August 30 would never be just another day in my life.Well the point is,I do not make it one such.Maybe its to do with the dates thingy which is inherent in my system or maybe its to do with the fact that the dude above wants me to be plummeted on the ground. lol I dunno.
Anyway August 30 2010 marks year FOUR of undergrads.And that certainly means FOUR years of life at NITC.Funnily though,I still got time before I bid goodbye to campus.August 30 of 2007,2008 and 2009 were spent in contemplations (as would have been the case this year too,had I been counting on the dates).And I never came out positively from it.For,August 30 used to mean nothing else but a day to regret one of the most ill fated decisions that life had in store for me.And I regretted it the last three years wearing black and treating myself to satires and remorse.
This time around,it came quite unawares and it still turned out being an all black affair,that only when I was writing the date on the term papers did I get the hang of things.And all I could do was to laugh at my misery.
Some things never go out of your system.Like an old friend who thought of me as a womanizer who preached sodomy (true story). 😛 Gaawwdd,it makes me feel weird when you get praises as those too. And there are other days,when all you want is to forget certain moments in life and you have a mini freaking inside your mind, when they revisit you!
Exams………and my mind is blank. Black suits the current mood I guess..
Good day people.. Don’t do drugs,don’t watch porn and keep yourselves clean.I shall be back soon…
Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life’s cruelest irony.
Douglas Coupland (via kari-shma)
Nothing that I can do will change the structure of the universe. But maybe, by raising my voice I can help the greatest of all causes—goodwill among men and peace on earth.
Albert Einstein (via reluctantbuddha)
Gone are the days when people could really afford coming down to Kerala for celebrating Onam and having a ball with family and close relations.These days,it just happens the other way round.On my way to Madras,I happened to see scores of senior citizens embarking on a journey to meet their kids and to spend time with them,in Madras this onam.
The pressures of work,the changing lifestyles,demanding wives and husbands have changed our outlook towards celebrations and festivals.These are the days of “instant Onam”, with all the ready made kits for all aspects of the festival.And we got noone else to blame than man himself.If at all it has done anything apart from catering to the needs of those who can ill afford it,I would say it has made all the women folk even more lazy to indulge themselves for atleast one day and cook a good meal in the company of family and friends coz almost every dick in town registers for the Onasadhya by the Malayalee Clubs bee lining the city.
It could only be worse in places like Bengaluru,Bombay and anywhere else though. And we go ahead,basking in the glory of the harvest and the folklore of the great King Mahabali.
Happy Onam you all.. 🙂