Another Mortal Life

Nothing beats the fun of standing in one's balcony for two hours on a january night. Letting your feet move into the part of the wing where the chilly wind attains a momemtum is a real mix of pain and pleasure. And pain could never beat the pleasure whenever they tend to exist simultaneously.

It had to be another of my eccentric or stupid idea, or whatever you call, to stand in the balcony at 3 am! The only thing that tried to put up some resistance to the lovely breeze getting all over me was a thin shirt, sleeves rolled up. Insomnia can make you go crazy at times.

We are so accustomed to talk about tears in terms of those of sorrow and those of happiness. Rarely do we remember even winters can get our eyes wet.

A night-out (a misnomer I know) is no new thing for me. The only nights I can't pass without sleep are those of the exams time. It is never tough passing a night talking with friends, or wasting time on your computer. Yesterday night was different though. Firstly, I was alone; and secondly, the computer was off for the whole night (though the 'night' by an average hosteler's standards starts not before other people's midnight.)

Really, it's the variety in experiences that makes life enjoyable. They so rightly say 'excess of everything is bad'. Using the internet for hours at a stretch is no fun. So lately I've decided to introduce some variety in my life. Thanks to this friend of mine (whose room was under renovation, and therefore was his continuous presence in my room, and it irritated me somewhat, I confess.) I was literally dragged into watching a few episodes of 'Friends' on my computer and to my surprize I liked them! and so I'm watching the series now without anybody forcing me to!

Also, there are these scores of movies I've to watch. Movies are fun. You don't have to strain the tissues of your brain for them, quite unlike blogging. (And of course, studies should also have their share of time, and brain.)
In a similar search for variety, I plan to listen to more of western and some light Punjabi music and take a break from the Hassans and Jagjits for a while.

And then, seeing this other friend of mine having abandonned his computer and reading literature in all his free time enthused me to start reading again. And the first book I took up was the one I perhaps detested most- Five Point Someone! Having known the story ever since my first year, I was always sure that a story about The Jail I myself am in can't be an enjoyable read. And again to my surprize, I wasn't right. "It's a must read for every IITian"- they rightly say! I finished reading it at 3 in the night, or morning if you say! They say "You can't sleep once you are past the hour you were feeling sleepy in". And so happened my first all alone and no computer night-out. This was the first time this winter in Delhi when I saw the first rays of the sun. And then, I obviously had to sleep.