Re-Energized and Rejuvenated

Just when things seem to slip out of your grasp like sand, there comes a moment when someone hands you a plastic bag to collect all that had trickled down. If you are intelligent enough to make use of that bag then be assured that the rock 'n' roll show has just started. Even if it doesn't last as long as you had expected it to, it will always make the effort worthwhile. Just snatch the damned bag!

Somewhat similar happened to me a few days ago. The only glitch in the story was that my sand had already slipped out of my grasp and lay scattered on the floor. Moreover, I was not even handed the bag. Just told where it could be found. And that haven was called 'Resource Centre', known to lesser mortals as a library.

It's been a roller-coaster ride ever since. Searching for purpose in life; fighting that queasy feeling that had become so fundamental to my existence; or looking at everything around me with a suspecting eye. I was a hopeless mess to say the least. But I decided to give it a shot. And boy! Did I enjoy it!

I had forgotten the feeling of bliss. God bless you for helping me remember how that felt. A strange rush of adrenaline. I have been rejuvenated in the kingdom of the written word. I am just like a boy collecting pebbles on the shore of this vast sea of knowledge. But I love to immerse myself in it's depths. After all, there is so much to learn and explore. So much novelty to discover. I know nothing and I am willing to learn.

But the best is yet to come. I come back from my haven with that foolish grin over my face, clamp my headphones firmly over my ears and let the melodies flood my ears - Ah! Music never sounded better. I am loving every moment of this new found freedom. It seems grades and jobs are for lesser mortals. I am just interested in knowledge. I am a Seeker. I will continue paying my homage at the altar of knowledge until the very wisdom that I gain persuades me to do otherwise.

Let's Hope The Feeling Lasts!

Memories Etched In Sepia Frames

I have stolen the title of this post from a poem that a friend of mine posted on her blog not a long while ago. What I have put up here are some recent pics which are special in their own way. I am sure that they will remain so and remind me of some very memorable moments in the times to come. They do not have any captions as any such picture doesn't need to be described. It has to be, ahem, felt.

Of Music And The Like

This post of mine is utterly unplanned and is likely to be highly erratic and disjoint - two words which can somewhat sum up the state of my affairs these days. I am not even sure whether the title is justified. The idea was ephemeral. It flashed past my mind like a shooting star and was gone in a nano-second. What was left behind was a will to somehow express the fleeting experience in a language understood by mere mortals.

It was music again. The melodious notes of Coldplay creating harmonious disturbances in my mind. It must have been these subtle variations that triggered the chain reaction which finally culminated in me writing this post. Music is always so subtle in its effects. Sometimes quietly making us embark on that kaleidoscopic journey called Nostalgia. At other times sowing the seed of some eccentric thought which triggers a process in itself. It might not lead to anything substantial, but it always urges us to think in directions we never thought about and explore paths we never imagined we could travel. So subtle and yet so momentous. Shakespeare was spot on when he said that a person who does not love music is a devil - fit for treachery and deceit. Music makes you love and hate, all at the same time. It makes you think and and fantasize. It makes you humane and satanist.

Music is life. It is the life-blood flowing in your veins. It is the heart beating in your chest. It is the brain giving you ideas. It triggers thoughts which can change the world. Music seems white. Music seems black. Music is every shade of grey in between.

After all, these are the musings of a dreamer who lives in some parallel universe most of the time. But it is music which makes me dream. And I am ready to do anything for that. It is nothing less that an adrenaline rush. When encompassed by harmony, I am on a high. When lost in its tresses, I am a different man. I am what I want to be. I am Me.

Probation

Well Well Well. It seems that this semester I managed to add another feather to my already adorned cap. After laboriously managing to earn the dubious record of bunking the maximum number of classes last semester, I had begun to think that ‘that’ would be the end of my glorious exploits. But as it turned out, Lady Fortune had other plans for me. Hardly a week into the new semester, I have been handed a Letter of Probation by the DOSA (Dean of Student Affairs) along with 16 other of my batchmates for ragging 5 hapless juniors.

Ragging my foot! If I had been ragging those minions then I would have happily added this letter to my glorious annals. But the crux of the matter is that we wasn’t even ragging those ‘poor souls’. They were just being asked why Zidane head-butted Materazzi. Imagine that! Now do you call that ragging? But the warden and DOSA would not even hear a word from us. They just kept on harping on one damned point. Why had we latched the door from inside! Just a lame excuse, if you ask me. They were already 22 homo sapiens in that cramped room and other seniors passing by might have been tempted to join in the melee. We were actually protecting those bastards. Whatever, man! So much for acting the protector! My name’s there on the notice board now. Will remain there for a week. At least it got there somehow. Even if it is for all the wrong reasons.