I'm back !!!
Had a great time at home. Diwali was the usual "bored-of-crackers-but-never-of-sweets" stuff.
Watched Hungama like a tele-serial, in 15 to 20 minute episodes, complete with commercial breaks.

Learnt that if hopes are dupes, fears will be liars.

Missed my office diwali gift :(( Will get it on the first of Nov now. Hope i am disciplined enough till then to fit into it. Have been a bit optimistic and ordered Medium size.

Watched Office Space, a really cool movie about ..... guess .... frustrated software professionals :))

Back to routine, but not particularly sad about it.

Blogging from home for the first time. Not a bad day overall. Managed to put in a decent amout of studies without getting that i-dont-want-to-ever-look-at-a-book-again feeling. This was adied by a short visit to the office, just cant stay off that place.
For the first time in sooo many years of my life, i was home in the pre-diwali period.This is mainly because i went to a school which on a generous year, gave 3 days off for diwali and the tamil deepawali invaliably ended before those 3 days.Since Mummy too went to the same school(as a teacher obviously), she had to take leave to make sweets.Everyday, bhai and i would rush home to find out what sweet she'd made that day. And some day, she'd say, Today I cleaned the kitchen. And we'd think, what a waste!! No matter how clean the kitchen looked, it couldn't justify all that precioius time which could have been spent making sweets, sweets and more sweets. Today, for the first time,I saw all that went to the cleaning. Whew!! Just seeing was overwhelming !!



I hope there someone in this big wide world has carried out a study that concludes that studying increases the appetite. I really don’t see any other way to explain the indecent quantity of food that has been vanishing down my food pipe lately. People who have seen me eat may not be really surprised, but believe me, i've surprised myself !!! If this continues, it will not be long before i'm well on my way to becoming the female incarnation of Dudley Dursley :((



Tell-tale signs that i've been studying:
A set of books in every room of the house (including the kitchen at times)
Pages of doubts that i have a record of never having asked anyone (doesn't mean i find answers to them, i just dont ask)
Manifold increase in the amount of talking done with Bhai, with the central topic of discussion being how we will avenge all this studying once exams get over.
Old issues of Reader's Digest and Archies end their hibernation



Needed: Another study that concludes that study of compliers and Operating Systems induces severe ache in the lower back and what i think is called the ball-and-socket-joint.

On leave for a week. The first time in one year and a few months that I am taking leave. People keep telling me i should be given an award.
Though i keep cribbing about work, I'm not really looking forward to my leave. At least, work keeps you occupied. You have the morning tea break, the lunch break, walk, "sitting-on-the-sofa" break, coffee time, snacks, baddie, blogs ... (of course, i work !!)

I'm going to miss it all :((

To make my ride from home to office more interesting and challenging (you can imagine how interesting my life must be), i decided not to use the brakes of my 2 wheeler. Not "not at all", but not "until it is a question of someone's life and death". It turned out to be easier than i thought. Except for signals, and the final turn to my place (the width of the 'road' there must be almost 2 meters) i'm able to get to office in one piece everyday. You really can control the vehicle using the accelerator only, and i'm secretly hoping this would increase the mileage.

But now, i've observer a strange behaviour. I sort of remember reading something in Bio about some organs that stop doing what they are supposed to do if not used for generations. Think they have a name, also think it starts with v. Well, dunno if my two wheeler has become a follower of Darwin's theories, but thats sort of what's happened to my breaks. They've evolved into v-organs. They don't work anymore.

I am now forced to do what i voluntarily set out to do. Compulsory things are not fun.

Two conclusions about life that i reached over the weekend:

1. Just when you are thinking that things can't possible get worse in a certain department, life has it's ways of telling you "Think again !"

2. Nothing lasts forever. Your likes, dislikes, desires, goals ...
This is really scary. Imagine that you say to yourself, this is where i want to be 10 years from now. And you work really really hard to get there. Say 5 years down the line, or worse 9 and a half years down the line, you realize you don't want to be there after all. It is some consolation if the journey was worth it, but if not, the whole thing is an utter waste.

Just stating the conclusions here, and not the observations that lead to them. I have concluded that conclusions are more glamorous than the observations that lead to them.

I think i have become one of the most infrequent visitors of my own blog :( Such a looong time since I've written anything. And no particular reason. Life's just been as always. Boring in patches and interesting in other patches.
My current work is so interesting and challenging, that if i don't supplement it with songs, i can sit at home (eating and sleeping being much easier at home :)). Pooja pointed me out to a great collection of Tamil songs. Been listening to them ever since. And each day, some song catches my attention. No, not catches, grabs, usurps, completely takes control. I keep humming it all day long. I listen to it many "one last time"s before going home. It is a funny sight - me with headphones on, staring at my wallpaper, shaking what little of my body i can within the confines of my chair, tapping my foot on the CPU and smiling away. It's a great feeling - keep wishing i can carry the song with me.
I do manage to carry some part of it. Not being very conversant with tamil, i don't catch half the lyrics. And not being very conversant with singing, i cant reproduce half the tunes. And so, i am la-la-laaing most of the time. No one at home can make out what i am singing (?!). "If you are going
to be like this all night, u'd better sleep in the hall" - encouraging words by bhai, who else ? I naturally respond by becoming even more loud.

Just imagine doing something that brings so much joy to the world. Wish i were doing something like that. I'd give anything to be able to just play the songs.