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I've been wearing something on my ears since yesterday. This change in me makes me finger it every now and then, to get a feel of it. Or to get a glimpse of myself, every time i pass the mirror.
I hardly wear something on my ears, unless some occasion demands it. Thus, most times, my ear remains undecorated. Many people who know me, have enquired about it's absence. I've never given it much importance, and i think i never will, if my life proceeds in the same fashion as i'm leading it presently. ( I hope i've not spoken too soon).
They wonder about the craziness in me to opt for this abnormality. Perhaps, it's just my style or i'm too busy for it (this is the reason that i quip when asked). I don't have to do something just because somebody else does it, or because the society expects me to do so. Call me rude or arrogant. I've been called both, as i don't heed a third person's advice, unless really necessary.
It shouldn't matter a lot. Really.
I hardly wear something on my ears, unless some occasion demands it. Thus, most times, my ear remains undecorated. Many people who know me, have enquired about it's absence. I've never given it much importance, and i think i never will, if my life proceeds in the same fashion as i'm leading it presently. ( I hope i've not spoken too soon).
They wonder about the craziness in me to opt for this abnormality. Perhaps, it's just my style or i'm too busy for it (this is the reason that i quip when asked). I don't have to do something just because somebody else does it, or because the society expects me to do so. Call me rude or arrogant. I've been called both, as i don't heed a third person's advice, unless really necessary.
It shouldn't matter a lot. Really.
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I wanted to come to Bengalooru for 2 reasons. I was and am tired of being ill. I'm not totally myself since one month or so. I've swallowed so many pills, than i ever had; during my stay in Mysuru. And two; after realising that my blog still had it's readers, i wanted to come back to blogging.
Therain has been constant in Mysuru, since the past week. I started complaining, when i used to get wet riding to and fro from the university to my hostel; clothes hung out for drying, always used to get soggy. After a couple of grunts, i shut my mouth. It had to rain day in and out, if we were to enjoy the fan, a glass of cold water on a hot day during the middle of a scorching summer, and if we want to buy grains and vegetables at reasonable prices. Nature does teach mankind!
Anotrher thing that cheered me up, is the Strand Book Sale that's happening at Basava Bhavan, near High Grounds Police Station. I was waiting to visit it, and i did. Good books at some discount till this sunday, the 12th of July.
Yes, M.Sc. is over. And i'm back in Bengalooru. Now arises the big question, 'What's next?'. Only time can tell me.
Therain has been constant in Mysuru, since the past week. I started complaining, when i used to get wet riding to and fro from the university to my hostel; clothes hung out for drying, always used to get soggy. After a couple of grunts, i shut my mouth. It had to rain day in and out, if we were to enjoy the fan, a glass of cold water on a hot day during the middle of a scorching summer, and if we want to buy grains and vegetables at reasonable prices. Nature does teach mankind!
Anotrher thing that cheered me up, is the Strand Book Sale that's happening at Basava Bhavan, near High Grounds Police Station. I was waiting to visit it, and i did. Good books at some discount till this sunday, the 12th of July.
Yes, M.Sc. is over. And i'm back in Bengalooru. Now arises the big question, 'What's next?'. Only time can tell me.
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I now, sit in front of the pc, contemplating what this post should be about. As i scan through earlier posts, i'm surprised. Was i the same person who wrote all those fairy tales (if i can call that). What was that which made me key in those sentences. I don't know the answer to that question. No.
Being a year older, than i was last year. Does it make a difference? It should, right?
It perhaps does. As i look at myself; posing, in front of the mirror, i wonder. Has anything changed? Things obviously have. Not evidently though. Perhaps, i've unconsciously imbibed them into my being. So much so that, i can't select one and define it as such. Incidents (whatever happened); did it occur for the better or for the worse; i'm clueless about that. Wish i knew the answer to that question. Providing solace to the frayed mind could have been better, then; i suppose.
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What do i write? It's nearly been 2 months since i actually wrote anything. That apart, i wonder if anybody is following this blog. At all.
Final sem -M.Sc is hectic. Very true to the word. One realises that 24 hours simply can't make a day. Moreover, disaster upon disasters. Leaving midway and running to the shelter of one' house seemed to provide solace. Why couldn't i simply shrugg it off my shoulders? 'Big deal' was the word everyday, then. When things appeared all right. Why can't i look forward, straight;and walk with my shoulders held high?
