Hmmm. One month of sinful sloth behind. Exactly one month since I shot out of a swivel chair in the Communication Lab into FREEDOM...The FIRST "engineer" ( in a very, ah... broad sense of the term...) to finish the morbid academic 4 year stint at our college.... The FIRST one to be DONE with the LAST of the exams... How great the future looked... No more long nights of straining over chromatic dispersion or matlab programs or microwaves... No more assignments to plagiarize... No tests to postpone (having postponed more tests than we have ever written in the past 4 years...)
Sigh... Turns out I was also the FIRST to lose all fascination for the new routine.
Sleep at 1 am. Wake up at 10.am. Have brunch. Fight with the cats. Check mail. Re-re-re-confirm that there's nothing worth anything on TV. Read Jim Corbett. Eye cats with suspicion. Turn the kitchen upside down trying to fix a snack. Go for a walk. Watch the senior citizens overtake me. Return home disillusioned. Fight with bro. Feel drowsy. Have a bath. Shoo cats out of my room. Go to the terrace. Get a sore neck from staring at the stars. Watch an aeroplane with it's hiccuping lights swoosh by. Listen to the neighbours clanging dishes in the sink. Inhale the aroma of their dinners. Wait ! That's from this house... My dinner ! Hurtle downstairs. Do justice to the meal. Watch dad chase cats. Ping a dozen missed calls to my now "ex"-classmates. Go back to the terrace. Stare at spooky tree-tops in the moon-light. Stare at lights in the distance. Wonder what people there are doing. More interesting lives, I hope ? What's that creature stalking me in the dark ? Another cat ! Time to go downstairs. Realize that no amount of reading will get me to sleep. Go to bed. Toss and turn. Try to forget Corbett and his ferocious felines. Toss and turn. Bright sunlight. Hey, why are you waking me up - it took me hours to fall asleep !
Sigh... Turns out I was also the FIRST to lose all fascination for the new routine.
Sleep at 1 am. Wake up at 10.am. Have brunch. Fight with the cats. Check mail. Re-re-re-confirm that there's nothing worth anything on TV. Read Jim Corbett. Eye cats with suspicion. Turn the kitchen upside down trying to fix a snack. Go for a walk. Watch the senior citizens overtake me. Return home disillusioned. Fight with bro. Feel drowsy. Have a bath. Shoo cats out of my room. Go to the terrace. Get a sore neck from staring at the stars. Watch an aeroplane with it's hiccuping lights swoosh by. Listen to the neighbours clanging dishes in the sink. Inhale the aroma of their dinners. Wait ! That's from this house... My dinner ! Hurtle downstairs. Do justice to the meal. Watch dad chase cats. Ping a dozen missed calls to my now "ex"-classmates. Go back to the terrace. Stare at spooky tree-tops in the moon-light. Stare at lights in the distance. Wonder what people there are doing. More interesting lives, I hope ? What's that creature stalking me in the dark ? Another cat ! Time to go downstairs. Realize that no amount of reading will get me to sleep. Go to bed. Toss and turn. Try to forget Corbett and his ferocious felines. Toss and turn. Bright sunlight. Hey, why are you waking me up - it took me hours to fall asleep !
2 comments:
So finally you started blogging. Yay!!!!!
And, nice read. Cheers!
there ya go. thanks for obliging (o-bloging ? never mind.), although not so easily. :-)
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