Desolate, Dejected But Determined

The three D's , that make up the title of this post, precisely sum up the situation in which I am. Mid-semester breaks are on and instead of going back home yours truly decided, for the very first time, to stay back here in the R-Land. Though it's just the beginning of an eight-day long break but I have already started to despise the ambiance which I have been subjected to in the first couple of days. The corridors which are always lively and resonant with the shouts of ebullient souls are in a deserted state, giving me a feeling of numbness as I walk through them. The roads which are always busy and beaming with students and vehicles are empty. The street dogs are having a party every night in the hostel corridors, evident every morning from the rampaged state of the waste-collectors placed at the very end of the corridors, growling ferociously every night to express their joys.

There are no people around except for the few noble haddu-matkas who have stayed here and are giving me a silent company on this marooned island. I have plenty of time to eat, to drink, to sing, to dance, to watch movies, to litter around, to study, to surf, to blog and to sleep. But even after having so many options at my disposal yours truly decided to spend his plentiful time on sleeping, CATing, GREying my brain cells, and watching few movies and probably that has led to the second D i.e. Dejection.

The mock tests that I gave have served the only purpose of making me feel nugatory, all my endeavors as a mere chaff, and sometimes aggravating me to an extent that I literally shout on myself. But even after so much of dejection, somewhere I see a glimmer of hope, and perhaps that keeps me going, and with every passing day I become more and more determined to give my best, for that's the only thing that I can strive for, the rest is certainly beyond my reach.

Well, someone has rightly said that the darkest hour is just before the dawn. Though I don't reckon my state as the darkest one but I am eagerly awaiting a lively and a much brighter dawn.

A Moron's Account...

It's really been a long hiatus since I last updated this space with the good, bad and the ugly incidents of my cherished life. The only person to blame for this ghastly act of procrastination is none other but yours truly himself, not to mention his characteristic laziness and his comfort loving bum, which has always been a topic of heated discussion amongst all his well-wishers. So as an effort to atone for my sins of not updating this blog for as many as 52 days, I hereby proclaim to come up with as many as 3 blogs by the end of this month, of course, with the tacit assumption that the current blog is the first of that blogotrilogy. But, after all said and done, the actual reason behind this act of expiation is the fact that I want to keep my crank shafts moving, I want my medulla oblongata to feed my cereberum and cerebellum in the same way as it did a few years back, for I feel, perhaps the time is apt when I need to be on the tip of my toes, amidst the constant flux of events, and writing, according to yours truly, is the best way to expunge oneself of the mental constipation and a veritable mean to stay in touch with the world around. In short, writing keeps one going. So for all those aforementioned reasons I finally resort to this often so neglected activity to keep myself occupied and active in every sense.

Now as I was recollecting the incidents of past few months, I certainly found out a few that have been legen. ..........wait for it..............dary in some regard and that surely deserve a special mention. So here's a list of them-

1) Master Federer Losing in the U.S. Open finals- Now this particular incident was really heartbreaking for me. Considering the magnitude of effort that I put in to arrange for the keys of the TV room to watch this particular match, expecting Master Federer to beat the lanky Argentine, what I actually got in return was nothing but disappointment. But hats-off to Del Potro, no doubts on his credibility as the Champion. He played some of the biggest forehands that I had ever seen.

2) My Jaunts to the Central Library- If I had to mention one significant development that occurred this semester, then , undoubtedly, it has to be this one. For the first three years of my stay here in IIT-R, if I recount the number of times that I visited the Central Library, the resulting figure would barely end up being a double-digit (the data is excluding the usual TBLS that we have every semester) , but that was until this semester started, and my jaunts to the Central Library has become so frequent that it is a matter of utter consternation for yours truly only.

3) Professor A.K. Jain- If the students of Civil Engineering Department, IIT-Roorkee were asked to name the person who they would never forget till the last day of their life and that too till their last breathe, indubitably, it would be none other but Prof. AKJ. His fear coefficient is tantamount to the effect created by an AK-47, the entire batch of students is terrorized by his sheer presence and clearing his course is no less but an achievement that would endue each and every student with a feeling of ineffable satisfaction and happiness.

4) GREy Day and CAT- After months of dallying I finally chose 9th november as a suitable day for my GRE exam. While the preparations for the GREy day are on, the wily and the crafty CAT also, finally, got out of the bag and 29th Nov. is when I've decided to bell the CAT.

5) Munshi and His Chocolates- After completing his internship in Italy, Munshi was back, and not just back but back with bags full of Chocolates and Wine. From dark chocolates, with 50% cocoa to 99% cocoa, to liquor chocolates, I tasted them all, not to mention a spoon-full of red wine also became a part of my Chocolate fantasy.

So these were the five worth-mentioning-events that more or less sum up what actually I have been upto for the past couple of months, which were otherwise replete with prosaic, monotonous and sundry stuffs. Champion's Trophy is on and I am expecting Team India to do well, especially the Little Man. I wish the Little Man gives his usual best.

All The Very Best to the Men In Blues !!

Adios !