One..Two...Three

It is one of those Friday nights (or should I say the wee hours of a Saturday morning) when I can`t fall asleep even though during the daytime, I can`t stop cribbing aloud about the sleep-hours we are unofficially permitted to have. Perhaps its coz of the lack of deadlines to meet, assignments to be submitted and the likes.N now that I`ve been summer-ed it sure means less of those fish-market GD`s and anxious waitin-for-the-results bit.Now, I know there is a tornado`s worth of all these stuff waitin for me in the coming week(s), but acknowledging the fact that there is no pending work is slightly ..umm....unnerving.Its something like you`ve been longing for that Barbie since times immemorial and now when you finally get to lay your hands on it , u dunno what to do with it.

Neways, here go few of my musings..

- One person, I would love to meet up : Deepika Singh

We happened to get acquainted (online !!) way back in 1999,when email was the coolest thing to happen, thanks to a common friend.A few months later however,we somehow lost touch.A few years, change of email ids, orkut , blogspot and the likes later, I chance upon her blog (thanks to another common friend), which keeps me glued to it for a couple of hours.And then realisation and familiarity dawns upon me ...Small world really !! One person who I had heard a lot about way back in Middle school, and who has quite lived up to the aura, one person who has no qualms anout speaking her mind in a blog which has an enviable number of loyal readers, a person who can make sense in one sentence, and contradict herself in the very next line and make even more sense. Wish He makes more like her ...

- Two countries, I would love to visit : Greece, France

I caught up with a movie (after ages !!) The Sisterhood of the Travelling pants which showed a Greece pretty different than what Chalte Chalte had showcased.It wasn`t Athens, instead it was this little island inhabited by the fishing folk, white houses with blue roofs stright out of a UNICEF postcard, overlooking a harbour with the bluest water,the clear mediterranean skies.The girl actor was one of the most delicate beauties ..the kind you expect to be having "Fragile,to be handled with care" stamped all over her.And the male actor who played a fisherman, was drop dead gorgeous..you know, all those greek guys, described in detail,in those Mills and Boon`s , who make you go weak in your knees with one lopsided grin of theirs.Whew !! I wish my college ties up with some decent Greek B-school,for an exchange program.Ahh ..Life would be beautiful then :).

For me France isnt really synonymous with Paris.I would like to go travelling along its countryside and check out the non-paris part of france.Wanna see how affected (or unaffected , for that matter) the people are of the glamour their country is associated with.Is every french guy, a hunk and girl, a hottie ? The dozen odd french exchange students on campus are like the sweetest people around.The guys albeit a bit lost are cute alright and seem very gung-ho about exploring Exotic-India.

- Three things, Im eagerly looking forward to (in the near future):

1) The OBL or Outbound Learning program : 4 days out in the woods with batchmates, in the peak of the December chills.Trekking,Rock-climbing,Rapelling,river-rafting, Mountain climbing et al.Wait for a post on that.

2) Sleeping : Wish I could just sleep and sleep and sleep without feelin guilty about overstepping the unmarked boundary line of 3-4 hours.

3) Go Home : I don`t think I need to elaborate on this atleast.

All this thought of uninterrupted sleep has started making me feel really cosy and drowsy.I think ill just sign off ...tadaa

Long time ...

This is my first visit to my own blog in months, and I feel rotten about it. This was a part of my me, an unnatural extension of my identity not very long ago.It was(it still is) "My Space..", how could I have given it the cold shoulder for so long ? But that precisely is why I consider my blog or for that matter a diary the most trusting friend one could ever have.It patiently waits for you to come back to it...never complaining...just hoping through the long silent absences , that you will come back to it.You still find it the same as you had last left it.And the cherry on the icing is, it has no hang-ups whatsoever about welcoming you back plus you are not subjected to a tirade of different forms of "where the hell were you all these days?".But,to come to think of it , Where WAS I all these days ?.It is not as if I was cut off from the virtual world at any point of time.Hell, ALL of the work I do and a major chunk of my studies is done online but still I couldnt spare a few minutes to ponder over how my day was !!
Now, I don`t understand the term 'bored', nor do I relate to people who get bored. There`s just so much to do , so much to soak in, in these 24 hours we are given everyday,and it frustratingly amazes me as to why I couldnt take a few minutes out for myself in these 24 hours multiplied by scores of days.

And I know the answers to all these questions lie within me...but would I take the effort to find them out?