

I never knew I loved my desk so much.
Am gonna miss seeing this when away from home
(BestFriend said blood would have been better instead of juice, and I threw a marble vase at him. Hypothetically, of course. ![]()
Like I happened to enlighten somebody who asked about him, he’s actually a very nice guy who sometimes says wise stuff after…like…getting hit on the head with a football during a game, or something like that. But that is less often and so he’s usually at the receiving end of all my hypothetical violence.
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(Oh and by the way, the pictures are mine.)
Anyways,
I had a full-blown nostalgia trip a few days back. Went to school for some work and it was like- Whoa. They’re going on just the same even with all of us not in it anymore. But that was a fleeting weird thought. So I came back home and decided to bring some order to the chaos in the universe. Now I’m the kind of person who can’t stand clutter AT ALL. Even if the clutter consists of precious objects. And sorting / organizing stuff is almost therapeutic, next only to shopping (which translates to bringing in more stuff to be organized. : | Uh. Ain’t life so paradoxical? ).
So I sorted re-sorted and organized re-organized all my skool stuff- questionpapers, tests, random notes passes in class, scribblings and idle doodles, poetry drafts, keepsakes from trips with friends and a whole lot of other unclassified stuff accumulated from the past three years or so- into neat paper-clipped sheaves, then envelopes and dustproof seal-able folders and stowed it all away out of sight in the hinterlands of the closet.
Yeah, I’m emotional like that. But it felt better. Like, now my future biographers would have no difficulty at all in reconstructing in total detail the story of my life even if I happen to grow into an 85 year old amnesiac eccentric old woman.
That’s a morbid thought I know.
Oh. What in sweet hell is the point of this post? It is this. I’m going on a break from blogging till some of the entrance examinations I gotta give get over. And that’s gonna take two months at least. Might be blogging intermittently and replying to comments.
Funny part is, people go on hiatuses between blogging. And I, apparently, blog between hiatuses. : / Yeah whatever.
However, I’ll be on Twitter and updating upon the general state of the world around me and so I put its widget right here on the sidebar *points* . So keep checking back. Or follow me on twitter. (You could comment on the twitters in this post’s comment page, if you would like to.)
There’s no point probably even in informing about this since nobody is like dying to read what I write anyways. But if somebody actually is, *pauses to blow delicately at her fingernails* I have some other alternatives for ‘em:
By the time you do this, I’ll already be back, promise.
Hopefully with the extra pounds lost and a place in a med college. Wish me luck.
Till then, keep on rocking.
Love and peace, universe!
Now next is physics and I’m taking no chances with it at least. But for how long can you keep appreciating the elegant nuances of subatomic particles and the intangible dynamics of semiconductor electronics? Not that I don’t like studying stuff. But I’m wishing I had studied harder last year. Heck, even this last month.
And I increasingly feel I have more inclination towards literature, languages, history, myth, art, designing, ya know, stuff like that. Non-technical intellectuality. More human stuff.
Or Life Sciences. I could read biology day in and day out and not get tired of it. And I like all that. Yeah I know I’ll have enough of even that in some med course (for which I’ll have a fiz exam first. Argh.) I have enough of that supposed-to-study-stuff in bio even now.
But. I’m. Supposed. To. Mug. Fiz. Now.
On second thoughts, physics is kinda cool. And people hold science people (like, real science people. Researchers, scientists.) in more awe than they do designers/authors/historians. I mean, not as people, but their work in generally more respected, or should I say, considered more erudite. Or at least that’s what I have observed. (Remember Vittoria Vetra, anybody?
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( I wouldn’t mind being a physicist if that would, in addition, also make me as lean, as confident, and as smart as what she was portrayed to be. It’s not like I’m particularly horrible. Glowing skin, check. Long black hair, check. Earthy features, maybe. “Raw sensuality”? Not for myself to judge
But slender like that? I wish.
No seriously, I think she was pretty cool. Her whole character. And driving around Rome examining old churches for clues to a wild macabre treasure-hunt-like chase…and that too with a smart, macho, swimmer-physique, Harvard-brain guy (*sigh*) while an un-found Antimatter bomb is ticking away to total annihilation. That all would be totally my thing too.
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See? Started off talking about physics. Guess I gotta go back to my teeny-tiny atoms and nuclei doing that crazy decay-dance of theirs.
But who would ever believe that of all the people in the world (or now out of it
), it was nobody else but Dan Brown who inspired me to study fizix with less hatred.
At least for some time.
*blows delicately at her fingernails*
Thank you if you just said Congrats.

I don’t think the new year has had a really great start for me. I mean, I’m lagging in all my study schedules, am past all the deadlines I set for myself…but no end in sight…And the strangest thing is, I’m not getting pro-active, like I usually happen to do.
So I think from now on I’ll blog on schedule—say twice/thrice a week at least. Or maybe I should fix a particular day. Yeah, that would be better. Blog on Sundays, Tuesdays; lock myself in a room with books, caffeine, and no internet on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays; and finish long-overdue tasks of saving the world on Saturdays.
In between all this, teach my kid sister the alphabet and the correct words to “Johnny, Johnny” while trying not to think about little Johnny’s namesake supermodel-actor.
Also wash my little Carrie and supervise the maid while mom’s gone to work. (I found the maid watching The Bold and The Beautiful—just watching, coz she doesn’t understand English—in some of her idle minutes yesterday.
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Got to do some self-maintenance as well.
Maybe I should put off saving the world on Saturdays till all of this gets done.
So will try to keep you updated about Mission Status as often as possible, and other general randomness. Keep coming back.
(pics courtesy Corbis.com)
Sheesh, studying science kinda kills your creativity. And tomorrow is my physics exam. And our tuitions teacher has come up with a grand new scheme– he’s made all of us tell him the marks we expect to get in this exam. And if anybody gets marks below the targeted, I dare not think of the consequences.
And yours truly, like the whimsical girl that she is, told him 62 out of 70. This is the sad part.
But I just couldn’t help sharing this question I found in the Kinematics part of the textbook. Read it–
And the last line just cracked me up–
Practical applications of physics, eh?