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catching up

been a while since i blogged, well hello yeah fellas...

life's moving, and well there's lots to be caught up on i guess. well when was the last time i spoke about what's happening, anyway seems very very long ago. id blame it on fb... it never allows for things to accumulate a lot to become worth a blog, and all potentials for blogposts is wasted on fb updates...

umm so well i am 2 weeks away from home. this blog for most had always been things that touch me, or mean to me in some way o the other. and as the frequency of my posts drops i wonder if it means things have stopped "touching" any more..or have i become more of impatient (cos sitting in a place and putting your thoughts down needs patience) or have thoughts lost the coherency they had before...

that apart... a lot many things have happened. i almost broke a leg... no twisted my ankle real bad and was condemned to 2 weeks of bed rest..(that in itself would have deserved a blog post but as i said blame it on fb) that too in some of the most exciting times around in col... so whilst everyone was hustling around i was lying still. so i did to try to be a part, and am grateful to all ma friends who waited on me and pampered me and tended me etc etc in all those 2 weeks and more. but i hated those 2 weeks cos i hate being dependent on someone else. Those were days when id get super depressed in the lone hours in the room, when id curse me self as well as others for not being considerate enough to have time for me... (though it wasn so, but they we like to blame things on others). There weren many scapegoats sadly... so "some" people stayed at the receiving end for those 2 weeks. i did manage to read a lot o books in those times. i would average a book a day o something like that. not a movie buff so dint manage much on that side. m so so grateful to spiffer for getting me back to books, i d totally lost that habit in engineering.

well as soon as i could move on my feet, i went on a well deserved trip to heaven (insights into that later) and now well life is back in a routine. i find myself spending more time in the lab and not cribbing about it as much. may be cos there is something to think and ponder about and m not so idle out there any more...

m grateful for the lessons of patience the 2 weeks (o was it more) in the room taught me. Those i hope last a lifetime...(cos lessons learnt are easy to forget ;) if not used often )

and on that note and promises of writing more... cheerios

bubblez...

p.s.
"The curios incident of the dog in the night time"-by Mark Haddon
"The wedding"- by Nicholas Sparks
"krishna corioilis"-by Ashok Banker
....must reads.






Comments

aakash said…
Yes yes. We want you here more on blog. Hope you'll be hopping with us in Antaragni this time :)
And wat's with Krishna Coriolis, I read a lot of praise on FB status too... what genre?
nishi said…
yes totally hopping...
Krishna coriolis is indian mythology... i liked the way its put more like a contemporary novel.. the way characters are built and brought up
aakash said…
book club se liya?

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