Thermo today, and hopefully finish it. It’s a scoring subject (read: the Prof is generous), and so I must make sure I’m ready with it. The class notes seem to be sufficient, though I might practice a few problems on my own. Next up, I’ll pounce upon Math, my Achilles’ heel. It almost became my nemesis in the third semester, but not this time. I intend to concentrate on the class notes, which seem to be sufficient for midsems (I’m sorry Princess, but there ain’t much time to fall in love with math now… though I have made peace with it).

Well, I haven’t planned further, but from then on, it’ll have to be a mix of Production, Geology, and Etech. Next weekend will have to be devoted to Etech, I think, and Math. From then on, it should be smooth sailing… which is something I haven’t done in a while. I wish to be confident on the eve of the exams. I wish to be content, and not be in a desperate frame of mind. And I know I can do it. And I know somebody else wants me to as well. So who’s stopping me now? Only my own will-power, if at all anything.

I’m a mess; er… was

The last weekend was ultra-hectic. I had to shift to another hostel; though that is something I really wanted to do. The one I was living in sucks if we compare the two. What followed was bigtime moving stuff around. Rearranging everything in the new room was one heck of a job. But I pulled it off. Only that it took the entire weekend.

Anyway, do not expect too many posts till month-end. Exams hovering above my head, and I’m still in murky waters; have plenty of time, though.

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Disdain

>Class of sedimentary geology is scheduled from 8 to 9 am.
>Author remains hopelessly occupied from 7 to 8 am.
>Classroom is filled by five minutes past 8.
>Author eats breakfast leisurely till quarter past 8.
>Author reaches classroom at 8.30, but doesn’t enter, rather contemplates.
>Prof starts the roll call at 8.55 while looking down at the attendance log.
>Author grabs the opportunity and stealthily enters via the back door.
>Author answers attendance call, is marked present.

Thus the title of the post. Now honestly, I don’t mean to insult any of my teachers (though most of them are more of dummies), but I simply love to do this kind of stuff. But today was my most daring venture. Yes, I’ve slipped out of the class after answering my attendance on previous occasions (the Princess will kill me for this), but walking into an hour-long lecture 55 minutes late by taking advantage of the fact that the teacher is looking down at the attendance log is something I’ve never done before.

Was hopelessly occupied from 7 to almost 8.55 am; though was completely dressed. Now, I could’ve skipped breakfast and gone to class straightaway, in which case I would’ve been on time. But then, I wasn’t exactly allowed to skip the meal. Still, I could’ve managed to eat breakfast at break-neck speed, and walk into the classroom about 10 minutes late, which is passé. But instead, I chose to enjoy my breakfast, and accompanied it with a generous dose of tea. Then I walked slowly to class, and reached there around 8.25 am.

Now obviously, I couldn’t have entered the classroom legally; the teacher would’ve probably scolded me off. Maybe he would’ve developed a personal enmity with me as well… duh, I’m being weird. Anyway, it was certain I had to slip in. Initially I felt like abandoning it, as I had a pretty good attendance in that subject. But my previous brushes with attendance combined with an urge to do something bold egged me on. And as the backbenchers witnessed in amazement, I entered, and in five minutes, I had officially attended an hour-long lecture.

Heh!

Switching themes, etc

I finally decided I’d had enough of the Fjords theme, and shifted to Fadtastic. Though initially it seemed like Fjords was the most beautiful theme ever designed (I even visited the creator’s webpage), I slowly grew sick of it. That was because it tended to shift the focus away from the posts, and towards the widgets. And my initial enthusiasm towards adding more and more widgets (for which there was endless space, given the three sidebars) finally made way for the realization that my blog was becoming more of a webpage and less of a vent to my thoughts, what with all that clutter.

As an afterthought, I think this was more of an act of boredom on my part. That’s because whenever I apply a new theme, my blog looks more beautiful than ever. Sometimes I find myself staring at my own blog, admiring it. This, of course, is accompanied by an increased enthusiasm to blog. But soon the initial euphoria fades away, and I start disliking the very theme I thought was here to stay for good. It’s safe to assume I’ll soon start disliking Fadtastic as well, and switch to a new theme. And I’m pretty sure most everybody in the blogosphere would’ve had similar experiences.

Which forces me to ponder what stagnation does to our lives. Every new thing – be it a blog theme, an acquisition, a literary expedition – seems to have a honeymoon period attached to it. During this period of time, an individual derives a great deal of satisfaction (or happiness, as the case may be) from it. A new car is like a baby to its owner; even a scratch on the windshield seems to be unbearable. After a year or so though, taking care of the car becomes more of a liability, fuelled only by the amount of money spent on it. When I read Paulo Coelho’s masterpiece, The Alchemist, I felt it had changed my life forever, that I had embarked upon a journey of self-discovery, and that I was going to sculpt a new me. Few days later though, life was back to normal (read mundane), replete with ups and downs. The honeymoon period was over.

