Things have been very morbid for me over the past two days. I have spent a significant amount of my time reading about ways in which people have, and consequently, I can kill other human beings. This does not, of course, mean that I haven't had morbid thoughts in the past... it's just that I simply didn't keep reading page upon page of it in a reference book. (NB: Asking me when I had morbid thoughts in the past is hereby deemed beyond the scope of any comments that may be sent in)
Don't get me wrong though - I thoroughly enjoyed reading page upon page - it didn't necessarily make me happy to do so nor did it ease the constant exam-induced depression that I suffer from, but it did make for interesting reading. Couple that with Lord Denning's crisp sentences and a romantic age poem or two in my breaks and thats some variety..isn't it??
Anyway - on to more serious things now. I had this extremely scary feeling that my life was really boring at the moment, and in danger of getting more so very soon. This feeling came about when I walked back from the railway station to home - a walk that always feels like it durates (if I haven't told you the history behind that word - please find out from somebody who I have) an age, but really lasts about 4 minutes.
This is due to the fact that my most profound thinking on life and matters surrounding it takes place in this brief, yet undoubtedly intellectually-productive interval. (These include a decision to produce a literary masterpiece on my activities relating to wasp conservation in Bombay)
The intellectual activity during the walk home is also one of several reasons that I prefer using 'my' (please refer to previous blog - title forgotten - for an explanation to the use of inverted commas) bike to move around. It gives me far less opportunity to examine things which need not be examined at junctures which invariably turn out to be uncomfortable.
I have, therefore, decided that I shall make my life as interesting as possible from hereon. I shall study a minimum of 'n' hours a day. (Kindly note the smart use of a variable here) Furthermore, I shall indulge in my favourite hobby of locating and swatting mosquitoes for a considerable period of time every day. I am also now determined to 'read' the Bombay Times (available on Sunday too.. Yay!!) from cover to cover for two reasons. First, to improve my sense of fashion, women's in particular, which I have been told is currently non-existent. (I have enrolled myself in almost every female friend's personal course on the subject) Second, the intense analysis of a BT edition would enhance my writing skills and will enable me to put in bold the appropriate words so that they are seen by all.
I am also open to further suggestion. Frivolous suggestions are kindly to be avoided.This is a very crucial time in my first mid-life crisis. (I don't hope to live beyond the age of 40 - it seems too strenuous...or boring!)
So a quote to sign off - most appropriate for the occasion:
"When people are bored, it is primarily with their own selves that they are bored"
- Eric Hoffer
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dude i strongly feel that the bombay times is going to hamper your style of writing, you write better than half those morons employed by TOI...though there are some columns which are good...and honestly for a sense of fashion the bombay times is the last place you should look...better than that is just to sit in the canteen of xavier's or jai hind and watch the people in and out...that would give you a better idea of fashion than BT...do u get any kind of magazine at home?? like femina or cosmo? those will give you a better idea of fashion and the writing there is i'm sure of a higher level than BT...or just go online and i'll send you links which funtion is the same as BT...
PS: your not the only one who fears that life is going to be one big drag...i guess it's quite common for most of us around this time of the year, esp arnd finals time, don't let it get to you...why not listen to ur i-pod for that 5 minute walk from station to home ?? thats atleast one song that you'd finish ;)
and i hope the variable increases proportional to the inverse of the number of days left for the finals...
my first comment on ur blog. its 2 am. i can't sleep and ur anna is snoring. good enough of an excuse to leave a comment on ur blog eh?
noted the bit about 'my' bike. interesting. given that i just heard quite a bit about 'my' bike..except i don't think it was the same 'my' although it was the same bike. i sense trouble.
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