Another Mortal Life

I've too many things to write about, but I don't feel like writing about anything in detail. So I will write a few lines each about a few unrelated things.

I am lost
Yes, and I took so long a time to realize. I don't feel like I would be proud of this phase of my life a few years hence. I wasn't like what I am, nor did I want to be. I want to be the same person I used to be some 4-5 years back, 'coz I am still proud of him. A few of my friends say I am better than him, but it's no good if I don't feel it like that. And I've realised that it's what I feel about myself that's more important than anybody else's opinions about me.
Only thing positive here is that I know I can find myself again. No matter how much down and out I feel at times, there's always something that tells me that real me can resurrect, can start from the scratch.

Saurav Ganguly
There's something about Saurav Ganguly- hate him, love him.. but you can't ignore him. I used to be the most vehement critic of this man when he was performing so badly. I wanted him out. And when Mr. Chappel came in to make the wishes of the thousands like me come true, I realised I never wanted it that way. He became my hero the day I found almost everyone was bent on ousting him. Certainly he didn't deserve that sort of a farewell. The clips of Steve Waugh's last test match used to strike me hard those days. What was it in Saurav that nobody cared to give him a befitting farewell? The most successful Indian captain was made to look like the worst thing ever happened to Indian cricket. Why?
But this man is tough. He was shown the door after his first tour in early nineties.. came back resurgent in the middle nineties.. and went on to be the captain later on(of course, not all were happy). He shook the English hypocrites, he hit the Ausie sleazers by their own weapons, and made India into a team no one could consider an underdog.
He is selected once again for the Test team. Even if he is bowled out for a duck, I would still consider him to be the greatest of all his contemporaries.

SRK doesn't understand
After the horrible Don, the news has it that Shahrukh Khan will be the new host for Kaun Banega Crorepati! Man, You are not an iota of Amitabh Bachchan, Just be the K K K Khan.. only that suits you. But yeah, the show can be good if you don't try to copy AB. If any of the original KBC dialogues are still kept in the new version, they will meet the same fate as "Don ko pakadna mushkil hi nahi namumkin hai". When AB delivered this dialogue, it was Don's voice. When SRK utters it, it's all drama- some inexperienced person on stage who knows he is not what he is trying to behave like and also knows it's tough to make audience believe he's Don.

Academics
I think I've to come up with a better approach towards studies and examinations. This time the only course I devoted some time in was PHP. The dropped first sem of the first year has skewed my life a lot. My ambitions to complete the degree in 7 semesters has had its toll on CG. I know if I've to do it I've to be more serious towards studies. Another option is to let everything go on smoothly and use my eighth sem. This might help in improving the CG also. Don't know why but the dream of attending the convocation with my own batchmates even after loosing one sem gives me more satisfaction than any CG.
I've got about a month to ponder it.

Irresponsibility towards myself
OK. I don't like inorganic. I never liked it. It is such a rattu subject. (But didn't I knew it's one half of CY120 before registering it as OC?) This guy won't study it at all! As if this is against my ethical code! I don't care. Go hell inorganic.. I just wanna pass the course and organic would be sufficient for that. End result: 4/50 and 24/50. Man you don't pass at 28/100 ! I left the Major's answerscript of the co-ordinator's part of the course blank... BLANK...
God, Plz help me give up such kiddish eccentricities. I can't afford such things in my 7-sem-degree plans.

Philosophy da hukka
The contrast in The Introvert's writing and talking skills was evident yet again when he found the class highest marks for minor 2 (along with many others scoring equally) and the class's second lowest marks for the presentation both displayed against his name. Ohh ma'am, presentation wasn't that bad considering it was almost sponty with only 1 hour of work and with no power-point to assist me. I thought you were different from some other humanities teachers who mark students for the beauty of their ppts.

The dilemma
There was this friend who didn't sleep the whole night studying for the next day's 10:30 exam.. did sleep at 8 am. At 11, prof called his name and we realised he's not there. I asked the prof whether I could make a call to him. He allowed. I did. Then he asked what had happened to him. I told him the guy's coming. He reached at 11:15, didn't get extra time. Prof told he could've taken a re-major (of full duration) had he approached him later on with a medical certi. I don't know whether it would've been better not to call him.

Home
Would be going home tomorrow. Mom, dad, sis, I missed you the way I miss you only.
Warrants are also issued against me by daadi, chacha, nana-nani, maama, bua etc. I'd surrender, guys! (But check your extradition treaties :D). Vikram ko pakadna mushkil to hai, par namumkin nahi hai. :D

C ya friends! I'd miss everybody who comments on this blog, and also the few who've stopped :P
(Happy birthday in advance, Taru!)

How could it happen? How could he let it happen? He doesn't remember the last instance of this thing happening to him. He had even started believing this thing doesn't happen to anybody sane in this world, and in his college in particular. It's not like he had shielded himself from all thoughts people consider similar to this one, but from this one atleast. He was yet another lost soul in the coveted campus of his who used to take comfort in the theory that "you could find a girl of this campus attractive only if you've gone insane or are deeply frustrated." And like everybody else who 'believed' in it, he too knew it well that it's nothing but the theory of sour grapes.
But theories are meant to be shattered. And this one (for him at least) lost its existance, a month back, to someone's smile, a smile all unaware of his presence, a smile that originated from deep within, but didn't reach the face in its entirity, and yet the fraction which emerged out was more than enough to make any heart loose some beats. Man! This girl was in the same year as him and he happened to see her for the first time that day! Should've frequented the 'Wind T' more often, he thought. And a few minutes later he found himself on the pre-registration site. Darn! They display names of people registering for all but humanities courses (e.g. a possible interaction session!) for the next semester.
That evening, he found a good listener in me, and a bad advisor: "Common OC kar le", "Register for her DE courses as OCs." Nothing was found feasible. "What else can I suggest yaar? You aren't much into extra-curriculars, nor is she, I guess." Then I thought of resolving the issue the other way-> warned him of blasphemy(!) - "IIT ki ladki?!?!?!", but couldn't make him give in to that. After some two hours of a fruitless conversation, I left him with himself.