Good, i’m back. Recovering pretty well, … the bandage off after just a couple of days, the weekend at home helped … have a soccer match next mon, i’m the goalie … the palm should be fine by then …
The mornings pass lazily now … no gym obviously. Thinking of getting up a little earlier and going out to run … let’s see.
Ohhh … HAPPY DIWALI everyone 
What the hell. Completely out of the blue. A freak accident … a shattered glass-door at the CSSC, te insti comp center, blood oozing out from the right hand, … literally a trail of blood followed through 2 floors until i could get some cotton to stop the flow … fortunately no stitches, just a pressure bandage and a sling … practically one hand out of function for at least a week …
So bored, … ‘Heroes’ getting monotonous, can’t even play FIFA09 now … It’s too bad, man … too bad 
Next week will be too busy, … finally have to hurry for the abstract submission for IOMC-2009 … anthropology field tour on next weekend … amid all this happens … ::sigh::
It doesn’t happen everyday … an Indian for Nobel … not that there’s any dearth of talent (in fact we have it better), but there are several other factors … anyway, it’s awesome. Venkatraman Ramakrishnan, currently in MRC lab in cambridge will be getting the 2009 Nobel in Chemistry ( alongwith Thomas A. Stitz and Ada Yonath ) for his works in the fields of biocrystallography. Although currently an US citizen, he’s originally from Chidambaram, TN. Trained as a theoretical phycisist, he later shifted to bio and did pioneering works related to structures of ribosomes and chromatin-related proteins.
Venki, we’re proud of you man. Carry on.
Well, arbit realizations / funda and observations during holidays … no correlations with pujo whatsoever, though !!
forgot about it completely …
Last day of midsems, for lunch our gang of 8 went to Flame-and-grills, Mani Square, … birthday treat of Hati and Haloom … It was red wine, 105 bucks … frankly, i didn’t like it, … a queer combination of sweet, a little sour and bitter, not at all a welcome taste in the mouth … i almost puked it out when i took it with grilled mutton … well, i’m sure there are better -tasting wines 
Yeah, literally. I feel guilty.
OK, the midsems are over … and the intersections. Talking about intersections, now i know what my problem is. I can’t get out of my mental shell of reservedness quickly. I plan things, but fail to take advantages of random ( or non-random, but unplanned, nevertheless ) chances that come my way. It was somewhat a ‘rab ne …’ kind of thing ( maybe it still is ) … but i think i ‘ve missed the train … come on, people are not machines …
What the hell … i ‘m again talking crap again. FOR GOD’S SAKE MAN, JUST F**KING GET OVER IT, PERIOD.
Well, about other things, … AoE … or rather AoC 
… i’m a natural at initial economy building and rush tactics ( reaching castle age in 18 mins is no mean feat for a novice, though in Arabia Verde), though i’ve to work a lot on army control, … guess it will come from experience … and TT … with an extra bit of motivation, i started playing again , … happy i’ve got over my mental block of hitting a smash finally …
and Music … well, this thing, MiniLyrics rocks … instant lyrics download … awesome … i’m getting a fan of Telugumusic and Mohit Chauhan … the latest crush is ‘New York Nagaram’ by A.R.Rehman, … though i like its original Tamil version better … i’m going to debut in Ripples this yr, surely. Numb, in the end, baatein kuch ankahee si, man bawra or some bengali number … let’s see …
A queer feeling … that of being stuck in a no man’s land … confused, stoic … longing for something, but, time and again, things falling just out of place due to damn coincidences … yet startling intersections … desperately trying, but the mind just refuses to move on … no, it’s not an infatuation, a part of the brain remains constantly trained upon, although I’m ever trying to shift the focus …
Been listening to Mohit Chauhan’s ‘yeh doorian’ … umpteen times, repeating again and again and again for the last 2 days … trying to grasp the pattern of the song, but each time getting mesmerized by the haunting melancholy of the tune and Mohit Chauhan’s voice …
The midsems start next week, Pujo just after … I don’t know, where’ll it culminate in … just no idea. So near, yet so far. If someone told me about what I’ve been doing lately, I’d never have believed, even a couple of months back. I’d always have liked to surrender to the arbitrations of time … how long will it go on like this ? Whatever happens, things will be never be the same. Time’s a great healer, but it can’t heal anything and everything.
