She is such a buzzkill.

So just after I posted the last post, this happened.

So anyway, that is Chinar. She is a thing. If you are from my college, you already know her. If not, you really need to know her.

Dejected

Tired from the world, he sought refuge.

Kept running from the invisible, gaining altitude while climbing a spiral staircase.
 
He knew once up there, everything would be fine.

One look at the stars, and he would turn invincible.

All his problems would disappear.

He paced. Faster and faster. Giving it his all, burning away all his energy, he jumped.

Jumped into the opening.

Only to find the sky clouded.

http://rebeccabarray.com/tag/stars/

Ps : Wrote this for a flash fiction thread on Reddit. Partly inspired from real life.

On Olay, Olay :D

So, I have a Coding Theory assignment and an OS code left to be done. But that can all wait.

Usual summer afternoons are completely unbearable. Waking up in sweat, looking up in despair only to find a cob web ridden ceiling, and the most worthless fan ever working at half its capacity. But today, I woke up at 5 to find a completely pleasant weather outside. Not the stark unforgiving blue, but something more pleasant. I figured I must have checked the time wrong, unable to think straight. Anyway, it was 5 PM and it was super cloudy. Tea and biscuits were had and I headed to the library, controlling my urge to go to CEP terrace. I felt like a Labrador :| Waiting for rains. Completely excited. A spring in my step. More like, "Its going to happen, yes it going to happen." 
The clouds were playing out different shades of yellow and grey, just when the sun was singing its swansong and winds were picking up speed. The stage was set.


It rained :D or rather hailed. Chaos. It became super windy! Trees started getting uprooted. You could hear the rain and all its entourage. Making a scene. It was amazing. With the winds blowing at your face at such speeds, washing your face with all the rain, ah :) Bliss.

Here is a video, a friend took from outside his room.

Of the many things that are awesome about Daiict, the one thing is, you keep falling in love with her again and again. You'll hate her at times, become indifferent to her, and then she plays her cards, carefully waiting for the right moments. You vixen! When it rains for the first time on campus, you fall hard of it. Its almost magical the way the campus transforms. The orange street lights and the fluorescent ones. Such high winds, with water vapours dancing away from one light to another, orange to fluorescent. Almost enjoying the spotlight, afraid to come to the ground and call it a night. Your minutes of fame.

Thanks for the photos Anuj, and mailing them as "Gujju Snowfall"

And then it hailed. Hailed in Gandhinagar, Gujarat. Tried picking up a hailfight, but eh. Failed.

Anyway, I am like really happy right now. And if you pass by me right now in library and give me a smile, I will give you a damn big grin with gleaming eyes, creep you out. Possibly ending our communication for the rest of the time I am still in college.

Life seems really clean and simple. Life is good. One of the best weekends of this semester for multiple reasons :)

On Placement Sessions, Personal Interviews and Irony.

Today was an institute holiday (Good Friday), but we were supposed to attend a session by one of the premier coaching institutes about writing our resumes and on giving good PI's. Even though the initiative meant well, I couldn't stop myself from being cynical about the presentation being given. Maybe, because it took the good out of my Friday morning.

I ended up doodling about it in my notebook. Here is the digital version. The irony was too high in this one.




















Also, this.

Ps. If you are offended by this, well. A good sense of humor is a must for getting selected into these premier institutes. Trust me. I know. A random-number-assume-any % of people who have had a good sense of humor got into IIM-A.

Ps. Any resemblance to any person or company in real is completely coincidental. I may have imagined about all this, um the sleeping guy in the pic.

Ps. Used the above disclaimer for the first time in my life. *excited*

Comment :)

On Why I Started Hating My Blog

So, I haven't really been honest with my blog lately. The last post hit it off on Reddit and got me a lot of views and I think that killed it for me. The blog wasn't personal anymore. To be honest, yes the last piece was humorous, but it wasn't me.I don't mind something going mildly famous, but then it has to be something which I really feel for, not a post I ranted out in an hour over some ants.

The blog probably felt like writing for CoolAge all over again. I started writing for CoolAge in my first year of college, but could never reach the minimum amount of articles to redeem payment. And you could count that threshold with your fingers. I was one or two articles short when I finally decided to ditch it. It was more like a report writing job. Write a 400-500 long (long?) article, and get easy money. Had it been freelancing or something I would have still done it. But that writing represented me. I remember what tripped the switch. I sent an introspective article about a change in sleeping patterns I experimented with during one particular set of exams. Sleeping through the day, reading all night in peace, having crisp Mendu Vada's in the morning, and then going to sleep again, evading the noise and confusion of everyday life. It was peaceful. I didn't do it for a day or two, but almost a fortnight. There was a lot of introspection, I will try to find the article again. Anyway, CoolAge rejected it saying, it was too personal. What?! I edited it a little and sent it back, getting the same reply. And I decided to stop writing. I wasn't going to do something I don't like just for the sake of money. Especially, not before I graduate atleast when money isn't a constraint. For me writing is essentially spilling out of my heart. I don't know fancy words, I usually don't go out of line to think of smart puns or anything, I try to write exactly what comes to mind. Its an outlet to the thoughts I have usually, and not thoughts that were cultivated just for the sake of the writing exercise. I am not sure if I am making sense.

Fuck, that was some detour. I was planning on a really short post.




The personal feeling and vibe this blog had for me walked away with the publishing of the ant post, dejected, walking away sadly, teary eyed, contemplating whether it should look back or not. 

Not that I haven't been writing, I am still working on the the Ladakh memoir, and I am proud of what it is turning into. By the end of this summer it will be done. Hopefully. Or it will be too late, and then it would turn into fiction.

Other than that, I was recently reminded of the pleasure of spilling out everything, like no censors, everything, not giving a flying f' about the world writing, by a pair of letters I exchanged with a friend. And here I am on my blog again.

Weeeeeeeeeeeee are getting back together. (Sing it like the Taylor Swift song, but like an outro, okay?)