More posts expected soon!

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.

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.

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!

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…

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?

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

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!

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.