Technically, though it’s only 4 working days, with an extended weekend …
Monday, 10 Aug – The Anticipation … everything’s as usual, getting up early for gym, going to class in 1st half, reinforcing the recent ever-growing habit of bunking classes in 2nd half – today the excuse being playing poker, spending the afternoon trying to do something new on the lattice-graph project with Pocha, then trying to get rid of the guilty conscience by copying class notes throughout the evening, but soon slipping into familiar (read ‘lyaad’) territory by watching ‘Love aaj Kal’ from tommy’s HDD after dinner, the only twist being some ‘hidden’ things getting copied from the external HDD to my lappie, among them a pdf that’d prove to be an eye-opener in course of the week … and what else, … checking mails and a familiar, dal-chawal uninteresting day comes to an end …
Tuesday, 11 Aug – The Initiation … Gym in morning, classes as usual, seeing the 2nd yr juniors mass-bunking classes for organizing Freshers’ in evening, … which comes by in no time, … going to the auditorium with only a hint of a flutter, which turns into a ‘WTF’ as soon as getting into there and taking a seat, with people all around exponentiating my misery asking ‘hey who’s she-hey where’s she-good choice, man’ like comments, my wondering how it happened, as I technically told only ONE person (apart from batchmates, that is) … the fateful moment comes, on stage, people going up like crazy, the DVD gets handed over, … a slight touch … constant and obvious references throughout her on-stage grilling … the program getting over at a little over 11, … Return to hostel feeling queer, mixed … then, for a change, a little bit of return to normalcy, with Navoneel da, a research scholar, one of the chief architects of my misery this evening, asking me to be a part of a project that would surely be out as a publication when finished … it all ends with reading things like USS from the pdf got from tommy’s hdd …
Wednesday, 12 Aug – The Confusion … As usual, getting up for gym, a tad late today, my funda about front press getting bashed by Haru Daa, the 70+ hulk at the gym, telling it’s not really for your chest, but to build your deltoids … a nagging thought in the brain … what now ?? a knee-jerk reaction, … IGNORE, you’ve got no chance anymore, after what happened last evening … doing that during breakfast … passing the 1st yr classroom on way to our class … trying to be ‘normal’ among different people giving different fundas throughout the day, … a good session of ‘bhaat’ in afternoon … again the pdf, it says something about a certain P.E.A. … thought I’d experiment, but no chance during dinner, … suggestions and comments still flowing in … tried to study in night, started a bit, but everything drifted away with the shuffled Coldplay playlist …
Thursday, 13 Aug … The Decision (or, is it?) … I don’t know. Honestly, it was the first thing in mind after I got up, went to gym, … for the first time my throat felt dry during a morning workout, … a growing restlessness, again Coldplay, … I can feel something new, some sort of freshness all around the body, my face … it first occurred during the awfully boring class of Diff Eqns … something getting up the throat, even quickening of pulse (I know it’s getting gross, man, it’s too irrational … but that’s how it felt) … a new tautness in the muscles, a confidence that I can do anything … what the hell is it ?? During lunch, … still no chance for the experiment, … but a twist, … the straight line is still not connected, and a third vertex has come into the imaginary plane, … for sure, those signals were unmistakable, surely they’re not random … about the second vertex … damn it, missed a great chance to talk, all due to some goddamn moments of delay …
Weekend … The queer feeling persisted throughout Friday … it’s a new me, definitely, … for the first time I’m longing to return to the hostel for the week, don’t know whether I’ll get the all important ONE chance, … if you understood an iota of what’s happening, wish me luck, … if you didn’t, still do wish, … a novice like me will need loads of that !!
The Circadian Rhythm gone for a toss …
It went like this, … gaming got the better of me, so after dinner sat to watch this film with our mr. Hati (for dummys, it’s Samit, our batchmate) at about 8:30 in evening, felt too sleepy when it ended a bit after 10, so dozed off, and woke up at 4:30 in dawn, brushed and came down here in comp room, played a FIFA 09 match in LAN with barca, won it 1-0 in extra time, wrote a testi in Orkut for our Tommy, and here i am
Well, about the film, it’s a historical movie on the Anne Boleyn episode in the British history, the ‘other’ Boleyn being Anne (Natalie Portman)’s dear sis Mary (Scarlett Johansson). I think you can read the story easily (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Other_Boleyn_Girl), so it’s no use repeating. About the characters … Henry Tudor VIII (Eric Bana) was a pure jerk, no integrity or character whatsoever, easily influenced by women, … really, who makes these people kings … i can understand what the people of England faced during his reign. It’s crazy how desperate these archaic people can get for a son, a ‘proper’ heir. And of course, the whole thing happened because of the twisted ambitions of the influential Duke uncle of Anne and Mary.
Indeed, the course of events things unfold are very sad …
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