It is human nature to tire of old belongings. Most of the times, it is but quite harmless. But what happens when stagnation creeps into our personal lives? It is well established that boredom is one of the major roadblocks in long-term relationships, and I don’t wish to delve into the how’s and why’s of that. Couples who initially think they have a wonderful bond, which they wish to continue forever, end up saying they weren’t made for each other in the first place. I only wonder if it is totally impossible for a pair to keep the flames of desire burning for a lifetime. Two people who cease to exist as separate entities, and become one. Who realize that getting used to each other is not boredom, rather it is something much more beautiful. Someday, I wish to see such a pair.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall…

voila!

wondering of the decreasing frequency of this guy’s blog posts? there ain’t a single reason to answer that… though can give you some hints… he’s a trifle occupied with his academics – he wants to study to gain knowledge, real bad ( read desperate )…

he plans to give time to his blog some time from now, though right now, he’s absolutely focussed, as focussed as he could be… the spread of his mental concentration on the plane containing topics almost tends to zero… just acads, acads and acads…

so forgive him – he’s definitely gonna come back and entertain you guys and give a lot to think about once the time is right…

sunshine: ahem-ahem! Princess, have you been moving things around out here?

That’s enough

I’ve had it. No more of this. Tomorrow will be a new day. I’ll get back to studying, and blogging, and basically being myself to the fullest. It isn’t a bad time to up the ante five weeks clear of exams.

Afterthought: this tomorrow bullshit won’t get me anywhere. I’d rather move things about now.

Carried away

Why can’t I keep blogging? Why do I have to stick to doing only one thing at a time?

I’ll tell you what’s been happening for the past week. I decided to go full throttle with academics. So I ended up being in the library for as long as I could, and when I came back, I wagered I wasn’t in a mood to blog, so I played video games on my computer. Cricket, to be precise (now that I don’t have the guts to play it on field, I do so at my desk). And then it was dinner time, and I was too lazy to either study or blog, so I ended up stagnating.

Aarghh!

Torrid times ahead

I’ve finally decided to shake things up big-time. It’s been a month since classes began, and I have already developed backlogs. But I’ve had enough.

It’s my choice if I want to make my life busy or keep it free. And I choose the former. I’ll keep blogging, though, but that’s about it.

For the record

First of all, apologies for not posting. But life’s been too much of a rollercoaster since last weekend. Extremely sad one minute, happy as ever the next.

Friday night was a historic one for me. I had just had a major fight, which was followed by a major patch-up, which was further accompanied by major euphoria (fights can really bring two people closer, if executed in the proper manner). I was online the entire night (doing important work). Before I knew it, the birds had started chirping, and dawn broke soon. It was the first time in my life that I hadn’t slept between dusk and dawn.

However, I figured out I’d have to sleep sometime during the day to make up for it. Interestingly, I managed to keep my eyes open all through, before my body finally fell to melatonin (the sleep-inducing hormone) around 8.45 on Saturday night. Given that I woke up on Friday at around quarter past five in the morning, that makes it 38.5 hours of insomnia.

Not bad, really.

Update: Seems like I’ve lost my mind. Damn right, Princess, it is 39.5.

Things aren’t always what they seem

No, they aren’t. And that’s all I wish to say.

What to do?

I’m overweight, though not heavily. But I simply have to lose extra flab. Trouble is: I simply don’t know how to do it. There are too many options, and too little time.

If I go on a diet, it’ll be easy on my schedule. I’d be able to carry on with 5 hours of sleep a night, and won’t lose much time. However, it’s something I don’t wish to do, and considering the kind of food they serve here in the hostel (oil, oil, and more oil), there isn’t a fraction of a chance I’ll be able to pull it off.

The second option is cardios. For that, I have to get up around 6 in the morning. Not that I can’t get up at 6 am, but I simply cannot go to sleep as early as midnight . But it seems to be a far better option, as it’ll get me into shape in a much healthier way than dieting. But that also chops off about an hour from my day. Plus I’ll probably sleep more.

Last, but not the least, is going to the gym. It’s free for us, so there aren’t any economic considerations. However, it’ll require the same amount of time as would option number 2; and I doubt anything can beat cardios in efficiency.

Do I really want to lose weight?

In my inbox today

Here’s a message I recieved from my cellphone service provider this morning:

To love without condition,
To talk without intervention,
To give without reason,
To care without expectation…
Is the heart of a true relation

So true.

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