Tuesday, March 23, 2010

These havent been the best of times.to cut down on the melodrama, let me tell you that these have been the most blah times.much like in Waiting For Godot, nothing happens in my life either. ofcourse this "nothing" has nothing to do with the existentialist, intellectual "nothing" that fills up our texts.
If life really was meaningless and futile, I would definitely like to celebrate this futility and not rot indoors by coughing my guts out.
I really feel like travelling-not the hills,not the seas but somewhere historic. Say Rome, Greece or even Orchha.there's a beautiful feeling in touching sculptures or ancient walls...it's like touching the stone but running your fingers through the volumes of stories the stones have to say.you almost want to press your ears to these stones and listen to them, as they sometimes whisper or sometimes break into some quaint song.i want to relive that weird churning in the stomach that occurs each time i enter some old palace or castle (what is the difference,anyway?) it's a feeling that almost makes you believe that you have been there before-maybe as some servant or the princess' parakeet or maybe the Queen herself!
Oh i ramble on, like i do every time my exams are approaching. maybe i should just settle for a life in Seattle-in some apartment where i'll just sit and watch sitcoms...and perhaps,get fatter and fatter. Atleast that way, i dont need to rake through my brains when i need to write four page long answers to what "nothing" means.

p.s: talking of stones that talk, the picture is of the shore temple at Mahabalipuram-one of the few places that i visited alone.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Because I believe in Yesterday...

What do you say when you know you wont ever be back in that room again-the six or seven of us (a little high) watching the video which started it all.yes i talked only so that i wouldnt cry but ended up crying all the same.
It's hard to imagine days when i dont need to walk in through those gates into the red building that faintly smells of shampoo all the time, that lights up in the sunlight like few other buildings do, that watch on as girls walk in and women walk out...year after year.
Yes i have walked down corridors in rage shouting expletives at this building but it took me in each time it rained and i needed a shade.i might not have fallen down running in this building but it has surely added a certain amount of confidence in my walk.it has made me realise things i never would've understood otherwise, it has made me read of worlds i didnt know existed.
From the wide eyed fresher,through the striking second year to the crying final year,i have come a long way and it is time now to take a bow.
here's to you-each one of you-who is a part of the Class of 2010,LSR (specially the Department of English).
Thank you for these three years.Thank you for being you.
Because my world will never be the same again.