I’m tired

As the third month of 3rd semester almost comes to an end, a hollow feeling begins to sink in. As my life tends to become limited, as if being compacted by a trash crusher I can almost compare it to a monastery cut off from civilization, the occupants of which ~like me~ fear to go out into the real world. It’s not like there is nothing to do out here. Rather there is so much I am supposed to do, that there is very little time for things I want to. More so, I have also forgotten things I wanted to do. Hmm. I am confused.

I vividly remember the last time this happened. I lost my teenage in the mad race called competitive exams and by the time I realized it, I was already out of my teenage. Even to this day, I have to correct mother when she blames my “teen”age for my clumsiness. I remind her of my age, and in the process, get rudely reminded of it myself. Will my history repeat itself, is the question I would like to  ask myself. Seriously, I’m very tensed when mother calls me every time reminding me about my end-semester which are supposedly after a month later. It’s not about fear of exams, but about how to live up to the expectations of my parents at home.

While attending the lectures in college, I realized some things. In three years time I will be 22. And, as I go on to join the corporate world, straight jacketed in formals, working longer and harder to outperform, to move up the invisible corporate ladder, leaving very little time for myself. Maybe then I will ask this same question to myself again. Am I losing out on something? Here and now. Four wholesome youthful years of my life, are they expendable?

The Sensex is soaring to greater heights everyday and Need for Speed Hot pursuit is going to be reinvented on November 16. With so many exciting things happening around the world, I don’t think I need to go out and make an effort to make news for the time being. So I think I’ll just post this and go to sleep.

Sharad Shubhechha… From our home to yours…

Back home

Temperatures are down here at my hometown after another welcome shower last night. Hope this respite is not short lived. As I sit on my couch and hopping from one channel to another endlessly on my TV I couldn’t wait any longer to put down in words my journey back home.

As me and my friend walked up to the reservation counter for the last time before boarding the train enquiring whether the tickets being confirmed or not, I could feel the drums beating in my ears for durgapuja. As expected we’re stuck at W/L 15 and I was pretty sure that our journey was not going to be comfortable. Fortunately, a guy of our branch came to our rescue with a confirmed ticket. People whom you do not recognize in the hostel are good friends here at the station if they have a confirmed ticket. We three shared the same berth. In 5 hrs every limb of my body was cramped and was screaming for mercy because of the small place I was adjusted in. Finally the night passed and I reached Kolkata at 5:30 AM in the morning. It was cool out there, and I could breathe fresh air and hear my home calling. I rushed out of the station and booked a cab to the nearest bus depot. I was in a rush, but still I managed to take the first bus from there at 6.

The bus broke down due to some engine problem in the middle of nowhere and all the passengers we’re getting really annoyed with it. As my phone was out of charge I’d to borrow iPod from the guy sitting next to me so that I could cut back on the boredom. Unbelievably, the playlist on his iPod was playing Ustad Amjad Ali Khan. This may be the last place where one would expect classical music playing. I guess, our rich culture has still got a chance of surviving after all. My friend was there to receive me at the bus stand. As I walked down the streets I saw preparations for the upcoming puja has already started. As I reached home, I could smell some delicious decadent food made by mum, and that was all I needed then. Now, that’s all... More next time…

Exams>> egg jams…

As I updated my FB status, I came across many of my friends screaming with post exam agony. Some were grudging the length of the paper while some were complaining about the question setup. Ironically, Engineering is not a cup of tea, for guys like me who spend a lot of time in studies… :P

Each night had something in common. It began with the search of a teacher in hostel who could explain to us what the syllabus was in plain eng. We skimmed over the tougher topics and grabbed as many marks bearing topics in that period  as we could. To cover a syllabus of 3 months in 8 hrs even partially is not an easy job. Mugging up things was the only resort at that time, explaining and understanding concepts is well and good but not in exam night. Apart from studies there were many serious discussions about the meaning of “life” and other important things that boys like to discuss about. Finally we ended up making the solemn promises that we take every year and never carry out; I m sure it’ll be the same this time too. Every year we make same promises in order to expiate our sins which we committed the whole year. It is definitely not nice to see people sleeping soundly when we’re  up and running ourselves. The nights were spent worrying about what disaster was going to befall us the next day; even there were thoughts planning to skipping this exam and sit for a re-exam which is supposed to happen. Whatever is left of the morning of the exam was spent on writing our worst knowledge on small bits of paper that may help us in the exam. Exam after exam the scenario was repeated monotonously.

Now exams have ended I shudder to think of that period. And what all I remember is that, when a boundary condition is applied to an adiabatic process, the voltage drop across the load resistance is invariant to the non-linear system, which constructs to call a function showing null deflection in that bridge made of extrinsic semiconductors proving the continuity equation to be wrong… :P aahh… I didn’t get that too... anyways… Later

I’m coming home

As everyone around me began to gear up for the first exam of 2^nd year, day after tomorrow( some mid-semester exam), I decided to take some time out and put down in words about this past week; and also the coming week which has tortuous exams to go through. As in the story the beast comes before the beauty, similarly exams have to come before a vacation so that we can spend them being miserable about the exams.

As I rolled my eyes over the IRCTC site looking forward to the wait list movement where I am waitlisted in, I realize that some things in life are not meant to be learnt, or discussed, they are just supposed to happen. After the ultimate enjoyment of my roommate’s birthday party last night, I was just pondering what it was like; this past week. Things started going wrong from the very beginning of the week, as I’ve been diligently waking up at 10am missing my first half classes every bloody day of the week, which is not at all good for my “healthy” attendance report. My pen drive went missing; cell phone display was out; watch froze. And lastly laptop is also down with some GFX problem, which turns it off abruptly… oh… it’s gone again… aghhh… :x

Now, just one more week left before going back home. And I don’t know what this coming week have in store for me. It is said that every cloud has got a silver lining; I believe this week would bring me some good luck. I suddenly realize that nothing is better than HOME, a place I’ve always wanted to stay away from. As my laptop is screwed up, cell phone display is out, watch is off and my PNR status shows no change… there’s only one thing to say… no matter what… DAD, I’m coming home…