Interlude

The clocks tick slower when you look at them with a hope of passing over the tide. I have absolutely no idea as to why I am posting on my blog, barely an hour before my end semester exams commence. But as they say, to while away those promiscuous seconds, cultivate a digressive hobby.

After the utterly useless Film & Lit course, I have now come to believe that there is nothing as an 'interesting' subject when it comes to this place. Oh and you say that you are totally into Power Systems Operation using Intel 8086A based module? Yah, right! You bet you are. NOT!

So the 4th day of the last month of this year is when I am free. I leave this place for some good 4 weeks. Only to come back to another semester, another year- with new experiences to be added to the kitty of course. In the interim, there's the famous Delhi winter to look forward to. The Museum of Innocence begs me to lay my hands on it. And I shall oblige, happily at that.

Winding up, I have my pen ready. The books will gradually be shelved in a corner, only to be sold back to Indra Book Depot at 60 percent of the MRP as soon as the turmoil ends. Till then, it's time to sit back, and enjoy the ride.

Good luck, you.

Let there be Light!

Very recently, the time-keeper updated his status message about Rajnikanth and how he spread light to the world. No kidding, but that IS fancy stuff! With all due respect to the Robosapien Uno, it's that time of the year again when every dwelling will glitter spectacularly and there will be bashful celebrations everywhere.

There was a time when Diwali used to be about patakhas, patakhas and only patakhas. The sudden bang of an aloo 'bum' and the joy of seeing an anaar explode into a multitude of colours brought great joy and satisfaction. There's something about crackers that draws people of all ages. Maybe the brightness, or maybe the the chance of being a kid again.

Then there came a time when it was about reinventing the burrow. And we did make our contributions to the bigger picture by cleaning our rooms. Old parchments were discarded, tattered posters unwillingly parted away with. But that's what it is! Diwali makes you new again- if at all that's possible. It's brings hope for something different, something novel, something better.

So as I gather the do-aways of the year gone by, I look forward to yet another spectacular 365 to come. Hope the time to follow is great for me, for you and for everyone else.
Stay safe and spread the light!