A bloglet about vacillant blogwriting, moron's marriage and walking streets

A bloglet about vacillant blogwriting, moron's marriage and walking streets

I hate updating the blog when I am on vacation. To set things straight and lengthen this bloglet which I believe would be very long even without this piece of information, let me quote the top few reasons in descending order:

5. The place where I write my blog from is always a nightmare. I do not have an internet connection at home, so I have to get to a netcafe. The cafe where I am seated now has no privacy and worse yet, there are just too many college students trying to make everyone understand that their project work which they are in need to be typed/formatted has to be carefully typed or else the next columbia shuttle may fail.

4. I have to ramble inevitably about someone I met who is either  a. a stranger whom I met on my journey home or b. some relative who got hold of me somewhere. They would have the same thing in common, they would have bored the shit out of me.

3. I have to put up with a stupid internet connection and a keyboard that has surely undergone a year's typing by some gorilla in a circus-show. The gorilla might have looked cute but it has sure loosened all the keys. There - I have to remember to press "Enter" thrice one I put this period.

2.  I start my miss my daily routine of sleep (mandatory), work (optional) during a vacation and end up as a over-eaten and active youngish boy. I think its difficult for people to understand, but I rarely write anything that I enjoy when I am in such mood. I need some sleep-deprivation, some hunger and a lot of tiredness to write a blog I enjoy later (please note that I have used the term "a blog that I enjoy" - I rarely write anything enjoyable for others).

1. The grand numero uno : If have to put up with all the above reasons and still write this bloglet, then it invariably means that I am BORED AS HELL!!

Now, with my bloglet: the moron's marriage was splendid. It was good and I felt really happy for her. I had a twinge of my ego peaking at one point and the overall joy of her marriage was too good for me. I was smiling all day. Ergo, I have managed to miss her already but as it always happens (I know this with my previous experience with the wedding and parting of my own sister), time tends to heal all these small skirmishes. I have no intention of posting this paragraph in the final bloglet. I consider this a blasphemy and I always felt bad about writing after my own sister's wedding - events like these are not to be written and published. If you are reading all this stuff, it simply means that I have had a miraculous change of mind later.

The shopping spree lasted the whole weekend. I was buying things for the groom who happens to be my brother, the bride and for me as well. The groom has had a navy blue blazer which suits him just fine. My task now is to make sure that I dress presentable when the day comes, something which I am never comfortable with. But all those can wait.

The following text is a new revelation for me. Considering the endless tirade of the dorky college girls with whom I share the net cafe now, I might even consider to write the following as a thesis and submit it for a Ph.D. Ok, enough of the build-ups - here it is: vacations are not just good breaks from the monotony of work in a remote location. They are a source of great visions and a place where you do a lot of thinking for your life ahead. This is not completely new if you think about it but I am in the mood for casting everything I think of as a revelation right now. It has been four days since the vacation started but I haven't relaxed much. There has been just too much in the air to think about nothing and take what we often call a "break". And of course there has been questions and a lot of them. And of course I take a small walk everyday, talking to myself inside. There is nothing as good as a walk in my old streets. Streets which have seen me going to school carrying a bag/lunch, seen me going to college with a notebook and seen me going away in a car to take a flight to a far off land - my new home. Its been twenty years this June since we came to this place - nothing much to get envied at or even consider a emotional attachment to this place. But even after all these years, there is a simple truth that I talk well within myself in this place than anywhere else. I hope to walk to my own destiny soon.