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.

Of joblessness, boredom and spite.

There are many things you learn in the course of your life. And in the otherwise mundane sleepy village of Pilani, you’d be surprised at the level of life philosophy that you can learn.

We all know it’s a complex world. Well, I didn’t know exactly how complex till one of those deep and meaningful (albeit drunken and jobless) discussions that you can have only at 1 in the morning with your close friends. It’s surprising how little things can be so humongously blown out of proportion in the land with no malls (and many other things). Where simple courtesy is branded hypocrisy and hypocritical indeed all relationships are, it is rather difficult to find the mental peace one desperately needs at the end of a long hard day (of even if only lying around watching sitcoms).

But in all seriousness, where has life’s simplicity gone to, when people said what they felt and felt what they said, when being nice to people was simply an extension of the niceness in oneself (yes, there is niceness in everybody) without ulterior motives, without judgement at every step? It’s appalling how prompt and incorrect assessment based on nothing but prejudice can tarnish the simplest of intentions.

But I guess that’s how the lives of jobless, frustrated people roll.
That’s right. I can judge too.

The trickling of the heavens

The incessant rain in Pilani now has finally compelled me to dedicate an article pondering over this amazing new phenomenon. For someone who has spent only a little more than a year at this place, this is quite remarkable and simply beautiful.



We all remember our favourite rainy days, like back in class one when my dad had come to pick me up from school in the lunch hour amidst torrential rains that filled up the cars and autos with at least knee length water. Or when school was cancelled because the roads were waterlogged and we stayed home watching T.V. and devouring on mom’s amazing food. Or more recently lying curled up in bed with some awesome book and looking out of the windows occasionally not being able to help but wonder and be amazed by such breath-taking beauty.

For me, the best part of rain is before it actually pours, when the sky is completely draped with dark clouds, the leaves waver in the soft cool breeze; you know then that something exquisite is about to happen. The pleasing feeling that comes with it is unmatched, it never fails to awe or soothe the mind. I remember spending countless days in my room back home just staring out of the window when it rained. Those memories have a lot to do with rejuvenation.

Here in Pilani, its all the more beautiful. The greenery, the pristine sky and the relentless rain; its nothing short of magical. Even now as I look out of my hostel window I’m simply enamoured by how picturesque it looks, and how pleasing it feels.

There is something about the rains that forces you to forget all else. Something about it, that though it makes your hair curl up like noodles, smudges your kajal all over your eyes and drenches you through and through, it still makes your heart soar.

The romance of rain is perennial and forever endearing. As I look heavenwards once again, I can only be thankful for all that I behold, and all that I feel.