Written on 1:30 AM by Alec.
Okay. This post is a timeline peg. A milestone that I would like to refer back some 20 years or something from now, when I will be all engrossed in the never ending web of my own life's complexities, office deadlines, relationship issues, family problems, and of course, general mid life crisis anxiety.
After having a 12 hour sleep which was very comforting, continuous and peaceful without the aid of a slightest drop of alcohol (or any catalyst, for tht matter, not even exams), I woke up to realise that my 4 day long weekend had just begun. Awesome.
The rays of sun shone bright on my light blue bed sheet by 12 noon, and created an aura of pleasure in the lazily warm afternoon in the pre-winter time of the year. I lied lazily on the bed and browsed through the editorials of the Hindu with the melody 'Chand si mehbooba ho meri kab...' streaming loosely out my laptop. Awesome.
I reflected on the issues that have been boggling me since the last few days, including my relationship with a girl, and found that I was wrong, having succumbed to peer pressure. I took a sigh of relaxation. I always become relaxed when I find tht a problem occurred due to me being wrong. I can blame it all on myself then, and be done with it. Its more difficult to live happily when you know that a problem occurred even though you were right in approaching that. And then I discovered the prospect of laying my mattress in the sunshine outside for some time so that it could do away wid the moist smell tht was irritating me since I came back from home after the Puja holidays. After about 2 hours, when I lied back on the warm sunwashed mattress, it felt soooooo good.
Awesome.
Morale of the story - Before this point in the timeline, there have been moments when I actually thought that my life would never be as happy again. But the presence of this pleasant day helps me confirm that whatever happens, there will always be a better, pleasing, warm sunny day waiting for me after every catastrophe. This reminds me of Kailash Kher, btw.
And yes, this memory peg would also help me remember my spiritually luxurious life out here in iit.
Alok.
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Written on 9:54 AM by Alec.
I have reached the verge of confirming a new theory.
Either
ALL guys are infatuation prone perverts.
Or
ALL girls believe that ALL guys are infatuation prone perverts.
This theory is simple, but I am awed by its all inclusiveness.
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Written on 2:59 AM by Alec.
Can't somebody develop antibodies to counteract the infection of a mind by a girl? The reaction is so predictable that it actually seems to follow some scientific law...
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Written on 5:34 PM by Alec.
One doesn't always need to resort to weed or grass to get high. At least i don't. Deprive yourself of sleep for two to three days and you'll know what I am talking about. It feels so murky and yet limpid like a glass of plain water.
When I get high on sleep (or better put, on the absence of it), I behave strangely. Getting into the cosy bed is the first thing that comes in mind, (and its the every second thought that keeps coming in mind.) But I choose to elongate the ecstasy of thinking about hugging the slumber hottie finally. What reason does it serve? Have got no idea.
I know what I am doing, but why I am doing that gets beyond my thinking powers. When I turn my head, it feels as if a spring has been fitted in my neck, and it vibrates. The respiration rate hits the bedrock, and the whole body goes into some kind of inertial state.
With eyes burning near the lashes and shoulders dropping down like the fallen sails of a conquered ship, I switch into selective listening. My wingmate is yelling, but I don't give a damn to him. Even if I want to, I can't coz' he's talkin gibberish. I become totally dumb, but can hear my thoughts echoing loudly in my brain. It feels as if half of the brain has been thrown off, coz it feels lighter up there. The reaction time gets sluggish, and so does my typing speed. The extremities of the body start failing to make their presence felt. Slowly the head starts swinging. Side to side, to and fro motion. I try to keep my head still.
But it swings from the inside. May be its the pendulum of the internal body clock which is swinging. I stop thinking after some time. The world stops mattering then. No peer, no profs, no hollow hearted crushes anywhere near. I feel trance. Eternal peace. And then the eyelids start betraying. I know I can delay being high for some more strange minutes, but now my own guards have given up. How can a warrior keep fighting when his own horse choses to betray him? Then the slender curtains fall. Slowly, but surely.
After that? Hangover.
I wake up.
Alok.
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Written on 1:46 AM by Alec.
This summer I happened to work with the architectural firm that's designing IIM A's new campus. And as an intern, I got to make frequent site visits out of my own curiousity.
One hell of a hallowed institution, with two campuses separated by a busy road.
And after all my observations and speculations, this is what I could feel about the campus couple -
"The IIM A new campus has a factory architecture. A factory for the brains. While the IIM A old campus has a temple architecture. A temple that celebrates human intelligence. Just as an apple can not be compared with an egg, you cannot compare the two and be judgemental about it, coz' each one is equally elegant in its own domain."
Alok.
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Written on 1:46 AM by Alec.
और आग बरसाओ अरुण,
बस इतने में खूँ नही खौलता मेरा.
तेरी अग्नि की बारिश से
जब धरा दहक सी जाती है
मेरे अन्दर की वितृष्णा
तब हल्के से मुस्काती है।
इस दुनिया की ये निष्ठुरता,
हर ओर व्याप्त संघर्ष प्रखर,
निज दाह धर्म को किस कारण
मुझपे कम करना चाहोगे...
और चाहो फ़िर भी क्या होगा,
तेरे ठंडे होने पर भी
ये किरणें तेरी इन्द्रधनुष
बन कर मुझपर गिरने पर भी,
मैं सना पसीने के रस में,
अपनी संघर्ष की बारिश में,
तेरी कोमल सद्किरणों का
वह स्वाद नही ले पाऊंगा।
तो और आग बरसाओ अरुण।
खौलाओ मेरा लहू और।
और फेंको मुझपर अग्नि वाण।
दहकाओ मेरा कनक मान।
बस इतने में खूँ नही खौलता मेरा.
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Written on 6:01 AM by Alec.
The only thing which you loathe a moment after you have enjoyed it, and blame it to the hormones... :P
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