The morning rant.

This is rather interesting. If you haven't ever done it yet, you're missing out on an invaluable experience.

Its six in the morning, but that is not what's so special about now. What is special is the experience of the night as it slowly turns into day. It is poetic how that happens. The sheen of the moon as it slowly melts into the horizon giving way to the pale pinkish glow of the first rays of the day.

Its things like this that almost make you forget the various hurdles in life, the Compres being the foremost one at the moment. They seem almost trivial if not non-existent, like you could easily overcome them.

And as I breathe in the fresh cool air of the morning, I'm filled with this awe of everything that is around us, and everything that we rarely notice. Cliches aside we really should be more observant.

Its irksome though, knowing that the pleasant breeze will soon turn into the hot and blazing loo. Well, that's Pilani. There's little we can do about it, except maybe take five baths in a day.

That aside though, the Pilani induced insomnia often works out for the best. Through the quiet beauty of the night and the serenity of the morning breeze, one can hope to attain the very allusive and crucial peace of mind.

Rant of a long night.

This is one of those posts that I write because I simple have nothing better to do. Or I do have something better to do, except I don't feel the slightest inclination to do it. Like in this case with the ES-II exam on Monday, I should ideally be breaking my head over coils, and rotors and what not. But with the ridiculously small attention span that I have for anything boring, or say, repulsive, it is very very hard to stick to what is right.

So instead, I refreshed the Facebook page a million times. But sadly there isn't much activity going on there at 3.30 in the morning. What can I say, the nocturnal lifestyle isn't as popular as one would like. So instead I read some random articles on Wikipedia, some online magazines, and inevitably watched a few episodes of my favourite sit-coms.

Insomnia is hard when you're alone. The dark empty corridor not to mention hauntingly quiet is a little more than just unsettling. Well, at least the crickets keep you company. But then again, I don't exactly recall anyone say they had a good time with the crickets. Pardon that very stupid last line. One doesn't exactly think sensibly at such an ungodly hour.

In the worst case of boredom, I could attempt deciphering ES-II again.
Ha. No, not even then.

Another movie, perhaps?
Annie Hall. Yes.

Jobless

its after one in the morning as i realise i have been staring blankly at the textbook for the last one hour. Damn i don’t even remember which subject it was. My roomy soundly asleep, having practised all the eg plates atleast twice. I mean she is a nice girl and a very dear friend but sometimes she gives me the creeps. Like god when i go to sleep she is staring at the book when i wake up she is still with it. did she even sleep?
Oh i see now. My maths book is open in front of me. And oh..i have a test tomorrow. After having studied maths for mre than 13 yrs (and its always been my fav subject and mind u i am actually good at it)i fail to see why in the name of god we have to prove 0u=0! I mean even physics always made more sense to me than this does.

Its two in the morning now. No..didnt make it to the next page. ‘facebooking’ is somehow more appealing than mugging absolutely ridiculous theorems. ‘facebooking’...funny how people coin such terms...first it was orkutting...strange though we never seemed to have used ‘hi5ing’.
Yeah am absolutely jobless. Sleep wont come, well even if it did my heavily running nose wont let it stay. God! Such punishment for 1 choco vanilla icecream! And i thought there existed some form of justice in the world.
Ok..now the headache. Yes ye almighty succumb to your majestic powers. Let me just sleep.
Yes i will sleep now.