Random Musings

It was very windy today. Windy enough to blow over a Ducati. And that’s windy.

It’s been an interesting month. I haven’t been able to write much because I’ve been snowed under with work. And we’ve just barely begun.

We had a career services class where we were told that us MBA students should have a blog. Where we talk about our strengths, but oh never our weaknesses. We need to market ourselves, after all. Make sure potential recruiters see a carefully vetted profile of ourselves.

Great plan, yeah.

Small hitch, though. I’ve been writing here for five years now. So I’m just going to keep on doing that. If you’re a potential recruiter, please note that I have everything you’re looking for. Call me.

With that little plug out of the way, let us continue.

Yeah, so the month. It’s been crazy fun. I’ve been walking around places that I’d only read about. I take the subway to school everyday, and I don’t mind admitting that I’m still secretly thrilled that I cross both the Harvard and MIT stations everyday.

I’m actually on an MIT organizing committee for this big entrepreneurship thing called the MIT 100K. MIT 100K Website. Go check it out, it’s pretty cool.

School itself is fun too. I’ve been (much to my surprise) enjoying Accounts and Finance. It’s great to interact with people from so many different countries too, I learn something new everyday. There are many nice people, and some not so nice people. Course, you just avoid the not-so-nice ones.

Let’s forget about school though. I can’t really go into detail, and I don’t want to do that either. I’d rather talk about waking up in the mornings and walking to the T station. I walk east, so I have the sun in my eyes when I walk. The streets are not very full at that hour. The weather is odd: cold one day, warm the next. Plays havoc with the sinuses, I can tell you.

And yes, I bought a Kindle. It’s a sweet little device. I’ve already got 2000 books loaded up on it, so I am never out of reading. Even though I don’t have the time, I MAKE the damn time. Yes, I like to read. Seriously though, it is a very nice thing. I’ve already read four books on it, and it really does fade away into the background. You just feel like you’re reading. A book.

Walking around is when I feel nice. Studying is fine, and I’m doing alright, but it’s just nice to be young and exploring new cities. When my fifty year old self reads this, he’s going to remember and smile.

Does that mean I’m going to keep on writing here for twenty more years?

It was a calm Saturday today, and I spent most of the day in, alternately reading and watching a movie or three. I’d had a substantial lunch, so I wasn’t even very hungry, and those of you who know me are probably staggered by that statement. In any case, around nine thirty, I decided to go out and buy a couple of packets of Lays, since I was hungry again (ah, normal service resumes).

So I shrugged on a sweatshirt, wore my jeans, and stepped out of my apartment. In the corridor outside, two five year old girls were running up and down. As I pulled the door shut, they suddenly came up to me, and in perfect unison, said, “Can we see your house, please?”. I was taken aback, since I’ve never spoken to them. However, since the house was pretty clean, I said, “Why not”, and let them in.

They ran around the house quickly, said “It’s a very nice house”, and scampered out. It was quite amusing. I wonder what manner of strange beast I was harboring inside my house.

It’s the end of the month, which means it’s the beginning of the next, which means that it’s salary time! It will be nice to be briefly rich again, before I have to pay the rent, and the bills, and all that. For a few hours at least, I’ll have a lot of money

I’m looking forward to the new year. It’s always the same, no matter how bad or good the year has been, there’s just something about the next year coming up that bring cheer to the heart. And for this journal, it will be three years all done. It was actually four, but I was stupid, and accidentally wiped out my first year of posts. It’s been good fun, writing this, and I’m going to keep on going. All this disjointed, extremely sanitized, inoffensive, carefully-mentions-no-names-or-other-identifiable-information writing is fun.

It fun, because on the one hand, it’s an intensely personal thing. Yes, I know blogs are supposed to be public outpourings of every little detail of life, but I’ve never liked that idea. At the same time, I’ve tried keeping a personal journal, but I find that a little disconcerting as well. I don’t like writing down details, even if it’s just for me. What I’ve evolved over the past three (four!) years of writing on this site is an interesting compromise. I write stuff that I wouldn’t be worried about anybody reading, since it is on a public website, and all these bits are flying around on servers across the world, and who knows where they end up. At the same time, if I read it later, it should evoke what I felt at that time, and the circumstances surrounding that post, and it should remind me of things that I may have forgotten. I hadn’t actually been able to test this till now, since the events were still fresh in my memory, but now, when I go back and read posts from three years ago (Hedgehogs, Bears, and many more), it actually does work!

I remember all the other stuff that’s not written in the post, and some stuff that I have clean forgotten about came back to me. If I keep this going, it’ll be fun to look back in another few years. And despite many accusations of not writing enough, I do try and write a couple of times a month, at least. I’ve missed the odd month, and the mere absence of those months is enough for me to remember what I was up to at the time. Some good stuff, some not so good

My posts are backed up now, to two separate locations, so I ought not suffer the indignity of losing everything.

Simon and Garfunkle playing and Deepak peering into the screen, trying very hard to fingure out what it is that I am writing. He reads this, says “Great!”, in a mocking tone, and sits back. Still reading though..

What else is up? Basketball, and volleyball, and late nights of poetry and bread and cheese. I was planning to go to class, but never did.. Slept till 5, and let me tell you, when the weather is as good as it is, sleeping late is not just a pleasure, it’s almost a venial sin! mmm. The cool moisture laden breeze wafts over me as I write this. Rajasthan, desert? Not right now, it ain’t.

Life moves slowly, and extremly rapidly at the same time. New movies to watch, old movies to re-watch, new books to read, old books to re-read. Parties being thrown and I’m not invited but Deepak is, so he’s happy.. especially since women are inviting him.

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio, our nation turns it’s lonely eyes to you..

later people later.. beautiful weather.