Those last days spent with friends. Does it have to end? Scrap those day-long shifts in the lab, trying to squeeze in interpretations from confusing results. Friends can sit and yap around 24 hours. We were bid farwell. Fare well in your future days. A fervour wish hoping for all tidings to flood one's path.
I've exams in a couple of days. I've to be cramming knowledge into my head. Understanding 5' UTR in the mRNA of ferritin. Biotechnology is a mish-mash and vague; of all things biological. It's way to technological for biology. Life science and technology, the bridge; i need to imbibe it. Cell biology is better. Or, enzymology seemed better. Or am i saying this because, enzymology is past me, and i think i know the subject better.
It's been days since i met anybody friend online. I so want to do it. I seem to be missing it, a lot. As i play my type of music. Slow and fast, one after another.
One more month, and i don't know what i'll be doing. atleast for now, it's cramming time. Happy cramming to me.
Final sem -M.Sc is hectic. Very true to the word. One realises that 24 hours simply can't make a day. Moreover, disaster upon disasters. Leaving midway and running to the shelter of one' house seemed to provide solace. Why couldn't i simply shrugg it off my shoulders? 'Big deal' was the word everyday, then. When things appeared all right. Why can't i look forward, straight;and walk with my shoulders held high?
Those last days spent with friends. Does it have to end? Scrap those day-long shifts in the lab, trying to squeeze in interpretations from confusing results. Friends can sit and yap around 24 hours. We were bid farwell. Fare well in your future days. A fervour wish hoping for all tidings to flood one's path.
I've exams in a couple of days. I've to be cramming knowledge into my head. Understanding 5' UTR in the mRNA of ferritin. Biotechnology is a mish-mash and vague; of all things biological. It's way to technological for biology. Life science and technology, the bridge; i need to imbibe it. Cell biology is better. Or, enzymology seemed better. Or am i saying this because, enzymology is past me, and i think i know the subject better.
It's been days since i met anybody friend online. I so want to do it. I seem to be missing it, a lot. As i play my type of music. Slow and fast, one after another.
One more month, and i don't know what i'll be doing. atleast for now, it's cramming time. Happy cramming to me.
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The underlined aspect of Saki's writing is sardonic humor. Writing satires came easily to him, i guess. Perhaps, this provides for Saki's high position amongst short story writers.
Be it the series on Reginald or that on Clovis, each small tale is laced with light satire. Something that enlightens us of our foolishness, intelligence, farsightedness in a mild fashion. To read Saki is fun. The easiness with which the plot runs. Moreover his short stories are short. Flipping the pages is a quick job, reading one after another.
Collected Short Stories of Saki
Hector Hugh Munro
Wordsworth Classics
This book has all the short stories except for one. It's worth buying the book, if you ask me. Moreover, Saki is re-readable, a few times over in the least.
Be it the series on Reginald or that on Clovis, each small tale is laced with light satire. Something that enlightens us of our foolishness, intelligence, farsightedness in a mild fashion. To read Saki is fun. The easiness with which the plot runs. Moreover his short stories are short. Flipping the pages is a quick job, reading one after another.
Collected Short Stories of Saki
Hector Hugh Munro
Wordsworth Classics
This book has all the short stories except for one. It's worth buying the book, if you ask me. Moreover, Saki is re-readable, a few times over in the least.
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The three of us trooped down to Nilgiris on Brigade Road yesterday. I expected myself to gobble some yummy ice-cream that those people manufacture. Their softies are the best that i've ever tasted.
After walking down M.G. Road and Brigade Road to enter Nilgiris. I immediately go to the counter where they vend ice-creams. Preparing to order a cone for myself. To my utter disappointment i don't see those cans of frozen ice-creams. Instead i see jars of Baskin Robbins. I ask the lady at the counter, 'Where are the ice-creams?' She replied that they don't manufacture them anymore.
What bad luck!! The management of Nilgiris know that their range of ice-creams is one of the best in Bengalooru. With people like me, it's terrible. On reaching home, i lamented to my sister. She enjoys their products too.
Why did Nilgiris take this turn?? Hope they go back to producing ice-cream again!
