It's Tuesday again. Sorry for the prolonged absence.
The passion that defined those initial days, the enthusiasm that was just infectious has subsided, sorry to say that though. What has been happening in the mean time is worth taking note of, worth pondering over. In my case I had my share of infighting, the alter ego and me arguing, discussing ‘Why blog in the first place and create the need to meet online when the simple way around would be a face to face conversation? What urge is that I am trying to satisfy with this online forum? What could this be other than just a timepass?’ Questions that they are, their answers I don’t seem to get!
Wait! Don’t go away. I never can fathom the reason but that’s it. ‘Sunsets are surely intoxicating. They make you do away with muzzy, fuzzy thoughts and give you the eureka moments. It’s just that philosophy goes hand-in-hand with sunsets.’ So here I am with the sunset outside and my philosophy inside.
Rain and thunder ditched us at the last moment and BDD class happened much to our dismay. That was Wednesday. With the impending extra holiday on Friday, the atmosphere on Thursday was of excitement for the forthcoming weekend. It’s ideal for everyone of us and suits our style- this 4working-3off days week. I vouch for it and I’m sure I’ve staunch supporters.
Weekends never seem to give one the success of having spent even 10 minutes with books. I’m really an experienced person when it comes to dealing with the guilt pangs that attack just before Monday morning. ‘What if I had studied a bit, just a tiny bit? I could take the whole class by storm, I would be the perfect role model, the ideal student… and all that!’ But you definitely know, with experience one acquires nerves of steel, and in my case even more having dealt with them for so many weekends altogether!
Monday morning blues seems to be the most cliched expression of all time among students- they are bugged by it, they talk about it, they even swear by it and for good measure. That makes life interesting, ain’t it? In all probabilities I should surely be a party to that. That too when it comes to attending CT aka BT.
With all the crazy classroom antics, sticky lectures, useless assignments week past was more than okay. That’s something what I call Living Civil.
Untimely demise of Mr. Lab Assistant, Chemical Deptt. has been greatly disturbing. Offering my condolences here.
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