Random Musings

but it’ll have to do. It’s been ages and ages since I wrote. And not for lack of time; after saving the world everyday, I’m left with some time on my hands, enough to write, perhaps. It’s just that I haven’t had anything to write about. Not that that’s stopped me before, not at all, never did. Somehow though, I get the feeling that what I write doesn’t cut it anymore. Do I then, make this a closed journal, rather than an open blog? I thought of that, indeed even selected that option from the little menu on the right. Changed it back to public, but I still don’t know why.

What do I write about? I don’t want to be whinging about things, even though I was telling someone today that cribbing is our national pastime. Neither do I wish to go on and on about the next geeky thing that I’m doing, or even the non-geeky things, of which, believe it or not, there are a few. Leaving what, then? A descriptive post about the minutiae of Blackberrys, which I’ve been seeing a lot of these days? Hmmm.. but no, not that, that’s too much like work, and work is worship, yes, but worship stretched too far becomes fanaticism, and that’s not a road worth walking.

Staring at the screen leads to a realization: I need new spectacles. The ones I have are a little scratched, and I know this, because I spent a minute trying to remove a spot on the screen, before the penny dropped. Spectacles are stupidly expensive these days, and some days I wonder if it’s better to just go get laser surgery and be rid of the whole thing forever. I suppose I shall do that, someday, if it’s possible for my eyes, that is. ZAP!, and no more squinting. Seems like magic, na?

I’m struggling too hard to keep this post on the straight and narrow, so I’m just going to stop now. It is spiraling down, down, down and there’s nothing I can do to save it. So let’s shoot it dead-stone-cold-dead, and come back another day.

Don’t have a clue what to write about. Staring at the screen, watching the cursor blink, and wondering at what rate it blinks. hmmm….

Quick trip to MSDN….

Ah well, that’s sorted. It blinks at 250 Milliseconds, and can be adjusted between 0 and 1200.. I bet you didn’t know that before!

Early mornings are like that. Especially when you have stayed up the whole night. Ah well, it was for a good cause, helping a friend out, so I guess it’s positive karma. It’s still dark out, but it’s the sort of dark that is not really dark. The kind of dark when your eyes play tricks on you, making you think you can see that far away tree.. and then in a few minutes, you can! The birds are waking up, and I can hear them start to chirp. The air has the early morning feeling to it, you know, when it feels completely new, and exudes energy. Even when I’ve been up the whole night, I feel so much better when I step out.

Mornings are lovely, especially here in college. We have this huge empty campus, with a range of low hills in the north-west, behind which the sun sets everyday. The sun rises from behind the hostels, and it feels really really good to be out on court when the first slanting rays hit it. I swear my shooting percentage rises like crazy in the mornings, even though I am tired from staying up all night. I just feel like everything is going to be perfect, and it is! Even though I may miss the odd free throw, it’s so so so much better than the evenings, when the sun is setting, and the gloomy evening draws near, and you realize that one more day in your life has passed by, and you did not do anything much.

The morning on the other hand, is full of promise. The whole day lies ahead, and there is so much that you can do, so much that can be accomplished, so many people you can meet, so many projects that can be completed. Yesterday is just a memory, and today is yet to be.

Yup, I love mornings, even though these days I only get to see them when I stay up all nights. So what, say I! I keep faith with the lovely morning, and refuse to be merely a fair-weather friend, fickle and treacherous.

Off to play basketball now, and watch the sun rise.

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.