Thursday, September 30, 2004

My mid-sems finish tomorrow, thank heavens, so I can back to a relatively stress-free existence. I tell you, being an Arts student ain’t easy work. You obviously do not study till the last possible second (in my case the rickshaw ride to Uni this afternoon) and it’s all very taxing on the nerves. If I die of heart failure at a young age you’ll know what to blame.
I participated in a theatre quiz on Friday. Had gone to watch but since there weren’t enough teams, they pulled me into one. The only person more clueless than I in the entire setup was my partner. No, that’s no true. Another team actually scored zero. We managed a five, thanks to a class test I’d ‘studied’ for earlier that day (I got a four on ten in the test in case you’re wondering. At least the fifteen minutes spent flipping through my class notes came in useful somewhere.) Anyway, I think they shoved my mug in the dailies today. Probably cos I kept asking the quiz-master – Dhruv, a friend of mine – to give us a ten out of sheer pity for a pathetic performance. I must add that when we finally scored that 5 on a passed question my team practically got a standing ovation… I wonder if I entirely lack all sense of shame?
Oh, and on Sunday I cooked. If you’re wondering what the big deal was, maybe I should mention my culinery accomplishments till then had been maggie and rice. Occasionally, when I felt a bit more daring than usual I fried eggs… once or twice I even made French toast! Anyway, now I can boast of having made chicken kofta curry and a fab dal. Learnt how to roast yesterday, so roast mutton next I think. Or Irish stew. People, you can boast of knowing a famous-chef-in-the-making.

Friday, September 24, 2004

Some times are delightful and no matter how sadly they end, you will still have had them, lovely, lovely moments that they were.

So, I will always have my moments by the sea and on the hill, and in the halls and on the roads. They were all of them beautiful, so how can I honestly mind them turning out differently from what I wanted them to be?

On the other hand, life is rather beautiful right now too. It was lovely being sixteen and seventeen but I must say I’m happy being twenty-two and in love. It’s different this time around but I always knew this one would be. What I want now is so much easier to accept and wanting so much less is also more acceptable. If only I could stop speaking in allusions and say out loud that this is a delicious feeling and that I wouldn’t trade for all the kisses in the world (because kisses in the end are the only monies I’m willing to accept. Every other form of barter seems to have too many drawbacks.)

But allusions are the closest I’ve ever permitted myself to the truth and it seems to me that I can’t break the habit any more. My feelings are too private for me to be entirely comfortable with telling everyone at large about the whys and wherefores. I don’t mind telling everybody I’ve had a good life – for I have and it’d be lying to say otherwise – but I cannot make myself tell them in which ways it has been good to me.

It’s good to be alive on some days. And never mind cranky knees and pesky tests and cussed relatives. They contribute to the general joy of things, like it as they will. After all, my knees may hurt but I can still run if I’ve a mind to and I may have test in two hours (which I haven’t studied for) but that’s two hours away… and cussed relatives are funny. Quite, quite funny.

Or maybe it’s me who’s the funny one?

Monday, September 06, 2004

Another motto: Do unto others as I would have them do unto me. But sometimes, do unto others as they damn well deserve.

Sunday, September 05, 2004

If the Dr. can do it, so can I. And I will, at that.

Friday, September 03, 2004

Now I know how to make jhal frezi and dal with drumsticks. I even have my own recipe book!
Am wondering whether I shall put my poems up here in my blog from time to time. But the threat of plagiarism bothers me. I don’t mind so much if people I don’t know read what I write, but it does bother me that somebody might take something I have written and loved and pass it off as their own.
I don’t know…
The workshop is ok. We’re supposed to socialize tonight, after the session’s done, over drinks I think at Tolly Club or something like that. Am not as involved in it as I was last week and I know why. The way they’re doing this has bothered me to no little degree. Dana hit the nail exactly on the head when she said that they’re afraid we might contribute.
Am at home trying to laze away a fever, which is why the blog’s going up in the middle of the day instead of the usual midnight posting.
Have a weird day, everyone!