I have been procrastinating a blog post for a VERY long time
now, thanks to the ever increasing ennui which has been on an all time high
last month, but if there was going to be any reason for me to get my arse here
and write, it was this: It’s 12/12/12! The last repetitive date which I’m going
to see in my lifetime! Makes you so aware of how mortal you are. And how life
is so very, very transient.
It’s funny how it’s almost always Radiohead which helps me
transition from my no-writing to writing mode. I’ve had days when I’ve just sat
like a big gunny bag full of sand doing absolutely nothing. And I’ve revelled
in it too. Is that okay?
Maybe it’s the foreboding about the 21st of
December *snigger* If that does happen, I will die in a bus on my way to Ahmedabad.
Which, by the way, is a pretty lousy way to die. I’m playing a small part in a
play written by a friend, which got selected in IIM A’s annual cultural fest: Chaos. I’m pretty psyched about it, seeing as Dualist Inquiry is going to
perform there as well. Also, I have another white hair (the third one now) and
a fresh new pimple on my cheek. All telltale signs of the coming apocalypse no?
The past one month has been jam-packed, airtight crazy busy.
Which is awesome, because when I’m busy, I don’t think about evil things. I can
just come back to my room, surf the net a bit, and sleep like it’s the most
precious thing in the world. Which by the way, it really is these days. College
has been good to me, and bad to me. Mostly good though, because it has made me
aware of all the things I didn’t know, and all the things I’m yet to know.
Journalism is unlike any other profession. You don’t delve deep into the
workings of any one subject, you delve deep into basically everything;
politics, history, psychology, sociology, anthropology. It made me realize how
I was trapped into a microcosm of the huge, huge world and how blind I really
was to so many things we face today as Indians, as people, as humans.
We finished our first live reporting TV news story
yesterday. We basically did it in one and a half days, and there were a lot of
scuffles, tension, hyperactivity, flared tempers and egos and mini mishaps and
disasters. But to watch the final output on the screen with the entire class and being appreciated was a brilliant and relieving experience. College has been about juggling
between workshops, classes, practices and taking out significant portions of
time to go on the terrace, lying down inside fluffy blankets and watch the
meteor shower till late into the night. It has been about listening to The Fray as the stars
shoot around you, and a misty cloud floats across the sky while you ponder
about the life, the universe and everything. About trying to accomplish all tasks on
time while oscillating between sudden bouts of euphoria and abrupt depressing
spells.
Life here is about talking to everyone, but knowing who
matters to you and keeping them very, very close. Life here is in trying to see
beyond what you see, trying to appreciate what you have, and stealing those few
favourite moments just for yourself. It’s about reading in the library, making
tea in the middle of the night, skipping meals and making impulsive plans of
going to the city, laughing at a nonsensical thing. Someone once told me that
we usually forget most days, they just pass by, in a jiffy. But we remember
some particular days because they made us feel different, special; so why not
try to do something that makes you feel like that every day and make every day
worth remembering?
With winter finally here, Christmas on its way and secret Santa surprises in the
air, it’s very difficult to remain grumpy for long. Especially if your next
two days are holidays and you have time to read, write and sleep. Even though I do not
believe in it, I made wishes when the stars were falling around me. I guess we
do need to keep a little faith inside us alive.
