When you do something for a very long time you become immune to it. This is what happens with all the students [atleast it happened with me]. After giving exams for some what 15 years, I got used to them. I stopped worrying about them, I stopped thinking about them. The date-sheets lost their meaning; they lost the zeal and became a routine.
Category: Candid Confession
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After continuous beating for 20 minutes my hand is now feeling the strain. Don’t draw too many conclusions, its just coffee [me and Akshat, my room mate felt the urge of a hot cup of milk which eventually gets quenched by coffee]. Am again sitting at this odd hour with my laptop and a cup of cappuccino in my cozy room, so its time to blurt out some stuff which wont make much sense, but should keep coming out every now and then [the thought provoking and hot cappuccino axiom].
Writer’s Bloc
It’s been some time since I posted anything. The last one was on 18th of this month, and it was written a few days before being posted. So in a nut shell over 10 days, and it is not because I was very busy or something [am never busy, sometimes I feel am the most vella person on this earth] its just that am not able to think what to write and what not.
I Don’t Know, You Tell Me!
When the classes in the college continue till late in the evening, students complaint a lot! After every lecture they ask each other, how many more to go? And then answer the question themselves. Everyday everyone wish for the lectures to get over early, and luckily on few occasions all the prayers do get heard. Today is again the lucky day and am at my place by 5:30 p.m.
The Odd Hour Affair. . .
It’s been a long time since I wrote a post sitting at this hour of night [1:05 a.m.]. Initially many were born and brought up at the odd hours of night, but lately most of the writing was taking place in the day time only. Personally speaking, I like this time a lot, especially when I gotta write something. My affair with writing at night started when I was in 11th standard. At that time I used to write my practical files. Well practically it was copying from someone else’s file. As my mom never liked the idea of copying, doesn’t matter even if it was a practical file, so I used to write it at this hour when everyone was asleep.
Why I love Rains?
Rains are a part of the large weather cycle which we have in India and Delhi particularly. Due to the distance from sea we experience extreme continental climate in the national capital, varying with five seasons- summers, monsoon, autumn, winters and spring. Today in the morning all of a sudden the day from sunny changed to cloudy. It was a pleasant surprise to see a thick cloud cover on a bright sunny day, with cool and fast wind blowing. Sometime after it started to rain, first slowly and then a real downpour which is nowadays rare even during the monsoon. There is something very special about rainy days and monsoon. This is particularly my favourite season, and this unscheduled rainfall provided me with a reason to write a post on rains which was overdue for a long time [as long time back I was provided with the idea of writing a post about rains and what is special about them by a smarty]. Continue reading “Why I love Rains?”