Monday, May 28, 2012
Waking Up
So here I am, trying to pump life into my long lost blog - the one true link that leads to a thoughtful part of my heart. Well that's a lie, my heart is just a complicated bicycle pump. What I'm really trying to say is that my blog has been an exterior model of my Deep Limbic System - emotions galore. The refuge I sought to when I needed to empty the weight of all the emotions in my head.
Things have changed far and wide since the last time I posted, which is roughly about 7 months ago, but time is an immaterial element in my life. Something that I've learnt to ignore and dust off my shoulder. Time, being the wretched bastard it is, constantly holds up a board that flashes "All you're friends are in college, and you're still doing A/Levels", throw in the chicken dance. I know, it's not a pretty sight, but to hell if I care. One - 'almost' all my friends are in college, almost is the keyword here. Two - atleast I can sleep every night without the guilt of owing my education to some other country. Para suddhata naya nae api.
Back to getting back to my blog. I conjure images of myself sitting in front of the PC, putting on my intellectual glasses, holding my head up high in esteem and writing out a polished and elegant post. But in reality, here I am donning an extremely over-sized t-shirt, sipping my mug of nikan they, mucnhing murukku, and, er, listening to One Thing by One Direction. Aren't they absolutely charming. No, a lot of things have changed I said, but not my orientation, it's still in favor of the fairer sex, the fairer than One Direction sex.
Also, I'm fresh from Kolkata Knight Rider's victory yesterday. It's hard to deny the fact that even an ardent IPL critic as moi, would opt to spend an entire evening watching the Indians and a handful of foreign players bashing the white ball as if it was the last thing they did. On the plus side, I absolutely hate Chennai SuperKings - any team that dons bright yellow outfits deserve to die a yellow death, and so they did, and tell me, what's better than watching Shahrukh Khan make an absolute fool out of himself. Joy.
Now, of the things that have morphed around me,one stands out. My employment as a feature journalist, at The Sunday Times. Although my stint lasted only 6 months (I plan on going back after the exams), it was absolute bliss. Would I have seen Giant Blue Whales doing tail-flaps right in front my eyes, help save the Somawathie Nature Reserve from poachers and an unruly banana cultivation, interview Bathiya & Santush, share a cheescake with the Dean of HKUST, have tea with the director of the Medical Supplies Division, shake hands with Gotabhaya Rajapaksa, meet Capt. Elmo Jayawardena, Speak to Red Bull X-Fighter pilots AND GET FREE FOOD VIA FOOD REVIEWS, if I stayed at home? I think not.
But there is life beyond journalism for me. An opportunity to fix myself, a chance to find the spark of leadership that I couldn't find for over 2 years, a pedestal to show the world that I know when to wake myself from the dream, and live it. I am announcing my arrival at the hard worker's association, running for a post in the cabinet of the people who swore to make it big, and eventually living a life that will be remembered.
But right now, it's more than listening to One Thing on repeat. (Hurriedly deleting that song before it infects my system and my sexual orientation.....further infects)
Things have changed far and wide since the last time I posted, which is roughly about 7 months ago, but time is an immaterial element in my life. Something that I've learnt to ignore and dust off my shoulder. Time, being the wretched bastard it is, constantly holds up a board that flashes "All you're friends are in college, and you're still doing A/Levels", throw in the chicken dance. I know, it's not a pretty sight, but to hell if I care. One - 'almost' all my friends are in college, almost is the keyword here. Two - atleast I can sleep every night without the guilt of owing my education to some other country. Para suddhata naya nae api.
Back to getting back to my blog. I conjure images of myself sitting in front of the PC, putting on my intellectual glasses, holding my head up high in esteem and writing out a polished and elegant post. But in reality, here I am donning an extremely over-sized t-shirt, sipping my mug of nikan they, mucnhing murukku, and, er, listening to One Thing by One Direction. Aren't they absolutely charming. No, a lot of things have changed I said, but not my orientation, it's still in favor of the fairer sex, the fairer than One Direction sex.
Also, I'm fresh from Kolkata Knight Rider's victory yesterday. It's hard to deny the fact that even an ardent IPL critic as moi, would opt to spend an entire evening watching the Indians and a handful of foreign players bashing the white ball as if it was the last thing they did. On the plus side, I absolutely hate Chennai SuperKings - any team that dons bright yellow outfits deserve to die a yellow death, and so they did, and tell me, what's better than watching Shahrukh Khan make an absolute fool out of himself. Joy.
Now, of the things that have morphed around me,one stands out. My employment as a feature journalist, at The Sunday Times. Although my stint lasted only 6 months (I plan on going back after the exams), it was absolute bliss. Would I have seen Giant Blue Whales doing tail-flaps right in front my eyes, help save the Somawathie Nature Reserve from poachers and an unruly banana cultivation, interview Bathiya & Santush, share a cheescake with the Dean of HKUST, have tea with the director of the Medical Supplies Division, shake hands with Gotabhaya Rajapaksa, meet Capt. Elmo Jayawardena, Speak to Red Bull X-Fighter pilots AND GET FREE FOOD VIA FOOD REVIEWS, if I stayed at home? I think not.
But there is life beyond journalism for me. An opportunity to fix myself, a chance to find the spark of leadership that I couldn't find for over 2 years, a pedestal to show the world that I know when to wake myself from the dream, and live it. I am announcing my arrival at the hard worker's association, running for a post in the cabinet of the people who swore to make it big, and eventually living a life that will be remembered.
But right now, it's more than listening to One Thing on repeat. (Hurriedly deleting that song before it infects my system and my sexual orientation.....further infects)
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