After walking down M.G. Road and Brigade Road to enter Nilgiris. I immediately go to the counter where they vend ice-creams. Preparing to order a cone for myself. To my utter disappointment i don't see those cans of frozen ice-creams. Instead i see jars of Baskin Robbins. I ask the lady at the counter, 'Where are the ice-creams?' She replied that they don't manufacture them anymore.
What bad luck!! The management of Nilgiris know that their range of ice-creams is one of the best in Bengalooru. With people like me, it's terrible. On reaching home, i lamented to my sister. She enjoys their products too.
Why did Nilgiris take this turn?? Hope they go back to producing ice-cream again!
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Different shades of varied thoughts approached me during undergraduate studies. That's the time when i learnt how to evaluate things that surround me. From a beauty of a flower, to the teaching mechanisms of a particular lecturer. That was also the time when i perhaps, sought help from people. Started seeking help; that sounds much better. Prior to this, i never expected anybody to do something for me, or didn't realise that moments would arise when it was necessary for others to help me.
Undergraduate studies at MCC opened various avenues. Went to places from there, literally and metaphorically. Guess, this is the reason why i frequent MCC. My first alma mater. I hope i find many people of the same ilk in future alma maters.
I came across people who spare time for my well-being, both in person and on the web, from Mysore to the US. Despite, me calling or mailing them at odd hours, i can expect a cheerful voice from the other side, waiting for me to explain myself. Amazing isn't it?! I shall always be grateful to them.
At the same time, i'm involved in this web too. To my surprise! How humbling!! It would be such a nice world, if young minds are guided to the right track by able people. To do correct, to encourage the mind to flower beautifully. To infuse joy into the task of producing something illuminating.
Suddenly, life and our existance seems worth living.
This blog has survived three years, entangled in this web. I remembered the occasion a little late, during lab. And i pumped my hand into the air. Nevertheless, Thanks to You Guys, for making this entanglement worth it. Sticky and strong, it is. As i always say, it is a pleasant journey where much is learnt.
Inshallah!!
Undergraduate studies at MCC opened various avenues. Went to places from there, literally and metaphorically. Guess, this is the reason why i frequent MCC. My first alma mater. I hope i find many people of the same ilk in future alma maters.
I came across people who spare time for my well-being, both in person and on the web, from Mysore to the US. Despite, me calling or mailing them at odd hours, i can expect a cheerful voice from the other side, waiting for me to explain myself. Amazing isn't it?! I shall always be grateful to them.
At the same time, i'm involved in this web too. To my surprise! How humbling!! It would be such a nice world, if young minds are guided to the right track by able people. To do correct, to encourage the mind to flower beautifully. To infuse joy into the task of producing something illuminating.
Suddenly, life and our existance seems worth living.
This blog has survived three years, entangled in this web. I remembered the occasion a little late, during lab. And i pumped my hand into the air. Nevertheless, Thanks to You Guys, for making this entanglement worth it. Sticky and strong, it is. As i always say, it is a pleasant journey where much is learnt.
Inshallah!!
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Sometimes, when the mind is tired and is feeling low, comforting is required. Comforting can take various forms. Right from what the depressed seek to what the offerer offers. The offering maybe philosophy, solace, consolation, pity, empathy. This apart, the wanting mind seeks solace and compassion the most. It is not the time to expend philosophy. Talking philosophy, inturn, weakens the mind further. And pity is the last option on the list.
I realised this last week. Perhaps, it's one of those important lessons to be learnt in life. Man learns through the years', isn't it?
I realised this last week. Perhaps, it's one of those important lessons to be learnt in life. Man learns through the years', isn't it?
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It's that time again. When i'm being played around by fate, luck; call it whatever you want. Especially when one denies the hand of luck, irrespective of it's obvious presence.
The past few days have been hard. I've hardly been my usual self. Philosophy is on it's rounds. Expelling itself from folks at home and from professors. People have been talking to me, asking me to see happiness through the unhappiness. I'm back on track, or i hope to be so.
No wonder, when i told my profs, i'd be going home on a long weekend. They wanted me to go home and relax my frayed nerves.
Then i realize, it's three years since i started my blog. The occasion requires an article in celebration. Let's see, if i can do it.
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